YOU'RE MY DARLING ANGEL
07-17-2014, 05:05 PM
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Her prospective acolyte finds hilarity in her hostile promise, and the Elysius grows skeptical of her presence, brows furrowing neatly upon her forehead in a tacit claim of her confusion. However, as the golden clad beauty enlightens her with a pretentious sentiment { obvious aspirations of superiority }, the phantom deity succumbs to a bedeviled grin as she silently admires such inflated ambition --- and yet, still she cannot fathom if the goddess is competent enough to uphold a title of such grandeur. Although the intrigue is evidently engraved into the folds of her porcelain countenance as to which crown the Olympus sought to seize, she knew better than to question the schemes of strangers; she is no fool that expects to extract such paramount information from the malevolent --- though perhaps she might earn the answer to her unvoiced question in time. For now, however, she merely surpasses the urge to learn as the woman requests the queen?s judgment, gluttonous incisors flashing in an amused smirk. Avid pupils scan the beauty?s physique once more, taking notice of the slender build she harbors --- obviously more suited for agility than brute force, though the tyrant does not doubt that the woman possesses her own battle prowess within the compacted sinew lathering her nimble bones. ?Does the path of manipulation and pretenses appeal to you, Miss Olympus?? she inquires, a singular brow quirking yet again, curiously. Elysium accommodates a surplus of diligent warriors, but the amount of spies { of which serve a paramount purpose within her pestilent hierarchy } is clearly lacking. |
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