Blind are the Stars
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@Lala
04-22-2017, 02:59 AM
ROYALTY NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD A celestial body tamed with a manifest of redefined muscle fragments, intertwining and vibrating against one another moved forth toward the sound of what seemed like running water. But she could never be too sure, the hell bound goddess only had met the cold, refreshing liquid through troubles in her past - some that she could piece together whenever those heinous hallucinations weren't present. Then again, she could never be so sure with what's real and what isn't, trying to decipher between the two was probably where her struggles in life begin. This cosmic essence of a blood-thirsty battle-worn woman lived in a world divided by society's, all devoting themselves to hounds whom could turn their backs on them in a moments notice- not thinking about tomorrow, if they all perished because of one self-persevered wolf. War, that is the only thing she ever wanted.. Oh what she'd do just to see someone's blood drain from dismembered limbs, taste the metallic nectar which would ooze down her thorax; the hunger she reveled for. It was something that could only be fulfilled in her dreams, and yet the day will come where she will be put to the test - to show these pitiful beasts the real reason her name is Lala and not just because it sounds like a angelic remedy. To maim any who oppose her, wear their pelts as capes, and make a necklace out of their hearts; oh the things she'd do to kill. The stoic temptress suddenly fell into the void, into the drift of the Oasis's symphonies. Whisking her way into the distant darkness that welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her with its icy talons. She could the demons who lay dormant in the confines of her black soul begin to claw and feast at the walls of her vessel, thus a sync of unholy growls surfaced in the presence of lessers. The danger that may await only drove the bitter, emotionless goddess onward to her destination, craving the excitement she lacked so heavily in her life. Wishing for some kind of coronation to witness, or at least sink her maulers through the thick epithelium of a friend or foe. Though the call was that of a ritual, one that nevertheless involved an organism of the same species. She has heard these calls many times before and never has she made heist to attending one. But, there's always a first for everything, no matter how deranged and demented you are. Upon reaching the scene, identifying the silhouette that lay kin to natures embrace as a masculine. In a moment of eerie calm before the inchoate of a tumultuous incident to come, the silent executioner watched in indifference as the physique of the much smaller male stirred in what appeared to be a stance of less-than-desirable proportions. At first the female felt slight pity for him; but it was faint and gone as fast as it came. Pale lashes blinked in oblivion as the brute would breath tidings to a insolent crane. They were short and simple, and were made to address a creature who was oblivious to its toothed companion. She watched carefully as the bird's body stirred once more, barely managing to disguise a grimace of caustic acclaims for the abrupt actions that the brute dispelled to the winged devil as he took a seat a couple feet from it's being, seemingly enough to preform a steady, predatory volt around his being. The muscles under multiple points of her epithelium rippled, tightening with the anticipation of her first occurrence with a specimen of her stature. A sociopath like herself, she found the slightly distinctive idiosyncrasies of the psychopath to be rather conflicting with her own. While she liked to blend in to appear normal, the psychopath tended to act irrationally, impulsively, and blamed their victims on their actions. Sociopaths weren't killers, sociopaths were minimalists who strive to manipulate unlike their psychopath counterparts. In the eyes of someone such as herself with her disposition, she was a wolf in sheep's wool, and he was the mindless, domesticated dog ruining his cover. And thus, without nary any hesitation, she opted to initiate a conversation with the fool whom nestled himself along the water's bank. There was no hesitation in her waltz, whilst she marched down the slope to the male who sought acquaintance with a bird. Designed in a galactic portrait, splashed with gels of magma, magenta, chrome and amber lichens that harbored a sort of glorious inferno. A beauty draped in vales of purity, royalty, and yet desolation stalked from behind the XY chromosome fiend. Lala hadn't gathered the tidings to preach to the gentleman, but she was a wise wordsmith and had a knack for sweet-talking and manipulating her way around both men and woman alike - just to get what she wanted out of them. You seem frustrated, your demeanor tells no lies hound. What crawls underneath thy skin and has you withering beneath your foundations, love? Lala's tongue, 'mindset', Other's dialogue Table © Chickadee for use on Xalypsis only. Texture © lovenewyork @Juryoku
04-22-2017, 06:38 AM
@Lala
04-22-2017, 04:57 PM
ROYALTY NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD Enigma engulfed, phosphorescence loomed heavy above our domes and the impure harmony of the God's narcotic toxin came spewing out, leaving little room for trail and error. Whence his growls ceased and his posture eased into a subtle grace, the babe took a moment to calm the raging monsters inside that feasted off her soul. They break it down until they feel whole, hungry for their next little treat, they'll take her spirit and set it free. Not long after do they devour, and Lala's mind becomes her darkest hour. You live in a world of absolute chaos, destruction awaits you in the midst of isolation, death dances behind in everyone's shadows and she doesn't care about no body.. So why care about her? The only friend that you so happen to allow yourself to associate with is your own demise - your fervor of youth. You cannot trust anyone, not even those you call friends, even your own bloodline shares ties with the devil. It's how the world is, especially when you walk long side beasts so foul that you don't even know they exist among you. That is, until a certain kind of evil begins to fester in the darkness, creating a kind of rage that blisters with pure wraith and avarice that the whole of mankind is not prepared for - their cavalry has yet to invest in such cataclysm. In due time though, Lala will prevail and she will reign supreme in all things evil in this realm. It just takes time, time that this Angel of Death does not have. 'Surround myself with kings, you can keep the cowards.' Lala snorted, retraced her steps in her head and then flourished with pardons of guns and roses that milked their way from the chambers of her voice box. Ah, I see.. Excuse me, where are my manners. The phoenix cleared her throat, lifted her right fore-limb in a gesture toward her heart-shaped cavity and a slight dip of her head. Refilling her lungs with that zephyr acid once more, here by address me as Lala, I am not a threat nor a common enemy, thus may I ask of your own alias?" ooc;; sorry for short, rough day lol Lala's tongue, 'mindset', Other's dialogue Table © Chickadee for use on Xalypsis only. Texture © lovenewyork @Juryoku
04-22-2017, 09:59 PM
@Lala
04-25-2017, 04:13 AM
The woman's pigmentation neither ceasing nor suppressing it's chaotic appeal, she could feel a burning stake start to blister inside of her, it was uncontrollable and in a sudden attempt to rid of the rising heat she snorted - this action caused sparks of red hot flames burst from the her nostrils and evaporating from off her coat. Lala snaked her crown up high, confused as too where such power came from out of no where, but she wasn't one to question such supernatural elements so she simply brushed it off her shoulders - returning her attention to the male, acting as if what just happened was normal. The goddess's irises that were filled with hellfire cataclysm molding the outline of the masculine, who she so happen to catch the name of. Juryoku. She'd repeat his name like a broken record in the back of her head, unwilling to give it up and yet she was dispelled by his continuous splays of lyrics, ones that could be identified as compliments towards herself and she sunk in every mien that flew out of his mouth. A sly smirk itched onto her countenance, glancing over at Juryoku and taking a step towards hi, but careful not to trigger any defenses that he may have under his belt. Albeit his next set of harmonies quickly pulled her back to reality, for a moment she narrowed her eyes then hastily fixed her perplex features. Your flirtatious devices are dully noted and it was lovely to meet you, handsome, and as for your inquire I simply stated the obvious. You seem troubled, so I acknowledged it. And for my own demise, I have many demons who threaten my way of life - some may even say the devil had a hold of me, but who can be so sure? In my defense, I have a war going on inside my head, one that is not easily subdued or harnessed. ooc;; sorry so short, it's late af here and I'm beyond tired. @Juryoku |
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