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07-05-2017, 02:02 PM
CASTIELLA
God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL?
God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in CONTROL?
Something was lurking around her. Castiella lowered her masked skull. Bright teal eyes searched fro the creature that was stalking in the shadows. Blood flecks brightened and swelled as her heart began to race. Sparks started to dim and lower to a faint sparkle. Black and white ears pinned against her skull went a voice reached out. It was small and meek, but the sudden sound of speech still made the girl jump. Orbs locked onto the weak boy. He seemed younger than herself. His fur was light gold like the streets of heaven. Upon his skull grew horns maybe? The girl was unsure what they were, but that was not the point. Raising her brow, the girl just smiled.
Cream front hooves drug the rear white and black ones forward.
Her glimmering bodice glowed in the sun's rays. She was a creature that always held a surreal appearance. Blood colored feathers hung at her sides and sparkled with the same rose gold color of her pelt. When the angel got closer to the boy, she came to a halt. What should she do to this creature? Pluck the hair from his body strand by strand to make him suffer? Oh, perhaps she should see if her magic can leave burns on others! No, No that would be too kind. Maybe she should break his legs and leave him there. Oh! Here is a perfect idea! Break his legs, pluck his hair our strand by strand, and then see if her magic electrical doves can burn him! Yes, that would be an ideal way to go about this.
Maybe she was being too brutal. So instead of pulling out his hair, breaking his legs, and burning him; a simple word escaped her maw "Hello." The sound of her voice kissed the air. See, that was not very hard. A smile graced the features of her face as she felt proud of herself. For once she was playing Nice.
"I am Castiella, what is your name? " Her eyes wandered around the land "This place is so boring. There is nothing fun to do here..." A sigh floated into the air as her blood spattered gaze landed back on the boy. Being nice could not that hard, right?
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