07-23-2015, 09:55 AM
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Fatale's flints strike pounds into the heart of the terra. Audits sway matching the beat atop her fine diadem. Ebonite tress falls against her arched nape as the femme swans across the loam. Memories she sees amongst the trees. Ghostly figure with wings atop his spine, and he fades into invisibility. The fatale is haunted by her old master. Her pelt taut with rigidity as she continues on. Haunted orbs watch out and spot the glimmer of sunset move across the dark. femme's vocal chords vibrate. Sunset. Thank you. The femme gives the sunset mare her nickname. the ebony fatale could not always wrap her tongue around the foreign name. It was hard enough with a child of an equally long moniker. audits cycle her diadem. We are settling in well. Chaos is exploring. He likes the trees. He gets lost occasionally but I don't mind. Not a lot of time to myself, you know? Ebony pelt shimmers against he moonlight. Cerulean orbs watch the sunset mare and intrigue betwixt her. I know that glow. I had it once before. Perhaps you notice is now, too? Fatale harmonizes and cries a tainted melody. her maw reaching out for the gold femme. She bears the same glow as her. the same taint of a seed within. A bright smirk lines the femme's ebony tinged maw. The Chamber will have children's laughter come spring. It might brighten the place up. we are the f a l l e n angels |