absolut.vodka.tonic

[t o n i c]

Abstruse stain of fallible error strike skulk manner upon indomitable domain, innate a reprehensible, commended by many a mark. Bulk insipid in entrance as perfunctory gain onward as though in paramount. Insuperable belongs a stun rectitude auburn, a burning insolent putrid yet much desirable garish, a complimented endeavor. Indiscreet flavored aglow topography, much in doubt of her belongs within such a realm of disgrace and intruding stanch. Adherence was above to catch, though predilection in her dominance prevail entirely about innate birthed. Disparage of thus creatively itself, though perhaps bringing of the down was to prefer by those of choice, she didn't need anything of sort, she craved much of the like. Incipient fool was to chose such a ravage in divulge, but acknowledgment sort about the unworthy in the hubris surrounding, rather drowning in there own titles of main superiority though it 'twas the this devil banshee to come forth out of sewn grimace, would they fathom her understandings and face the equal of truth which lays spread yonder. Though the one whom devote espouse could be of ideal help to menacing, deceitful plan though she needed yet to provide enamor, which in return would would disgrace among power. Levity was run down much long ago, and humor was none of this being, for none dare cross the crafted path of she with fortitude, for then they shall pay legion of her wrath in menace and creative art of pain and ache of the mass, the ashen model created to reign upon the lower substances of eager emotion, for she held nothing.. Never would this urge find herself in the written flood of disgrace and of blood pour in health of bare and entwine in the throttle of flaunt of the "others", as though they never had been in complete comparison for they didn't deserve position by the delicate side in companion. Never would she still with a regular other.for she was never to be classified but feared was incandescent. Enamels clacked furiously at the replaying image of another dare speak the position, forever then would we have such a bundle of joy on our dirt stained hands, one founded with no such joy.

Blanch would this King be if he held captivation on another beside the darling likes of the submitting doe. For her calling be Tonic, and beside flourishing in darkened reprimanded hate issued, would she never mind the sport of getting one drunk. Who ever would mind dragging a drunken sort away on junk braces and of nonsense corrupt deep within in a black minded suringe. Penetrated in significant amount of injected pain wretched formation built in the war within the light sided and the intreped dark belongings, whom seem to fulfil positioned light feared beings, or whatever they opposed cheating themselves. She's bewilderd and mercurial a distinct little lovestruck anyday, drowning in their own disorientated mess of sided destruction, for along came little Tonic, to devour what you've got.

[err...stole meh post from joining, im just kind of cool like that. and for people who dont go outside the lovely perimeter of their home..absolut is a brand of vodka or tonic water..ect. ect. yep. its funny how i know that. ]

[Deux Épées]

OOC: hey! are you still active? Or just nowhere to posteh?

[t o n i c]

Oh..Alive. xD

[Deadly Sins]

Dear child you've come from a long way
I heart the road was long and you're dreary
You ask for a place for your head to lay
For your travels make your heart intentionally weary
Welcome to the hell hole of nightmares
As soon as you close your eyes you'll scream
I'll be the ravaged demon to save you I swear
And you will suffer like in all the other dreams

Scream a thousand screams for me and die a thousand deaths. I swear upon my word you will suffer and regret, come to fear this Hell you have begun to embark your journies upon. This isn't a game for children anymore, not even for masculines or femine's of aging adulthood. You will come to know every side of evil that is there, to twitch each string to do your doomed bidding. But child, fool, wench and wretch you will not stay long if your soul can shield itself. For already it's being devoured by monsters, creatures without forms or hues. All at my whim. These were the deranged thoughts, the opening melody to the hellion that stood forth amongst the borders. His spheres were said to be ashen, but nay they were carmine, vermillion the metallic tasting color of blood. They said slanted, he had mere dilated orbs, nothing to be feared about, nothing to change his features. Unlike the myths of his hellish life, the monster was in flesh and blood as they all were. He breathed, he inhaled the fulfilling toxins, he walked like they all did. But his power? Aye, his power was feared...for it was he, the beast of Hell. The equinistic devil that stood there, for each race had in their own right, a demon, perhaps a God. All he would ever need was supremacy.

Bloodstained Chasm was only one of his numerous names. Shetan, Hellion, Devil, Satan, Lucifer's Chasm, and other titles were added on by every culture. He was the one of numerous names, while others merely had one. His past was as King of Hell. Perhaps not a King as of now but the scars and experiences he knew would forever urge him as royalty. Sneering his ebonite painted daggers slashed into the soiled ground, tearing at it's partially fragile flesh and flicking it idly to do his whims. Bloodshot opticles then turned to survey his own realm, hellhole and fiery pathway. Laughing lightly nares flared as his chest heaved, together was one pulling in all the toxins into his bodice. To sustain it and add power to his glory and arrogance. Blood stained flesh shivered over hardened muscles, rippling chords and prepared sinews, each muscle seen beneath the rippling flesh. Bulky? No. Slightly muscular and prepared, he was of Arabian bloodlines. Every creature, even he, had to come from somewhere. To his dissatisfaction...he of course came from the womb of a pregnant dog, unworthy of his stance and title as well as bearing.

