ardent

Sometimes There Is Honor In Revenge



Nephthys

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Other
gems
504
size
Large
build
Light
posts
335
player
04-03-2019, 02:22 AM


Satisfaction, as if having completed a deeply, personally needed action; expressed by the slightest curve at the mouth's corner and a youthful confidence worn in a light raise of the eyebrow above a quizzical, joyful eye. He paused in his movements and, for the moment, she had managed to keep him interested enough to make him halt in his actions or, perhaps, this boy just loved hearing his own voice but for now she will take each victory no matter how small it was. The past has no power over the present moment. sultry and soft where her sonnates, ringing between them like a breeze, Whatever Ra touches dispair takes over. she hoped he will find comfort in her agreement with him They all had suffered at the hands of the fallen pharaoh but never again shall they let his desires mingle with their own, never again shall they allow that man ridicule them and take what ever they might hold dear to their hearts. The autumn mistress gaze locked on his form, auditory system flickered in earnest as his words rang through them; he was affected, aggravated and it became visible through his tone no matter what his expression held.

We all were naive children. she nodded her regalia towards her right, if he so chose to return, He took what he wanted and never gave anything in return. so much was true. The fallen man was like cancer, spreading throughout your body and leaving nothing but scar tissues of his presence if he did not kill you already. I doubt he is capable of love. she mused softly, her gaze falling upon the horizon line as her lips thinner in disgust. He left after two seasons, she began above a whisper, We were exiled and Mother took care of us. There were three of us. she paused, gathering her thoughts, Mother did not survive and we were forced to eat her corpse in order to survive. a sigh left her pretty maw as her words still stung her black heart, I share your pain, blood. her gaze returned to him, fiery orange gaze locking on him, I do not wish for you to bow or kiss my arse but I do wish for your loyalty. You will see that our kin is nothing like Ra might have wanted you to believe.


Speech

Flowers in Chania

Warning: this is a mature themed character.
She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.
Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!

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