Anybody out there

Her self-destruction mirrored in the fear, the primal voracity that smoldered malignantly within her cruel, and seductive gaze. She accepts her suffering, basking in the torment, the inexplicable, rancid pain. Feeling her heart lose its fragile mortality; shedding its sweet, humane bereavement in lieu of the bloodthirsty and the divine. Apathetic and merciless, she were disassociated with her surroundings. her eyes swallowing miles of unrelenting blackness. its shadowed vestige, tangling as fists woven into the wet tendrils of her soft, silken hair. The smoothness of her figure, lush and glossing, hugged by suffocating walls of thick darkness. before finally she draws forward, seethes in a bewitching and elegant gesture; leaving her watery realm, with a feral hiss.

The names Rosalie.. Im glad to know theres males out there not so easily persuaded. Atleast you wont try anything.. oh how delightful m'dear Verin


The sultry words born from parted more entering the calm surroundings with a gentle hiss from the europian tones.
The seas locked in the orbs of a mysterious woman; they'd bury themselves deep into the souls of others pushing them to there truth and fate.. was this meeting really meant to happen or was it a twisted game to the society.
Dweling in the past; Rosalie had to thrive forth, it was the only way. Those who think she's flawless.. or even perfect are all wrong. Something within her is a curse.. or was it a blessing. No one knows this imperfection; not yet.