Post by ღ Ruby on May 18, 2006 17:49:59 GMT -5
Come come dear creatures,
do not fret,
your troubles are,
not over yet.
I take your body,
mind and soul,
all for this,
you pay a toll.
Cursed || Siren
Slayed || Vixen
Tainted|| Obsidian
Tower || 18'2
Blood || Brumby , Frisian , Tb, Arab
Winters || 3
Herself || Siren. Named after the enchanting and intoxicating sea witches of mythology.Captivating and inspiring, gods look down on her in awe of such beauty. Sharp ebon knives glossed with the finest tip of a brush. Ebon locks of silks and ribbons fall lightly upon thick flesh. Bodice, so perfect, so mesmerizing, filled with bulging muscles. Sleek coat of black ripple and glister underneath the scorching sun. Flames of h.e.ll flicker and dance in her auburn orbs, capturing minds and unlucky souls. Able to trick any fellow in her path, using her advantages to lure any twisted brute in., a.k.a: se.x.ual appeal.
|| The worst of her kind. Her carcass is filled with boiled blood, that run rapidly in her veins. She is cold, and harsh to those she dislikes and she never forgets anything. Twisted and unmerciful thoughts lay in her cranion, topped with delicatly carved twin peaks that catch every movement there could be. Was born a leader and a leader she shall be.
