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03-24-2014, 10:47 AM
Her amber gaze settles on charcoal skin, running up the pale mask of his face; he is not so different, in appearance, than herself... although she is altogether more terrifying, with lips of dripping spittle spotted with scarlet blood from the bleeding sores inside her mouth, with her predatory eyes, with the macabre skull that dances on her soot skin. She is scarred and weathered by war and battles, both failed and successful, but it does not make her any less savage, any less determined; she is hungry for vengeance, starved for victory, and she wonders if he was just a weak-kneed traveler or if he had steel and blood and iron in him. Somehow she can't quite see it, but why does it matter? The wolf would make a man out of him in either case. Mongrel dissents, unwilling to acknowledge potential or lack of in this stallion- prey is what he thinks, tender ebony flesh and scrumptious red meat. The yako likes the taste of horse; the wolf does not discourage it. When they march to the rhythm of the war drums, it would be good to have a fox starved for the equine carrion... sometimes, she wondered if she herself should try, but even as a demon daughter, a harlot, a bitch, she could not muster it to become a cannibal as well (even if the title did sound lovely to her- Confutatis the Cannibal.) He speaks, in that thick accent of his she does not recognize being unaccustomed to any language but the one she speaks, and the hellion draws herself tall, nostrils flaring wide and tulip ears flicking forward; she looks abhorrent, beastial, wicked, verging on the edge of immortal or godly; ah, but she is a GOD, she is death and rot incarnate, no matter if the deities of Helovia would acknowledge her power or not. Would he dare turn down the demon with ichor in her veins? No, she would think not; and now she only has to extend the mantle of the sword, and he WILL take it or risk her wrath and the poison of her sweetly cruel lips. "Yes," Confutatis, the reaper, the queen of skulls, the demon daughter, declares; "you will come to the Regime, embrace your brothers and sisters, and you will keep word of the new rule secret. Enemies are all around us, but with us, you will be safe, you will have a reason, a purpose in life." The Sovereign's song is full of guile and deceit, sincerity and ambition. "Join us." ♛ THE REGIME ♛ |
Join the Regime.
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