Game Of Thrones.
09-11-2014, 09:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-12-2014, 06:56 PM by Anzhelika.)
It's All In The Game Of Thrones.
The ivory sadist would sink down onto her haunches, gold and amethyst audits reflecting the firey burning Hell displayed in front of her as she watched it with an intense gaze.
Her thoughts flicked back to the bitch Venus. She was the one who had wanted Anzhelika to prove her damn self to the obsidian and pale woman. But, oh, she had the wrong idea. She was the Queen. And she could easily rip her stupid little throat out. Oh how she craved the taste of her crimson blood resting on her fangs. The woman's blood would sit pleasantly on her own tongue while she was ripped from her high being and thrown to the dump. Bitch definitely deserved it. And oh, one day Anzhelika would make her pay. One day her limp, worthless body would lay limp at her ivory paws. Her mind would then remind her of Bass, the sweet King that had taken her in. Yet, he obviously hadn't seen her true potential when putting her into a low tier. Anzhelika sighed. Nobody ever really saw her true potential.
Her thoughts flicked back to the bitch Venus. She was the one who had wanted Anzhelika to prove her damn self to the obsidian and pale woman. But, oh, she had the wrong idea. She was the Queen. And she could easily rip her stupid little throat out. Oh how she craved the taste of her crimson blood resting on her fangs. The woman's blood would sit pleasantly on her own tongue while she was ripped from her high being and thrown to the dump. Bitch definitely deserved it. And oh, one day Anzhelika would make her pay. One day her limp, worthless body would lay limp at her ivory paws. Her mind would then remind her of Bass, the sweet King that had taken her in. Yet, he obviously hadn't seen her true potential when putting her into a low tier. Anzhelika sighed. Nobody ever really saw her true potential.
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-12-2014, 06:38 PM
Designed in an alabaster portrait, retinas of a paranormal storm raging within them, while the whole of her bodice is structured with bolder-like masses of muscle fragments. The dame could still hear the many thundering ghosts that were decorated purely by the severe weather now canvasing across Alacritis like a shock wave, to Sinister these brutal storms were heaven to her ears. Oh, the lovely destructive tornadoes, the ones created by the manifest of earths natural causes, as if they were powered by the hands of the Gods. For Zeus spoke through the whispering betrayal of these rapid essences, declaring war on the world itself. Oh what thou has in store for us..
Basking in the beautiful sight of magma, bursting into flames from Satan's underworld. The fire danced, her swaying vessel in rhythm to the blood-red, orange inferno. Hell was neither pleasant nor comforting, yet, this Goddess of Death would rather spend the rest of her days cloaking herself inside a lava pit then lying upon soft fluffy clouds of nothing. But, the picture-perfect view of the scene unfolding before her was unforgettable.
Just like that her time was cut short, like always she ran onto a person. One with an ivory tainted ghostly color, almost like hers, though the emeralds on the beast were lightly toned in shades of yellow and pink. Unlike the other females, Sinisters oculars were depthless ones that glowed an eerie tune, one developed around death and wrath. The tempest couldn't help but chuckle at the petite looking fae, compared to Sin she was an ant. A lightly toned babe and a masculine appealing empress were squaring off now, albeit she made no move to attack instead only a grin was deceiving her demonic countenance. Howbeit, it wasn't seconds later that the snow white titan allowed her vocal cords to spew angelic and cruel tidings. The voice of a rough female, though still fore-shadowing that be-twist accent of galactic Russian.
"You seem frustrated, your demeanor tells no lies hound. What crawls underneath thy skin and has you withering beneath your foundations?"
Voice of: Angelina Jolie.
'thoughts'>
09-12-2014, 08:18 PM
I Feel It In My Bones
Gold and amethyst hued audits would watch the burning firey hell displayed in front of the ivory queen. pale ears would flick back instinctively as she heard footsteps within the dark caves in the heart of hell. There was a storm going on outside of the caves, though it didn't bother Anzhelika. The wind was raging and howling outside, the rainfall sure to come down quite heavily for the night. But Anzhelika didn't bother with the storms, and they seemed to not bother her. She was safe in this little enclosed personal hell she had found herself in.
Her voice came out roughly, almost in a hoarse tone as she called out to Anzhelika in the darkness. 'You seem frustrated, your demeanor tells no lies hound. What crawls underneath thy skin and has you withering beneath your foundations?'
mismatched gaze of yellow and violet orbs would take in her form, watching the white lady as she stepped closer. The words 'i have sinned.' screamed from her body, her figure, her form. This made Anzhelika feel almost comfortable in the demonic presence portrayed from this female, for the pale Queen has also sinned.
