Sɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍ&#6

Quote:Crying? What kind of madness is he trying to uphold?
With a new found spark, she kinds herself drawn to the masculine. His large frame, quick surprising since he smelled of a only a one year old. His vocals though, strong and bold, almost as if he were four. But that youth was still noticeable, even if his bolder-like physique masked his over-all age. Erasing any further thoughts that would come to mind to focus on the male whom stood proudly before her, his cautious stance gave way almost. With her medium sized bodice simply withstanding his colossal foundations never had her withering, no she stood her ground unlike many others. Golden crown promptly raised like a rattles snake waiting to strike, strong jaws curved into a slight smile and her posture was elegant once more than violent.

She stayed quiet for what seemed like a lifetime, until the silence grew annoying and her voice rung out for all to hear. Her demons uplifted from her shoulders, leaving her to execute this by herself. So, she was alone for the most part. the reminiscence of her melody played out like an angel's chorus, Bulgarian accent fairly well indented within. " Crying? What makes you think I was crying boy? No, you have it all wrong. I am merely a bystander to these wails of infuriating madness." Spoken miens like a respected wise women, like a goddess as she was thought to be. Her muscles tensed, twitching lightly as the beauty awaited for an answer.