Pearls of blanche flashed, never to be stained by blood but they had really once met flesh and blood...numerous of times. Laughing lightly the beast heaved himself forwards, deep into the abysm of the new dominion. Darkness shrouded his gargantuine frame, clinging to his hide but he did not allow them to shield him. Step by step carried his cursed bearing forwards, when nares flared suddenly. Stiffened lightly he realized he was not alone, for others wandered the desolate domain. More then that but there was some close...he sensed their fear, he sensed their emotions. The devil psychopath turned, ebonite tresses of silk that framed his crown and feathered his ribbon flowing out behind him in dry whisps of breeze. Glowing spheres of death and riddance staring out before him. Delicately curved arch lingered high but bowed over his thorax, to protect it of anything, any pranks by his fool of a kindred's blood or other melodies that longed to haunt him. Auds slicked back lazily against his dial skull, moving in accordance with each inhale and exhale of toxin he carried his bulk. Each step seemed pained for the massive beast...but nay, he of Hell was of Hell blood of course. Ready for the utmost challenges the poisonous life had to offer.

Upon which he entered the clearing his first reaction was glee at a new tormentee...then the look of absaloute posession. She, noble in her own right would be difficult but he was up for the challenge. Perhaps the she-wolf could aid him, or defy him. Either way...he was ready.

Speak, vixen. I come from long ways. Do tell me your cursing and perhaps I will give you more then you seek. It was a slight demand, more of a polite one that showed his intentions were...respectful enough for a darkened soul.

Dear child you've come from a long way
I heart the road was long and you're dreary
You ask for a place for your head to lay
For your travels make your heart intentionally weary
Welcome to the hell hole of nightmares
As soon as you close your eyes you'll scream
I'll be the ravaged demon to save you I swear
And you will suffer like in all the other dreams

[t o n i c]

terrorizing rave stuck morn dawn of disgust preaching. a hazy mellow glare formed in bellow of nonchalant disguise about the threshold that enabled minimal movement and lively devour. forever chained within the indulging feasting lands of claim, the feverish desire to be swept away into the trash of which all sometime gain the derange to enable life within. forbidden chasms drawn an unsuitable amount of fortitude. ha, alas confident yet with that quite noticeable amount of a glass thingyy misunderstanding, she was. a loss of content, a rather rational apparel in streaking of a chrome metabolized which gathered within the slipping case of round chasm. the overall insipid view of which all assemble round in pattern. the overlooked state of mind in which bore unto all of kind. none ever seemed to give a d.amn s.hit about any of her kind. the overpopulated less reasonable mature female of which appointed all but misery and toy. life, experiences. come form that of the opposite sexes, awaiting to apprehend the haste banshee in a sweep of clean horizon. the beginning of an end. enslaved until further notice moor in secretive delight, yet physically hidden. taken in mentally.

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is going to get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now
The walls line the bullet holes


oh, here comes hell! a nasty uninviting smirk dwelling in merciless desire about stipped expressionless facade. darling vixetta peered about, a tone of contraband risked the perch of a glare at a nearing masculine. merely a bland figure to the estranged colorless view. afflicted with a somewhat cool rush of dignified disinterest. though banshee withheld urge to sudden confuse in a loss of silhouetted portray. hello. an ignorant abundance raptured in dignity. perhaps we mingle. attach and latch 'til defiance no longer fits in suitability. the defiance of it all. banshee's mask twisted into a smug, smirk daringly glaring in smite at the entering bronc. an anxious await for times..last glance she'd aged. looming above the skylight tremors flashed in grin. hollow earth beneath seemed to quiver in disdain, life as they knew it..was no longer. resolving to fall into step with a darkened pattern. slimmed, threaded, cut and stitched honors lay toward the skull of the czaress, preaching her dislike. boa snaked upward, the cower of a brace. dome peaked toward an angle, inclined harks twitched as transformed vocal lest flew from the undying the stretch of the massive Bea's.t. vixen took her slow precise time, timely inserting the glazed stain blade. counting seconds. minutes. wait your turn child! now, where were we?

ah. alas you are to be the first here.
looming, oh so precisely for the awaiting time.
for your striving answer; tonic.

with the hushed murmur she added the nonchalant escape of the rumored vocalized. forbidden to drench you in unlikely chrome freeze. laid upon, owned.
though a dreary distraction squalled about the opposite direction of the dry converse of the two. she didn't need thing, she was the thing. she was the confident. keep it down there. buddy. grimace in enjoyment, attention was endear in excitement. thought another. wow, was she having a great day today or what. ha ha, comedy relapse nee end. they were hers to twist, disfigure and torment. but who held the skill to entwine themselves within her wretched being. lest would she give in with ease. this one. he..dwelled on others. filth. banshee didn't need the drought and dreary doings of another. despise in others of the same form. female. the kindness of this one. was he ever to be capable in the hesitance and the devious path of her cruel intended ways? a dance figurine friction sunk into thought. enough of her information. she wanted theirs.

i take my looks, you bantle.
but lest you of the unobservant you've got competition.

marshy vocals kept a harsh wrap around the two solemnly standing before her. time for her interrogation.

least more of me, yes.
state your own foul calling.
and in my own fault, what in hell's name brought you forth to me.
i have indeed gathered the reputation for vile and harsh beat.
favor me, won't you?

c.ocky; she got it.

