{ ♄/♀ } ɢᴀʟᴀᴄᴛɪᴄ
08-17-2014, 08:06 PM
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Fate was what allowed two powerful queens to cross galactic paths. In every way did this gorgeous siren deserve a kingdom of power and wealth -- as did herself. For far too long had the galactic goddess remained a simple rogue. From the beaut spewed visions of grace and power -- visions of a kingdom of wealth and strength -- one that would refuse to crumble at the hands of one simple mortal. The two galactic bodies crossing paths was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, a rare occasion to celebrate -- with perhaps a conquered kingdom. Both deserved the title of sovereign in the ranks of a castle they called their own. "Venus, galactic goddess, we are destined to rule, for such a rare opportunity of galactic bodies to cross paths in our orbits must be one to kindle the beginnings of a legacy -- an odyssey foretold in only legends of our predecessors. Our blood will be legendary, for only those who will be able to taste it, our foes to fall to the depths of hell. No mortal will be able to stand in our way once we begin. How many kingdoms would you like to rule? One for each of us, so we might share a mighty empire we were destined to rule for -- for it is in our galactic blood -- and our souls. No spawn will appear in our conquest, for they will only postpone the world's cremation. Do not fear, for I will stand by your side throughout each and all of your brilliant plans to conquer the world itself, if you give me your honor to do the same, goddess." Moss-grey gems shimmered in her offerings, as if she were giving her soul to the Grim Reaper for immortality -- for her immortal beauty to blossom from the darkness. No kingdom underneath such powerful and determined leaders would even have the tiniest will to crumble beneath them, but the rest of the world would -- and that was a promise. "And what pack do you plan to slaughter to gain control of first?" |