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08-18-2012, 07:40 PM
The waning moon bled over lifeless lands, dead and withering beneath the wrath of the sun. Spartan warrior stirred, insomnia clinging to the mind and threatening to extinguish peace, sweet peace, that promised sleep and solace. Hissing, the demon woman slid underneath the wake of sultry shadows, bi-colored eyes heated with passionate fire burning, burning, burning. It boiled in her veins, fueled her heart - her soul - and threatened to consume all that was good. The sacred temples promised power to those who served and she, Raziel, was the loyal servant to the Gods and angels of whom she was named after. Head lowered at the foot of the Moon God's shrine. "Goddess of the Moon, I call upon you to hear my request." "speech" |
