SHADOWS START TO SING
11-27-2014, 01:34 AM
she is the elated, the triumphant! a vindictive carnage queen whose desires have been slaked by a gored cretin, bastard life the precious trophy left to fester within a poisoned womb. and while her abdomen does not yet swell with the promise of prospective children, the phantom queen can discern the alterations of her own bodily functions, knows that the future generation of elysius tyrants flourish beneath her rugged exterior. and their parasitical nature does force the deity to flee the premises of her own cryptic domain without forewarning to her carmine beauty, ravenous tendencies reigning supreme to logic as the elysius allows for her own famine to direct her across the threshold of an unknown realm -- haphazardly. though the tyrant’s vigilance is intensified with her insatiable predatory instinct, celestial gaze relentlessly surveying her foreign { and verdant } surroundings in search of her hidden prey.
12-01-2014, 04:43 PM
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12-02-2014, 05:34 PM
ooc; just in case anyone else decides to throw their characters in here, and since i didn't mention it previously, no one should be able to identify art as pregnant since she hardly knows herself/doesn't show. thanks!
TABLE BY ARGENT / NEFFS
abstract gaze pinpoints his chiseled form before his indignant approach, broad skull lowering defensively over her inflated breast as a tentative smirk warps velveteen lips -- wryly. and the elysius tyrant does halt in her stride as the belligerent fool dares barricade her makeshift path, intending to pause a mere foot away from where the brute had so defiantly rooted himself -- as if to ensure she remain immobilized. yet the phantom queen is unwavering in her newfound resolve to violate this apparent “sovereign’s” desires, a singular brow quirking with feigned curiosity as he demands her retreat. “oh?” the deity queries as he imprudently labels her, brows furrowing minutely upon her mutilated forehead with the subtlest hint of contempt. for this world is hers, and such possibilities of invasion are simply absurd.
mismatched gaze darts haphazardly about the premises of their surroundings in search of cowardly lackeys that sought to furtively assault the tyrant queen, frigid pupils only falling stagnant upon the brute’s own glacial gaze once she’s made certain that the stakes are fair. “-- and if not?” is the inquiry that streams from frayed lips, vocals laced with the faintest drop of poison, of danger! and the deity’s rugged musculature begins to flex beneath taut flesh as she prepares for the anticipated combat, eyes simultaneously glazing over with malicious intent as her pupils bore holes into the king’s own.
mismatched gaze darts haphazardly about the premises of their surroundings in search of cowardly lackeys that sought to furtively assault the tyrant queen, frigid pupils only falling stagnant upon the brute’s own glacial gaze once she’s made certain that the stakes are fair. “-- and if not?” is the inquiry that streams from frayed lips, vocals laced with the faintest drop of poison, of danger! and the deity’s rugged musculature begins to flex beneath taut flesh as she prepares for the anticipated combat, eyes simultaneously glazing over with malicious intent as her pupils bore holes into the king’s own.
12-02-2014, 07:51 PM
The woman was not far behind Rune, having wanted to speak with him of her children, of her fate, and the fate of her brother within Secretua. She wanted to also thank him, to let him know that his kindness was truly appreciated, and all he had done for her would be repayed in nothing short of the purest loyalty. Akemi was alone at the moment and it seemed that was best for the moment. For as the woman neared The Guardian she heard another voice, and single eye would fall on the face a scarred woman.
A fire sparked within. She was not afraid of this female, nor of fighting. Her own body bore signs of loss -- lack of ears, a right eye, a tail, and facial scaring of her own. The tiny creature didn't care how big the foe, didn't care how the odds were. Her lip would lift in a snarl and Akemi would move to stand near Rune, lifting her head.
"Then I will personally make you leave, wretch. These lands belong to Rune, so clean the gunk out of your damn ears and heed his words. Leave this place and never return." Lightning flashed in her single remaining red orb. If it was a fight this woman wanted... Akemi would gladly spill it and her own to defend this place.
A fire sparked within. She was not afraid of this female, nor of fighting. Her own body bore signs of loss -- lack of ears, a right eye, a tail, and facial scaring of her own. The tiny creature didn't care how big the foe, didn't care how the odds were. Her lip would lift in a snarl and Akemi would move to stand near Rune, lifting her head.
"Then I will personally make you leave, wretch. These lands belong to Rune, so clean the gunk out of your damn ears and heed his words. Leave this place and never return." Lightning flashed in her single remaining red orb. If it was a fight this woman wanted... Akemi would gladly spill it and her own to defend this place.