CARMINE ROSES

*Empyrea* · 09-21-2014, 03:19 PM

Quote:? If you gotta feel the fire;
Just to know your alive. ?

She is a ghoul that haunts the suburbs about a quiet city -- a ghost idling by with an ethreal mothion of walking, as if her moon-caressed hips begged for any creature to lay eyes upon them. Strong scents of urine tickled the silver queen's nose, amethysts narrowing in disgust, as these markers of borders were far too strong to be necessary, but no change of expression could be registered. Perhaps nothing was wrong with a pack that resembled an infamous wolf named Napoleon, beside the fact that they could be a tribe of skilled warriors. Perhaps not.

Curiousity was what lured the queen toward the borders, reaching the very edge of the markers, inhaling the scents, that of many distinguished wolves amongst the others, and one that of a rose. "Carmine. Just like blood." Her voice was beautifully hushed and seduced, lathered in honey and swathed in a rich italian accent. Blood was a fine thing; it was both the lifeline and death. At the sight of your own, you knew what end was coming, and at the feeling of it, you knew your health. Her violet gaze would swath across the whispy forests, clumps of spanish moss eerily hanging from the twisted branches above, swaying in the little breeze that winded between the trunks of the tall trees, before her crown would tip back. From splayed lips came a booming song, that of summons to whatever carmine rose ruled, her pelt of cardinal pelt and tones.

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CARMINE ROSES

Empyrea