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Witching Hour



Loki 1

Somnium

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
110
player
Tealah
05-15-2013, 02:39 AM




Loki would stare, emerald orbs, piercing through the vicious swamp. She would stand at the precipice, where muck turned to slime, slime turned to a churning, bubbling mess of ooze and disgust. She would snort, her breath coming out in a whisp of air and the fog scampered away. Seemingly skittish of her breath. The dame would snort had such a preposterous thought, tail flickering behind her as her gaze turned back to the restless swamp as the muck spoke with her again. Obsidian ears swiveled forward as a pocket of air bubbled up through the surface with a grotesque noise. The stench of the potent, stale air, trapped beneath the surface of the bog was enough to make her flinch backwards and with a huff, she abandoned the ideal of trying to pass through it.

Not a great deal had changed in Loki's life. She was an angered, bitter narcissist with a pension for venomous words, wicked lies, and contemporary deceit. She loved her world the best when she could hiss out an insult that left a soul bumbling for a proper response. A cruel sneer curling her mouth and a vindictive laugh shaking her larynx. She truly was a deplorable creature. She cared nothing for power, for honor, for prestige... she had no family and she had no friends and this made her all the more deadly. Loki had nothing to live for, she wanted for nothing and had no desire to gain insipid titles. She couldn't be bought or persuaded, which made her wicked intellect all the more frightening.

A foreign scent would swirl inside her nose and abruptly, her slender bodice would halt. She was a lanky thing, slender and lithe, built for hunting and speed rather than brute strength and power. Her body would wind backwards in an arch, emerald eyes seeking the visage of whomever had been following her. "If one is going to stalk me, have the common courtesy to show your face so I might have the pleasure of insulting you in person." Oozing with sugar sweetness, her words would fall from inky lips.




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