grooving on the dancefloor (FESTIVAL SPARS)

*Schon* · 07-30-2014, 03:27 PM

The future Kaiser was ready to slaughter as always. Though, she did not outwardly come out with such blood lust. Why should a future Queen scare others? the babe put on the mask of a silver tongue vixen that is to divine for others to grasp. But, deep down inside she was a creature of cannibalism, gods, and killing. Only two people knew the true Schon Finnvi. Ubivat and Svanerna. No one else and it should stay that way for a long while. Though, as her darling cousin, thing, spoke her ears were perked. A fighting game. Excitement slipped through the spine of her narrow back. Schon was excited to fight. She was always ready to fight. As Katja stopped speak she observed as she slithered her way to the shore. Her mother followed, so would she. The Viking sauntered her way to the lake with a dominant demeanor. She was quite excited to show off her skills to the others. The horribly skinny lady would bump her mother at the hip and wait for their pairs to be matched. She hoped she would be matched with someone of her own size. "I would like to participate in fighting as well." The babe paused and waited.

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