I could show you what you wanna see.
06-15-2014, 09:07 AM
The Armada (Raw) would speak in reply, voice washed of any kindness, but were harsh and darkened by the pride of himself. He acknowledged himself as Armageddon first, before revealing his true name. As he spoke of the name, a coy smile twisted the pristine tempest's maw, as she would mouth the name, but no words would elicit from her throat. The red brute would then speak of his sire and dam. Argent and Isardis, hm? I'll be the judge of that. A cackle would come from the angelic vixen's coral lips, before parting once more to welcome a barrage of speech, if she should finish. If I am correct, neither of your parents have such vibrant hues of blood upon them. I insinuate your parents are not whom you think. My sire is Isardis as well, but clearly I am of age of three years, whilst you seem young, and I do not recall any spawn of Isardis after myself, but I could be wrong. Rubies glimmered in the pale ghost's mask as divine words fluttered from her lips, sickened by venom. Delicate coral pads carried the tall and pristine woman toward the reddish brute, inspecting him a little bit closer. Indeed this male could not be the child of Argent and Isardis. He only bore the marks of Argent's eyes, and several others, but no mark shouted out to her as the spawn of the Glaciem King. Speech, |