[m] [aw] up in the north

Linquilea de la Rosesangl · 06-21-2012, 06:18 PM

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in a pipe she flies to the motherland, and she sells love for a couple grams

Word Count → 437 :: Literally spent so much time making this table do right. Also, omghorrible.

Try as she might to suppress the cruel instincts that boiled beneath her veins, Linquilea could not help but register the weakness of the girl before her. Behind those off-putting violet eyes was a creature of lesser importance than she; this, slightly, comforted the dark monster. The girl was smaller as well, and just that - a girl, nothing more. She would be inexperienced in the ways of the world, and Linquilea's black lips considered curling into a sneer if not for the twisted grip of the Queen's personal madness. What was this hell her mind had decided to twist itself into? What new variation of torture would her demons give her? It was not something she would consider at this moment, confused as she was by this shade-child, but it would be something to contemplate later. Perhaps she would unleash her frustrations on Niccolo, who had been thankfully silent. The boy knew his mother, and he knew when his words would simply cause more pain than it was worth.

I imagine your parents have quite the eyes, Draugr Helsi, Linquilea said, her voice regaining its booming confidence, though it was still kinder than usual. The name, however, did not appear as honey-smooth as the rest of her honey-snake vocals. Draugr - the formation of the letters were unfamiliar to the woman, and her tongue felt strange curled around the name. Another reminder, then, that this girl was not her Kora. Rather, a stranger with eyes that made Linquilea remember the Gods and Goddesses of her childhood, before she ascended to their heavenly and barbed-wire thrones. It was a burdensome thing, being a deity, and exponentially so when she encountered girls with violet eyes that seemed to pierce her without even knowing their power.

The black woman shifted uneasily on her feet, unaccustomed to polite conversation, and so she was relieved at the shift in the wind and the presence of a new, likely unwelcome, scent. Linquilea's poison-gold eyes narrowed in their malicious way, and a contemptuous sneer lifted at her black lips; she was thus transformed back into the monstrous shell she so loved. It is remarkable, the arrogance of the creatures in this land, Linquilea sneered, eyes searching for the intruder. Is it someone who is hungry, and taking advantage of a young girl on her own, or otherwise? Regardless, the black Queen would relish an opportunity to sink her teeth into the flesh of another, fatal or otherwise. It had been too long since she tasted blood, and saliva welled beneath her salmon tongue as she nearly quivered with anticipation for a possible confrontation.

lea is by james; table code from the Mentors!

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