Born To Die.

Her gorgeous and angelic delicate features would be scorned with disappointment and wicked hate. Ha! This male couldn't handle her crazy shoz nizz. Though, it was understandable the way he was talking and the way he held him self ever so slightly in a submissive position to her snake friend, Sabre. "Bye!!" Anzhelika would quickly yell after him, picking her own large, pale bodice up and taking an elegant turn. She sashayed out of the territory from the large, sunken vessel, hips and tail swaying with her movement. Ahh, how she loved teasing and chasing boys away like that. Sabre was just her little helper. The ivory sadist would chuckle with a wicked tone, disappearing off into the distance.

(OOC; ~Exit Anzhelika)