OFF WITH HER HEAD
11-19-2013, 09:31 PM
wow, i'm so sorry for the wait, yum! this should go by faster now.
With immaculate poise befitting of his prestigious title would the ice king saunter towards her in immediate response to her summon, impressive physique of admirable quality even to one as fastidious as the phantom. She had assisted him in battle and had caught quick glimpses of the pallid sovereign locked in combat, had witnessed as he felled the assailants that had attempted to knock him from his pedestal, and thus offered him his earned respect as he made his daring approach, undaunted by her presence or close proximities as he pointedly closed the gap between their pristine forms. With the decline of her narrow muzzle as a curt greeting towards the king, the babe would allow him to draw so close to her, refusing the faintest flinch to display the natural courage that emanated from her youthful being. The wraith would allow the king the first statement and he would not disappoint, granting her a pet-name that she would not find revolting amidst his jest. Discomfort consumed the wench momentarily as she registered his vocalizations, the memory of the gored corpse of the masked empress flashing before her eyes briefly before dissipating and bringing her back to the present, wintertime scenery. Facial expression would remain vacant as her amethyst and metallic gaze found the rosy one of the brute?s, shrouded with unmistakable pride that the wench would find too intriguing. ?Do you talk to the dead, then?? the babe would inquire, speech entirely apathetic as she announced the bitch?s death in a cryptic manner that she hoped the king could decipher. |