VIOLENCE, GIVE ME VIOLENCE
10-07-2014, 02:09 PM
and there is murder in her gaze and fire in her heart, wrath and sadism a bittersweet concoction that forces the deity to reunite with the feral instinct to mutilate. violence is wrought in the wicked curling of velveteen lips over serrated incisors -- unslaked artillery that solicits unwarranted carnage. and her robust musculature ripples beneath taut and disfigured flesh as the tyrant queen maneuvers with practiced finesse, her destination the epicenter of a degenerate field so familiar with death and decay -- so familiar with she. blood the tantalizing fragrance that shall forevermore taint the atmosphere located here -- the saccharine aroma that only further goads the phantom into the arena?s proximities. and it has become subconscious to the deity to settle into a defensive stance as she loiters within the midst of a land ravaged by barbaric hounds, frigid gaze constantly surveying her surroundings in search of a potential victim. alas, here is a world left to rot in the absence of the ambitious or bloodthirsty -- and should she { murderous queen! } coax them from their retreats? a summons for the sinful part decadent jaws, her intentions clearly pronounced with the foreboding cadence of her tone. she aspires to annihilate -- and without limitations. |