Post by ASHA<^>|^|<^>XERA on Aug 29, 2005 14:34:29 GMT -5
ooc- before I go...
White plague sifted her elongated bodice through the thick timbers, babe at heel. Call poisoned the clear oxy, reaching the auds of a stag.
All brutes of the land, who listens to my call. Those who find themselves worthy, try yourselves. Two vixens of death, you shall recieve, stags. Try yourselves, test your worth!!
Sick musice echoed then stopped, timbers around them still rattleing. Filla slinked in next to her mother.
Mother...these fools of the land will never match us.
Vixen looked downward at the devil's creation.
I do hold knowledge of that, m'dear. But we must belong to someone...even if they cannot contain us.
Sikla nodded her long, dished skull. Shadowed orbs flashed over to the horiz, as a darkened haze breqached the empty hollows. Deep whinny escaped the delicate-looking sphinxette.
So...a brute whom has heard the call, whom finds himself worthy of Lucifer's loves? We shall test this one...
White death finished her talk, and looked back out at the horise. She would only except those who could love a twisted bytch, and a psycho hellian...
White plague sifted her elongated bodice through the thick timbers, babe at heel. Call poisoned the clear oxy, reaching the auds of a stag.
All brutes of the land, who listens to my call. Those who find themselves worthy, try yourselves. Two vixens of death, you shall recieve, stags. Try yourselves, test your worth!!
Sick musice echoed then stopped, timbers around them still rattleing. Filla slinked in next to her mother.
Mother...these fools of the land will never match us.
Vixen looked downward at the devil's creation.
I do hold knowledge of that, m'dear. But we must belong to someone...even if they cannot contain us.
Sikla nodded her long, dished skull. Shadowed orbs flashed over to the horiz, as a darkened haze breqached the empty hollows. Deep whinny escaped the delicate-looking sphinxette.
So...a brute whom has heard the call, whom finds himself worthy of Lucifer's loves? We shall test this one...
White death finished her talk, and looked back out at the horise. She would only except those who could love a twisted bytch, and a psycho hellian...
