as we collide
09-07-2013, 12:24 AM
this is why i love morphine sometimes -- she likes to watch as the world falls to chaos x3
holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥
Baritone and ominous, the beacon for blood and gore would resound easily through the foliage, sending intense waves of pleasure up her spinal column, forcing the fur adorning her skeletal figure to bristle as adrenaline wracked her system. The domineering summon was so foreign to her and yet the dainty phantom recognized the perpetrator being beckoned, a smirk warping her porcelain countenance from placid to sinister: Valhalla. Exhilaration and raw curiosity would fuel her serpentine limbs to propel her in the direction of the impending showdown, abandoning all sense of distress and sorrow that had recently plagued her as a result of her recent failure, far too consumed in her newfound delight with the current situation that the wraith wasn?t even involved in. The desire for knowledge of what drove the challenger to want to wreak havoc upon the damnable pack she held distaste for urged her to force her way into the fray, however, so her presence was crucial in her own eyes.
The devious expression only elongated across her visage as she approached the crowded amphitheater, the familiar aroma of rusty blood and decaying corpses writhing through her flared nostrils as her pupils swept over each individual present, mentally noting upon the unique statures of those she did not recognize, appeased with the fact that many living and enraged canines littered the arena. Attention wavered from the sideliners to the duo engaged in combat, a frown tugging at her pristine countenance as the familiarity of one russet-masked creature struck her: Miss Valhalla? A single brow quirked upon her forehead but she allowed her countenance to readjust into complete vagueness, triangular ears careening towards the ardent raccoon as she threw down a second gauntlet directed towards the massive pack of the island. Casually, the babe would stroll closer to the fray with evident swagger to her step, skull descending to fall in alignment with her spinal column as she secured minimal defenses in preparation should she be wrongly targeted. As she graced the outskirts of the circle, she?d halt, an arrogant smirk stretching vastly across her velveteen lips as she awaited the complaints and bloodshed from both sides, wanting to get her fix of entertainment for the night.
"speech"
Baritone and ominous, the beacon for blood and gore would resound easily through the foliage, sending intense waves of pleasure up her spinal column, forcing the fur adorning her skeletal figure to bristle as adrenaline wracked her system. The domineering summon was so foreign to her and yet the dainty phantom recognized the perpetrator being beckoned, a smirk warping her porcelain countenance from placid to sinister: Valhalla. Exhilaration and raw curiosity would fuel her serpentine limbs to propel her in the direction of the impending showdown, abandoning all sense of distress and sorrow that had recently plagued her as a result of her recent failure, far too consumed in her newfound delight with the current situation that the wraith wasn?t even involved in. The desire for knowledge of what drove the challenger to want to wreak havoc upon the damnable pack she held distaste for urged her to force her way into the fray, however, so her presence was crucial in her own eyes.
The devious expression only elongated across her visage as she approached the crowded amphitheater, the familiar aroma of rusty blood and decaying corpses writhing through her flared nostrils as her pupils swept over each individual present, mentally noting upon the unique statures of those she did not recognize, appeased with the fact that many living and enraged canines littered the arena. Attention wavered from the sideliners to the duo engaged in combat, a frown tugging at her pristine countenance as the familiarity of one russet-masked creature struck her: Miss Valhalla? A single brow quirked upon her forehead but she allowed her countenance to readjust into complete vagueness, triangular ears careening towards the ardent raccoon as she threw down a second gauntlet directed towards the massive pack of the island. Casually, the babe would stroll closer to the fray with evident swagger to her step, skull descending to fall in alignment with her spinal column as she secured minimal defenses in preparation should she be wrongly targeted. As she graced the outskirts of the circle, she?d halt, an arrogant smirk stretching vastly across her velveteen lips as she awaited the complaints and bloodshed from both sides, wanting to get her fix of entertainment for the night.
"speech"