La Mort
Kit
The darkening earth, the creeping soul, light survives no more
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Post by La Mort on Aug 1, 2006 10:45:38 GMT -5
Fae stalked the ground, proud to be her. A mistress of many charms, of evil charms, she loved it. Love and compassion were not a feeling she felt, no. Sinned she would be to have such feelings. Let the havoc wreak, let the darkness rule. The demons shall arise and she shall be there. After all, her dubbith be the Demoness for nothing. She was the devil's right hand feline.
Her tail twitched expectantly. What soul could she destroy today. Her features be delicate but tough, her bodice full of scars. When the great lord called, she answered. He had entered a clan, rogue was too low for him. She snarled, neededing the freedom of the rogues. Her claws ripped at the tender ground, the horrid pure snow melting, finally.
Ebon bodice rippled, contrasting the snow much. She sprayed her scent upon a warning. Loping into the woods, the killed a rabbit. Her ivories bit the carcasses head off, leaving the rest for her following demons to feast upon. Her demons were great, the worms, the ant, the scavengers of the skies. Those be but the earthly kind. Her orbits looked upon the ground, a vision of her demons waiting for her calling. Satan, Hades, the devil, whatever the current name for him be, gave her the great accomplishment of ordering the demons. She sighed, waiting for another Rogue to come along...
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