05-22-2022, 07:24 PM
LIVINGDEAD!!
SHE/HER - ZOMBIE KING CHEETAH - THE PITTS - 12 MONTHS
her eyes never left vim as ve spoke to her. watching vis every move with those dead optics. she, in some weird way, trusted vale not to steal her body forever. ve would likely run from her dead inside self if ve did try to take hold for to long. so, vis offer would be one she could not refuse. her mind was made up and logic told her this was the only way.
trust the ardent and be what you want. be what you are already. be the living dead you spend so much time among. so, she took vis words as a blessing and chose her fate. without emotions, it would never be a curse as she could not feel loss as others could. though, she wondered what it was like to feel things as others did.
part of her wondered if her body was what was broken. maybe when vale turned her, she would feel. part of her doubted that deeply. my mind is all i have, so i surely hope i never lose it. she replied with a tilt of her head. it was likely to be funny seeing her try to express fake emotions as she often tried.
am i insane? what an interesting thought. perhaps i am. she was not sure if that was how others viewed her, but she was sure that she was odd to them. ve soon joined her in the rotting corpses and she snapped out of her thoughts. eyes studying him as her head snapped back up from her tilt.
the crows adding an air of wonder to the seen. if only she could feel what it was like. she wanted to feel something, anything. yet, the crows cries did not cause fear or wonder. they simply were a noise for her to tune out. vis head touched her own and steam hissed out. livingdead would have blushed, if she felt any sort of feelings towards the touch.
i want to see how you think. i'm not worried. she responded in that monotone voice. then ve spoke about possession being the better option and she blinked. then do as you see fit. i trust you not to make the wrong choice, vale. her response was honest in words, but dead in tone.
vis promise was mute for her as pain was the only thing she felt and she rather enjoyed it. at least, in her mind she did. the promise forgotten at vis next words. hmm.. i trust you to decide what i look like. she decided after a long pause. what a risky move.
turning her head slightly, she would take a bit and then pull her head back. the black ooz from vim staining her maw as she waited.
// permission to powerplay granted
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trust the ardent and be what you want. be what you are already. be the living dead you spend so much time among. so, she took vis words as a blessing and chose her fate. without emotions, it would never be a curse as she could not feel loss as others could. though, she wondered what it was like to feel things as others did.
part of her wondered if her body was what was broken. maybe when vale turned her, she would feel. part of her doubted that deeply. my mind is all i have, so i surely hope i never lose it. she replied with a tilt of her head. it was likely to be funny seeing her try to express fake emotions as she often tried.
am i insane? what an interesting thought. perhaps i am. she was not sure if that was how others viewed her, but she was sure that she was odd to them. ve soon joined her in the rotting corpses and she snapped out of her thoughts. eyes studying him as her head snapped back up from her tilt.
the crows adding an air of wonder to the seen. if only she could feel what it was like. she wanted to feel something, anything. yet, the crows cries did not cause fear or wonder. they simply were a noise for her to tune out. vis head touched her own and steam hissed out. livingdead would have blushed, if she felt any sort of feelings towards the touch.
i want to see how you think. i'm not worried. she responded in that monotone voice. then ve spoke about possession being the better option and she blinked. then do as you see fit. i trust you not to make the wrong choice, vale. her response was honest in words, but dead in tone.
vis promise was mute for her as pain was the only thing she felt and she rather enjoyed it. at least, in her mind she did. the promise forgotten at vis next words. hmm.. i trust you to decide what i look like. she decided after a long pause. what a risky move.
turning her head slightly, she would take a bit and then pull her head back. the black ooz from vim staining her maw as she waited.
// permission to powerplay granted
actions | speech | thoughts | powers | attacking
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