WITNESS MY DEMISE
10-03-2014, 12:26 PM
it is the summons of her carmine beauty that extracts the phantom from her abhorrent chambers, the faintest hint of worry left to fester within her twisted mind as a result of the distressed cadence of the empress? beckon. she arrives upon swift paws, dutiful precision evident within her hasty stride as she writhes through the entrance of the goddess? dwelling with little hesitance, mismatched gaze immediately locating the broken form of the petite amazon -- her nimble physique obviously wracked by some unknown malady. anxiety flares within the tyrant?s chest cavity as she sluggishly and tentatively draws nearer to the afflicted queen, halting uncharacteristically close to the vixen as fervent pupils fixate upon fiamette?s volcanic gaze -- caked in blood, similar to when she had first encountered the babe. ?again, little demon?? she inquires softly, a sigh cascading from velveteen lips as she contemplates the beauty?s condition, figuring it to be the same ailment that previously plagued her. ?shall i hone in on my healing skills?? half-hearted amusement riddles her tones, and yet sincerity lingers. if fiamette requires a cure, she will journey this earth in pursuit of it. for without her kin to provide for, her possessive attention has thus shifted to the broken beauty at her paws. |