PAINT THE STREETS RED
07-11-2014, 04:06 PM
The feminine summons derived from her only sister baits the phantom queen from her obligatory duties as fledgling tyrant, vigorous physique serpentine as she weaves through the labyrinth of foliage compacted within her domain. Enigmatic is the aura which plagues the deity as she soundlessly glides --- a ghoul that haunts her crypt, on the prowl for her little dove of whom she had not held a private audience with in far too long. Ah, but the wraith knows her presence is not warranted for the simple sake of rekindling familial bonds between two entitled sisters { not yet! }; she can only presume her sibling to harbor a surplus of ambition that desires to be slaked through performing her bidding, as were the requirements for progression beneath her strict rule. Pride surges through the Elysius tyrant?s veins as her mismatched gaze fixates upon the dainty figure of her sister, countenance reflecting her emotionless guise as she attempts to { silently } approach the dove from behind, hoping not to arouse immediate detection. Chin seeks to trace the contours of her nubile sister?s spinal cord in a display of familial affection as she saunters around to Nephele?s front, the faintest trace of a lopsided grin present upon corrupted facial features. ?You are discontent with your title?? the inquiry cascades like silk from slackened jaws as a singular brow quirks inquisitively upon her forehead, violet and silver gaze stagnant upon her sister?s own duo-toned as if to search for the answer lingering beneath their vibrancy. Her assumption is correct --- she knows --- and the wry smirk fully elongates across velveteen lips in complacency. ?Good,? vocals are a soft croon that seek to suspend her sister?s imminent response, the smirk unfaltering from her visage. ?What is your desired specialty, dove?? |
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