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YOU'RE MY DARLING ANGEL



Chryseis


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07-10-2014, 03:18 PM
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A smile curled her lips as her pallid companion leaned into her, whispering his rhymes into ebon audits. And yet he was entirely correct. It was not her destiny to val beneath another, but rather to rise above. As her howl concluded, a question would fall from his pink lips and she would scoff lightly. With timing all to perfect, a ghostly figure would speak, seeming to want to know the answer as well. Her cerulean gaze would drift towards the woman that held herself with a sense of power and confidence. "The Queen herself no doubt." Fresh scars littered the woman's otherwise pretty face, telling quiet stories of her victory over the previous ruler.

"As am I." Anyone could win a pack, it was all a matter of who could keep it. Her own dark visage would mimic that of the porcelain doll before her. Nostrils continued to quiver gently, she was new to the throne she so obviously thought she deserved, but could this girl, no older than herself, keep it? Was she capable of building something great. The ebon queen would be the judge of that. "Chryseis Olympus." Her name rolled off her tongue fluidly, she didn't mind that for the moment she had no title to follow, but it would change soon enough.

When asked what she sought, a coy smirk curled dark lips. "Many things dear. But for now I am merely in search of a place worthy enough to train in until my plans are set and adversaries ready to be executed." The temptress remained indifferent in appearance, keeping any true emotion off of her embellished face. Narrow stilts would bring her a few steps closer so that toes teased the border and attempted to nearly stood face to face with the pale Queen. "I must make it clear though, I have no intention of spending an infinite amount of time here, or anywhere." Her crown would tip slightly to the left, a twisted grin curling her features. She didn't care if this woman took offense to her closeness or anything for that matter. If the proclaimed Queen took offense, then she would simply move on to search for someone better.



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