Foot of The Cross

N/A · 09-26-2013, 08:17 PM

Such wise lady was she, so willing to speak and be spoken to by he, and so perfectly willing to open herself to the things the world hid from a young lady. She knew of the corruption and disaster that lay beneath. And, it seemed as though she were the most guilded of them all. A wry smile torqued over his inky lips, his tail swished in lazed amusement, she had captured him indefinitely. She would not be forgotten. His head would turn to the side and he would stare at his nameless empyrean. If there was something that he was certain of it was that, regardless of her queen or member status, she would be his whenever he was able to hold his own kingdom. There would be no argument, he would make sure of it.

?the tame are only good for target practice, ma ch?re. I only relish in the idea of dining on them,? everyone had their own poison and his was the most conniving. He found strength in the consuming of others, in the destruction of their kingdoms, and in the solace that they would not need to bid themselves pardon from this life. She, however, was smart enough to find comfort with the devil and not force herself into his whims and ways of anarchy and death, ?Cepheus L?cuyer, if you should ever need me,? she had made herself and her genetics most desirable.

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