Her ebony lips would part and her maw would open as she would respond to the white lady. "what troubles me is that others don't see my true potential." she spat the last word out in a snarl, though not at the white demon, but in frustration. "They don't see what I can really be.. Thirsty for that bitch venus's blood. Oh how I crave to rip her pathetic little throat out and to rid her of this world." Lyrics would be laced with rage, low timbre holding wicked intent. One day she would strip her from her high being and make her feel what she really was. Her body shook with anger and the ivory sadist would take a deep breath through flared nostrils, jaw clenching tightly.
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-12-2014, 09:25 PM
The other women's aroma was the anatomy of what would be called, 'indescribable anger'. She had it out for someone, as if this unknown dame she spoke of was present or ear-shot. There was no mistaking her proposals of triumph, and how well she diagnosed her proportions in ways that Sinister understood with the utmost respect. The only language she would be reading today is wrath, with a mixture of irritation. Her entire essence hissed out the remaining ties to the girls inner rage, the fire burning in her pit, and it sparked something inside of the white demon positioned only a couple feet from the other pale women.
Thus the goddess maneuvered her way down a strip, whatever distance the two had between one another was eliminated by the stroke of Sinister's movements. Appendages bristling in agonizing hatred while taking the effort in propping herself next to the female, settling down in an upright posture in order to still get a full view of the whistling tall tales of corrupting flames. Their reminiscence dancing int he depths of her silver hued gem stones. The whole right half of her massive thigh cratering against the other she-wolfs, broad shoulders rolling forth to protect her neck from any attack that would possibly be made if the dame decided to launch herself at Sinister -- which wouldn't be too intelligent considering it was not a day to be touched with an iron fist.
In the cavity of her chest a trickling growl bellowed, crashing against a larynx that held back the full force of the screech. The inner demon giving away its position, and it drew towards her silver-tongue, tidings ripping past her lips in order to sound menacing -- even if she already looked it. "You have it out for this Venus? Shall I say, redemption? Thy should not stress over such penalties. You will get your worth, pay your dues day-by-day. The you will see what truly lies, then they will see what true potential really looks like." Again her Russian lithium contrasted with her newly found embrace to the women's arrogance.
Sinister would not yet slam those mighty jaws shut, she has more things to preach to this young, but wise ivory Queen. Parting her bicuspids in a more effective way of expressing her opinion. While her snout moved, so did the large pink scar that she endured by her father. "I, myself, have sinned. I seek for revenge, day-in and day-out, but I never get it. Why be so caught up on this one person, if you are so enraged by this females wrong-doings then go after her. But, I, the savage executioner I am, is not the best hound to come to for advice. A sociopath like myself doesn't get involved in psychopaths facades."
'thoughts'>
09-13-2014, 10:13 AM
There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Gold and amethyst gaze would trail over to the white demon as she would seat herself next to Anzhelika, speaking to her, her lyrics holding wise information.
Anzhelika would smile wickedly at the white lady's words, both knowing that Venus would be ripped to shreds. The pale lady would open her maw to speak again, and Anzhelika would listen closely, almost intently.
She has sinned. Oh, how she has sinned. Anzhelika nodded, taking a small breath inside of her nostrils. This new demon seemed to understand her better than any other of the wolves at her pack. Anzhelika may even say she favored the white beast sitting next to her.
"I too have sinned." she would tell her, lyrics laced with her usual venemous tone. "What is your name, Sinner?" She would question her almost ironically, using that little term to describe her. Pale ears would flick forward and she would wait patiently for the pale lady's words.
( OOC; Omg crap and short post. So sorry. My muse was lost in this one xDx )
Anzhelika would smile wickedly at the white lady's words, both knowing that Venus would be ripped to shreds. The pale lady would open her maw to speak again, and Anzhelika would listen closely, almost intently.
She has sinned. Oh, how she has sinned. Anzhelika nodded, taking a small breath inside of her nostrils. This new demon seemed to understand her better than any other of the wolves at her pack. Anzhelika may even say she favored the white beast sitting next to her.
"I too have sinned." she would tell her, lyrics laced with her usual venemous tone. "What is your name, Sinner?" She would question her almost ironically, using that little term to describe her. Pale ears would flick forward and she would wait patiently for the pale lady's words.
( OOC; Omg crap and short post. So sorry. My muse was lost in this one xDx )
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-13-2014, 05:45 PM
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09-13-2014, 11:05 PM
We Are Queens. Hell Is Our Throne.
Sinister Amenti Killz was the white lady's name, a perfect title for the perfect sinner.
