i always feel like somebody's watching me.

N/A · 07-10-2013, 06:26 PM

Amaranth was a great many things. Powerful, determined, strong, remarkably durable and if the situation just presents itself, certifiably insane. Shes had random bouts of madness and malice for as far back as she dared to remember. The kidnapping of her younger days, the plundering pain of being raped and used again and again and again... it eventually snapped her mind. She couldn't hellp but be a little crazy.

Orange, gold eyes flickered about, studying the land around her. She was a rogue, a demon hell bent on destruction and chaos, she yearned for no home, only the blood of those that wronged her to stain her tongue. Each touch of her pads was deliberate and measured, her bodice swayed from side to side, deceptive muscle rippling with each step she took. She was scarred up and busted, but she was far from being dead. Cold, calloused eyes glared at the depressing visage before her, the woods were a place of sadness, of regret, these things she bore none of, not anymore.

The scent of another gave her reason to pause. Oculars flickering curiously about the woods, she hunted for this stranger, this creature of darkness. Her direction changed and she followed the scent, perhaps a nice distraction would do her well, she had nearly killed her once mate naught but a scarce few weeks prior... what fun that had been. Curving around the base of a tree, her bodice came to a halt, sizing up the male before her in silence before her lips parted and lyrics spilled from her larynx. ?Something wicked this way comes, by the pricking of my thumbs...? The lyrics fell from her maw in a purr, cold eyes locked upon her target.

Speech,

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