Dabbling
04-29-2014, 04:24 PM
the false king under the mountain must fall
She wants to play the cat and mouse game, huh? Then lets give it to her. From the roof top of her sanity she started to shove her way back into her body, trying to regain herself but the beast inside of her was stronger than she had thought. And with this power came the blood lust. As Othello's own metallic embrace slid down her throat, igniting her lungs with its scorching liquid. She was absolutely loving this taste that was ravishing her insides.
Noticing that she too was fighting back, aiming to grasp hold of her ear. As much as Sinister did not want to release the femme, she had in sake of her ear to still be attacked to her head. She may be one to never back down from a fight, but she knows when to bite and when not to bite and this was the time she needed to retreat. As in doing this, she moved into the darkness, manipulating her own ways of making herself the phantom in the night. Her chuckles, filled with a bloody massacre and brutality. She was having her monster start to take over even past the line she never let it cross. Her crown twitched to the side, insanity taking hold, wrapping around her body and squeezing all this sane walls she kept up to come crumbling down. She was no more than a puppet to this evil raging through her veins; every molecule and atom pulsing through her doubled in size as she obtained that demonic demise that vibrated off of her.
"Speech"
Noticing that she too was fighting back, aiming to grasp hold of her ear. As much as Sinister did not want to release the femme, she had in sake of her ear to still be attacked to her head. She may be one to never back down from a fight, but she knows when to bite and when not to bite and this was the time she needed to retreat. As in doing this, she moved into the darkness, manipulating her own ways of making herself the phantom in the night. Her chuckles, filled with a bloody massacre and brutality. She was having her monster start to take over even past the line she never let it cross. Her crown twitched to the side, insanity taking hold, wrapping around her body and squeezing all this sane walls she kept up to come crumbling down. She was no more than a puppet to this evil raging through her veins; every molecule and atom pulsing through her doubled in size as she obtained that demonic demise that vibrated off of her.
"Speech"
For a crown is not fit
you're a king unworthy of its power
you're a king unworthy of its power