Post by :.Nayru.: on Jan 30, 2006 17:47:52 GMT -5
Known as Morgra, this demoness tells none her age. She is a Werewolf, black Mare by day, black Wolf by night. She seeks to tame the fire, and her history remains a secret for now. Smaller than most, she makes up for it in her dark personality. She lives to kill, to see the pain of others. The flames are her path to hell, and those who encounter her will be drawn towards it by her cunning, seductive ways. Beware this demoness, for she would watch you burn as easily as greet you.
And now you will taste her wrath,
Ay.Only one word was allowed to escape the vixen's velveteen kissers before her pillars began to pick up a beat, less slinky than before, but just as silent, following the stag to their home.
A cool sneer rose onto the ebon demoness's maw as her keen auds tuned into the Riddler's call.
Before he had finished she too sent her own cry into the murky atmosphere. Her call was eerie indeed but it was her piercing yellow orbs that spoke of the true danger that she held, not her whinny-for now she had a mate, one as strong and cruel, as quick-witted (hopefully) as her and all should be in great fear indeed.
And now you will taste her wrath,
A cool sneer rose onto the ebon demoness's maw as her keen auds tuned into the Riddler's call.
Before he had finished she too sent her own cry into the murky atmosphere. Her call was eerie indeed but it was her piercing yellow orbs that spoke of the true danger that she held, not her whinny-for now she had a mate, one as strong and cruel, as quick-witted (hopefully) as her and all should be in great fear indeed.