The next set of lyrics that fell from the ivory dame's words pulled a smile from the ivory sadist's ebony lips, her maw opening as she would reply to Sinister Amenti Killz.
"Anzhelika.. Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov." She told her full name, as the dame had given her the white demon's full title. Gold and amethyst gaze would watch and trail over the large bodice of the pale woman. Her own beauty was enticing, a true part that made up the woman's personality, an angelic sinner. "Tell me, sinner.. Have you ever looked for a.. Guardian angel?" Low timbre would be held with elegance and curiosity, brows raising as she asked Sinister Amenti Killz the question.
No Bad Deed Goes Unpunished.
The next set of lyrics that fell from the ivory dame's words pulled a smile from the ivory sadist's ebony lips, her maw opening as she would reply to Sinister Amenti Killz.
"Anzhelika.. Anzhelika Zinaida Rusakov." She told her full name, as the dame had given her the white demon's full title. Gold and amethyst gaze would watch and trail over the large bodice of the pale woman. Her own beauty was enticing, a true part that made up the woman's personality, an angelic sinner. "Tell me, sinner.. Have you ever looked for a.. Guardian angel?" Low timbre would be held with elegance and curiosity, brows raising as she asked Sinister Amenti Killz the question.
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-14-2014, 09:56 AM
the false king under the mountain must fall
Ah, finally, the women spoke her name. It was a mouthful, that's for sure, but Sinister would do so to remember her name. As she seemed like the type that could be worth the while in the longer run, for just as much as this dame was on the verge of insanity it was clear to the goddess that Anzhelika was pure in some aspects.
For a long time she stayed silent, trying to figure out how to answer the girls next question. Sinister didn't exactly have a guardian angel. More or less, Satan was her angel of death. Probably the only one she'll ever be granted considering her demonic ties, the Gods do not like murders so why in bloody hell would she have some "guardian angel" watching over her. As if she wasn't capable of doing that herself..
A low grunt and annoyed snort escaped the beast, her aroma was now bristling along with the cruel flames nipping violently in their direction. Sinister chuckled lightly, executing the growls that hoped to escape rather than a silent laugh. All she could do now was preach her opinion on the subject. "The Gods do not give guardian angels to demons, I, myself am friends with the Devil. So, with that being said, do you believe in such things?"
"Speech"
For a long time she stayed silent, trying to figure out how to answer the girls next question. Sinister didn't exactly have a guardian angel. More or less, Satan was her angel of death. Probably the only one she'll ever be granted considering her demonic ties, the Gods do not like murders so why in bloody hell would she have some "guardian angel" watching over her. As if she wasn't capable of doing that herself..
A low grunt and annoyed snort escaped the beast, her aroma was now bristling along with the cruel flames nipping violently in their direction. Sinister chuckled lightly, executing the growls that hoped to escape rather than a silent laugh. All she could do now was preach her opinion on the subject. "The Gods do not give guardian angels to demons, I, myself am friends with the Devil. So, with that being said, do you believe in such things?"
"Speech"
For a crown is not fit
you're a king unworthy of its power
you're a king unworthy of its power
09-14-2014, 12:26 PM
There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
"Do I believe in such things? Hell no." She would say automatically, a low growl escaping her lips as they spoke about the Gods. Ha. They never did anything for her, so why should she believe in such nonsense? The ivory sadist shook the thought away with a small chuckle, her next set of lyrics laced with venom. "Ahh, but my dear Amenti. There ain't no rest for the wicked." She would tell the white demon with a wink, gold and amethyst topaz orbs flicking over to the river of hell.
It was possibly her most favorite quote in history, because it was so damn true. Anzhelika, a wicked bitch herself, knew she had insanity problems. Oh, and when Eric came back, it would be Hell on Earth. The mentally ill were something the Gods did not put their time into, or seem to care about. But, Anzhelika was definitely acquainted with the Devil.
The ivory sadist pushed her thoughts aside, gaze of yellow and violet landing back on the pale lady. She awaited her response patiently, wrapping her tail neatly over her paws.
It was possibly her most favorite quote in history, because it was so damn true. Anzhelika, a wicked bitch herself, knew she had insanity problems. Oh, and when Eric came back, it would be Hell on Earth. The mentally ill were something the Gods did not put their time into, or seem to care about. But, Anzhelika was definitely acquainted with the Devil.
The ivory sadist pushed her thoughts aside, gaze of yellow and violet landing back on the pale lady. She awaited her response patiently, wrapping her tail neatly over her paws.
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-15-2014, 12:43 PM