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[varda»]

[glow=black,2,300]say so long to the life you knew, for the passing moments could not stop on by, with the ticking of the clock, only her heart did lock in her shy alibi that sing in misery, that dance in dark, one that has an ebon-stained heart.

obsidians of ebony stained did only struck the earthen hue as it came and past. one creature with pistons of four did the heaven's sky, and hell's edge did see, one lonely temptress, waiting and see. harken, hear the beautiful sound of your destiny approach, shudder at the ghostly tempo of the host, an alarm of seduction awaits, shield your sight, but it maybe too late. show your soul for escape from the death-clung atmos, a sudden eery cling of misery and murderous plans, a killer with a

introduction.

lyrics of the drums of beats, a sudden halt on what it meets, something here that made all still, a temptress presence only at her will. physique of earthen dust did strode tall, a beat of two clips did sound. a movement of pace, waiting in hast, something, someone to show their face. tell me, what do you see, a lady in wait, hungering for love and hope, or a wench on her own, awaiting for one that accompany her to make her wish, a wish that none did even lean in to hear, for she is a killer with a

purpose.

edgy movements, crisp and clean, as thorns on a branch, so cut and mean for every rose has its thorns, thorns that run deep as it snares and tears the flesh from surface to deep, an intention for pain and taste of crimson stain, a liquid of warmth and ease. kissers of the temptress departed, showing that stained crimson ivory of a powerful sting, some where did those weapons did bring a death wish to one that was most unfortunate of crossing the path of which she trod. the display of ivory, would not amuse just to anyone, the horrid shear of vocals did the department did bring. voice box rumbled within the temptress, producing the scream of agony and heed, echoing throughout the lithosphere, one that did not expect that linger in the lonely clan, one that had plans, and so did the jezebel sound the bugle of a killer with

intentions

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[varda»]

[glow=black,2,300]awwwh, no one can spare a postie for venomousie [/glow]

[varda»]

[glow=black,2,300]bumpeh[/glow]

[wayward]

The golden sun cast a fire colored hue upon the femme's pelt as she moved across the lands. Talons struck the ground eagerly, awaiting and wanting a new destination. The world as she had traveled it here was not interesting. It was mainly littered with goody goody lights, and brooding darks. There were few of her kind here. The kind that understood the world, the kind that knew what should be kept, what should be lent, and what should be given away. These thoughts ran in a steady stream in the back of the fae's mind.

Crystalline droplets of sweat began to glisten on her hide, as the one they called San Haruba cantered along to the peak. Her towers flowed along with her body in a precise movement that was both fluid and purposeful. Orbs were deep and filled with emotions few could decipher. A small scar ran from one side of her chest to the other, but it had long since healed. The fire vix's chassis was well muscled and had a healthy shine to it. A small star ran beneath her ebony forelock, but that was hidden.

Globes cast a glance around as nares scented and auds perked. The land was quieter than she was used to, but she did chance upon another femmora to her right. With a quick thought, San decided to move towards her. Sinew bunched and released as vixen flew atop the land towards the other. Her speed slowed to a brisk trot by the time she had reached the other of her species, but was she of her kind? Boa lowered cranium to the earth so kissers could taste the nectar of the lush grass, whilst orbs,nares and auds stayed alert. San decided not to speak at the moment, but was within 3 feet of the other czaress, and she awaited her move.

[wayward]

i'll posteh with you varda =0