I love you more than I love myself

*Liberty* · (This post was last modified: 12-04-2013, 01:51 AM by Liberty.)

"Now where did my phantom go?" The temptress thought as she slithered through Glaciems territory. Last she had heard all warriors had gone to war, including Azalea. Why in the hell she went she didn't know, because fighting against Valhalla for Glaciem was an idiotic idea. She had intentions of going back home, and though at first Liberty had too, things were changing. Despite the cold and the fact that everyone here probably hated her, she was starting to like it here. How could she not? It was a new trauma that she was slowly getting addicted to. The kings power often left her shuddering in her boots- not because she was afraid, but because she was so hungry. She wanted to taste the power too. "Isardis? (pause) Isardis? Where are you my ghostly king?" She would call out to him, luscious lashes batting as she closed her eyes a few times. Where in the hell was he?

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