Let's go down now
into the darkness
of your thoughts
hurry up now
we're waiting for
us to fall
I fall to pieces now (I fall to pieces now)
a broken mirror (I fall to pieces)
in your life

The silence in black and white
falling forward as she walks toward the light

I KNOW
I'm outside of your window with my radio

I sleep with one eye open so I can
see you breathing (I sleep with one eye open)
I follow your chest home
Until I, (so I can see you breathing)
I can see you, I can hear you breathe in exhale

The silence in black and white


[anywhere it said "thingyy" was changed from "c.ocky" ]

[Ebra]

[ timeless: i think you should stop posting OOC in other people's rping threads, ok? especially when youre a light and this is in the dark range haha. i just dont think dream likes this, or the people rping on the thread. ]

[Magick]

come come now, the timing is right
flying, fleeing the moral hour
and as your true intentions are in plain sight
before your heart is turned dour
what be this, a riddle of the mind?
please do dote on it, if you be so kind
for the hour is now
the minutes fly
and soon time will pass you by
like the ticking of the clock
may your soul be full in stock
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

disgrace. betrayal. wrongdoings 'pon the world he called his own. broken promises. broken dreams. all littered. lining the lonely streets in the dark recesses' of his dank mind like forgotten news. aye, the deed had been done. the crime committed. and now the sinner had been set free. a rebel was he. a fugitive left to fend for themselves in a hopeless planet. fie! fie 'pon those ruffians. hession cursed thine own's kind to the fiery depths of hell. once he was. never more. for now the ess, dearest of brujas, was missing. gone. flown as the raven she was.

now he was here. in this land reeking of the opposite role. pitiful. but indeed required for one as himself. a loner he was, and would remain. however, one of his intelligience. one to share his thoughts, his hopes, his dreams with...would suffice. appendages weaved their way through the overgrown foliage. snakelike in their movements. like the deadly cobra, I am coming for you. scarred hide, deep russet in hue, shown in the dew-ladden spring morning. chills coursed through his frame, the early hour unbeknownst to this brute. he relented. he lusted and desired for a fea. none too gentle, nor too amazonian. the perfect witch to fill his harem...and fufill his needs.

long times had come and passed since last seeing one of the female race. now was the time to act. a sigh was emitted from between worn down enamels. the thought. the bliss. kissers called out to the surrounding fog. come, have me. hold me in your unforseen cloaks of negativity. behold. magick was back. the unknown had again been revealed to the land. nothing could stand in his way now.

sing to me
now your icy breath
cometh and taketh away
all that holds me back
allow me to be free
from your godforsaken depth
let me forever stay
in these arms which lack
your sweet songs of love

finally. one had been found. alas, at the sight of another beforehand. this land only supplies so many dark demonessa's! what? what come of this, this fellow stag?! to beat me at my own game...I think not. the brute fumed, heatedly from 'tween parted mug. twin zeniths laced 'gainst his crown, to stay until he was placed in his proper position. king. ruler. none to be messed with in these matters. gracing into the duo's presence, magick resumed his composure. kept his tongue in check.

not one for being dramatic. I hath seen your radiance shine from afar. won't you take a gander at the one who to profess their unending lust for thy?

[t o n i c]

[the reply before magik's post if referring to both of you entering. and the question for both..im really didnt see the sense in posting once, then posting twice on just about the same matter. reply when yeh can. i know i was slow for you Deadly , ive been going through a bit of a "loss." meh. ]

[Magick]

ooc: do you want me to reply? *looks for Deadly Sins*

[t o n i c]

[ yeah.. go for it if you'd like. xD ]

[Magick]

if you wish to be claimed, please go to maleck...

[Ebra]

[ OoC - Magick: Please, take the time to post your claim please. no OOC. and i don't think it is possible to be in two places at once -scolds- ]

[t o n i c]

-shrugs.- i started this thread in october. thats so pathetic.

-wanders off.- i guess ill post there..if..er. blah. when i get time ill float on by, check the weather, shake some hands. you know the drill. xDD

[Deadly Sins]

im sry i havent replied i moved and my comp just got set up today

[t o n i c]

aha, i was wondering if you died or something tragic that goes along with..dying. or..yeah. nyeh. x.x

do you still want her...im rather..lost.