

SuccubusHe awoke from his troubled dreams, the glow of Her still imprinted on his eyes, and looked over to the sleeping succubus. She wore her own form now, and he snarled in disgust - she should know better. She had her head on his shoulder, hand on his chest, and he pushed her away with contempt, placing his feet on the ground and sitting at the edge of his bed, thinking about his dream. A flash of Her face and he snapped his eyes shut, burying his face in his upturned palms. He was too overwhelmed by his thoughts to even notice the stirring of bedcovers behind him - the sounds of the waking succubus. She stretched, then stared luxuriously at his bSuccubus


PrincessFlame peeked around the corner, watching her father greet the newcomer with bright and curious eyes. The man stood tall, eye-to-eye with her father, and he wore a sword on his right hip. Her father listened to the man with thoughtful eyes, and then gestured for the man to walk at his side towards his meeting chamber. She saw the expression on his face held the same gravity it did whenever he was giving something serious consideration. He held his hands behind his back and studied the ground before his feet thoughtfully while he listened to the man as they walked together. "There you are!" She turned sharply away from the scene, unsuccesPrincess


A Fronte Praecipitium...Gwen stood placidly before the man, whose attention constantly wavered between her and her sister, unsure of what to expect from them, but confident that he could take a few women if need be. Flame's eyes began to glow, and the man yelped, his weapon turning to molten metal in his hand and burning him severely. He tried to let go of the remnants of metal, burnt into his flesh, without success, then looked between them with the expression of a man hunted, eyes painfully wide. "A fronte praeciptium..." Gwen whispered, becoming one with the precipice before him, and his fear became something almost tangible - something Flame's nose could smell oA Fronte Praecipitium...


A partShe hummed to herself thoughtfully, paging through an old notebook she had found. The binding was worn out and the cover had rotted through; she blew dust up as she tried to make out the words, a page fell to the ground at her feet. She studied the tome for a moment longer, finally deciding that the text was in a language she could not decipher. H'm. She put the book down on the table nearest her, the room was far from empty, but the tables there were remarkably uncluttered. She sighed, blowing pale hair from her face. "So this is the place." She spoke aloud and a quiet echo followed her as she stepped towards the gilded doorA part


the lamentation of swans .Their meeting was one of coincidence, their courtship one of uncertainty, and their engagement one of marked misgivings. He knew little about her, but could not deny that he loved her. When they wed, he promised to take her to the lake everyday; they would build a house beside it, and then she would never have to part from it again. She missed her family at times, but was an ideal wife and, when their children grew, they played always in the lake and grew to love it as she did. Of course, they took after her in more ways than just one. Pale hair, pale eyes, pale skin, they were all hers, and their appearances only hinted at something more, asthe lamentation of swans .


First Impressions"No; I don't know who you are, you may not come up here-- Hey! What are you doing?!" The boy stood before her after hurling himself over her balcony rail, flipping his blond hair in a way she might have thought charming if she hadn't been so perturbed. She crossed her arms, "I told you not to come up." He looked nonchalant as he began, "Well, it became nigh impossible for me to stay down there, when I discovered that you were up here." Flame was not impressed, "Then I do suppose you know who I am?" She arched one brow gracefully, red tresses sliding carefully back to a soft lavender. He watched the change with delicately masked woFirst Impressions


Deviant Idol : Deleterious"So, Flame, what's the word for today?" Flame looked troubled, then allowed her expression to shift to slight puzzlement, wrinkling her brow. After a time she smiled at her friend, "Just because I rule Language does not mean I'm likely to share every new word with you, Darkness." Darkness simply showed her the expression he would to no one else, "Oh, but how I love words." Flame lifted her gaze from the bow she was repairing, "H'm." She wound wire around the tips of her fingers, examining him momentarily. "Deleterious." "Oh? What does that mean?" Flame smirked, then jerked up in answer to the crashing of a tree cDeviant Idol : Deleterious

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