burn my lungs and curse my eyes
10-15-2014, 10:36 AM
Poor little princess, not getting her way. Look how angry she gets, panties in a bunch and hackles sticking up. How very unladylike of her. At the announcement of the obvious, she snorts derisively in return. "A popular opinion." She chuckled, dark mirth evident in her sultry lyrics. The wraith stooped to root through the entrails scattered upon the grass, and plucked up a scrap that looked too good to be ignored. She missed the sly smirk, just by a fraction of a second. More than likely she would have offered to wipe it off that pretty bronze face for free. The poor babe was tiring of trying to out wit the queen, and so she turned, offering a nice view of a rather fine rear. Amber optics met molten sanguine and mercury orbs, and she chuckled quietly. The weakling couldn't stay here a second longer, it was too much for her faint little heart. Then the girl was gone, and the obsidian masked wraith was left in her own little mess, at peace once more. She sighed, gaze flicking to and fro across the landscape. It was nice here, and there was no one around at all. She could roam in peace, a demon in her domain with nothing but the crumbling city to see her sins. Yes, maybe she would stay here for now. The decay was so appealing, there was no need for archaic decorations or rotting carcasses. The entire realm was one rotting carcass, long forgotten. .:End of thread:. "Speech" |