my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones it keeps my veins hot...

hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster? Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back?

The stones that she calls her nebula's of is an on-going raging inferno, colliding in a unique anthem that makes them dance over the male's skeletal embodiment. He seemed to pester her, trying to get her to open up and coincide with his idiocy. She was truly an arrogant brute who didn't know the ways a female organism works, which isn't much of a surprise since a quarter of them don't have half a brain to work with. The mighty queen bee shook her vertex in a dishonoring appeal, completely thrown back by his comment about humoring her in ways that she certainly had no desire to unravel. The goddess sat back and listened carefully to his demise, a crusading chuckle bubbling up in the depths of her larynx.

Fayelon rose to her foundations her attitude abruptly transmitted into something far more insidious, another expression that she herself has yet to be introduced too. Moving further out of the darkness that knelled at her command by her background structure, slowly fading further away and she could feel it's eerie grasp lift from her scapula's. The ebony vixen stood closer to him, diminishing the distance they had between one another in a matter of seconds and once again she settled back and gently spoke.. her rich Greek accent rung beautifully out in the midst of what felt like the most awkward upbringing of two strangers. My hostility is driven by your stalkerish capacities of my well being, therefore I have no need for your company or your empathy. And no need for humor, dear, and I'd hate to tell you this.. but to take you lightly in something like this is what I will do until you leave. Of course Faye was going to be blunt, it's in her nature.. especially when she's in heat, her hormones are out of wack and she can be quite the psychotic-bitch if fondled with roughly -- you must be fragile with her at this point in time. Although doesn't mean she's gong to be fragile with you.

Her lips edged apart to form a smirk, trying not to allow him to notice her grim look but it was all to good to be true. She flashed him her famous smile and then her expression became serious, her bicuspids creeping out and shining so proudly in the moon-lit night. Her claws anchored her to the ground, keeping her from springing upon the masculine. As for your statement about demons, I was indeed but you wouldn't know nothing of them unless you'd like to get a little taste of them yourself. My demons can be.. savage monsters, you could say they're in love with the blood pulsing through one's being. Just like I am.