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- Elvira Winters - 03-11-2012 [html] What had she done to deserve this? Always, she wallowed. Always, she pitied herself. She was a fucking princess, but her dresses were torn and her skin dirty. So pretty and so delicate, only looking into her eyes would reveal the monster that she truly was—that she had become. The bottle lay smashed—her spiders creeping and crawling away across the concrete. She cried out, shrieking, falling to her hands and knees in an attempt to collect them up, but a shard of glass drove itself into her finger and pain rushed forth. Clutching her wrist, blood streaming from the wound, she stared, transfixed, as though unable to comprehend any longer what physical injury was. Bruises lay like blush across her pale skin beneath the coat of soft, velveteen hair, and she moved slowly, languidly, pitying her damaged form. Only the most wicked treatment could soften her heart, drawing out love and desire in the darkest of manners. Only brutality could earn her affection. Again, though, she was alone, and like a ghost in the night she crouched, unmoving, peering at the black shadow that had begun to trickle down the pale surface of her arm—the black dress that she wore spilling out across the pavement like ink made of lace and ribbon. - Sirius Revlis - 03-25-2012 [html] <333 >> wordcount: +3
Solitude cloaked him, the night whispering seductions within listening ears. Cool fingers traced loving patterns through the man's dark pelt; claiming him as a lover might. He was born of the wickedness of this night-time temptress, a creature spawned from the loins of a mad prince, a King to rule a long line of Kings. He was Narcissus; Arrogant and vain, merciless in his pursuit of beauty and perfection. His people loved and loathed him, with the keen blade of manipulation carving their loyalties out of stone. He was the puppeteer - The man behind the orchestra, the creator of a cacophony of chaos, complex and infinitely beautiful to eyes of acid green.
Sirius Revlis Hail the Conqueror Worm .gsiri-01 {width:500px;margin:0px auto;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, serifs;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:.75px;word-spacing:1px;} .gsiri-01 .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;} .gsiri-01 p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;} .gsiri-01 b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} .gsiri-01 .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} .gsiri-01 .quote {text-align:center;font-size:10px;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing:10px;text-transform:uppercase;}</style>[/html] - Elvira Winters - 03-28-2012 [html] She was the little girl lost in the forest, crouched between the trees as the Wolf drew nearer. The hair along her neck lifted, warning her, and she turned her head languidly, drinking in the sight of the beast. He spoke, his voice speaking of ill-will, and a delicious chill swept throughout her body, enticing her. This monster was beautiful. He wished to bring her harm, that much was evident, and she welcomed him with open arms. Tempting fate, daring destiny to tear her to bodily shreds, she walked along the knife's edge without hesitation. Always, creatures were born egotistical, refusing to accept that they should ever die, or come to harm, but Elvira dreamed only of tempting this, intentionally throwing herself into the path of the train just to see what would happen. Misery delighted her, the deranged, twisted monstrosity that she was. "I hurt myself," she purred, holding out her hand for him to see. - Sirius Revlis - 04-01-2012 [html] <333 >> wordcount: -
She turned to him, and her eyes were unlike anything the Hunter had ever seen; Such luminous yellow, so unbearably shallow and cruel. He had never witnessed a gaze so spectacular - As shadows fell across the girl's face, they became black, inky pools, tracking his movement.
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She was the succulent nighttime, the voice that cooed to his sickly soul on a brittle dark wind. There was a place within him where another creature lived, where even this beast succumbed to the impurity within his foul bloodlines; Where a mad prince cackled within the chasm of his very being. There was an ancient wickedness to him, a taint that rotted behind the facade of genius. And she, this voice on the wind, she sang to it - She sang to it a lullaby most cruel.
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