12-02-2020, 09:38 PM
AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN
AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN
elsweyr — tanglewood — three years
Her eyes are nothing but a hazed over glow, monster of hellfire incarnate. She was disposing of an individual, jerking her blade out of their gullet when she heard something that made her snap her figure around. The king cheetah held her stance though and she curled her muzzle to show her bloodied teeth. The fight would not be over till Styker commanded it. Exhaustion would not grip her till he told her it was all finished and the day was his own. The feeling of something wrapping around her body was met with a vicious snarl, jerking her head back to avoid teeth that were meant for her neck. They dug into her shoulder and she felt the heat of her body, felt it heighten as pieces of her body began to ignite. There were no words from the hypnotized slave only the sounds of a warrior trained through vicious means. Her jaws moved to aim to snap on whatever body part that she could reach of her attacker, teeth sawing and pulling to open up deep gashes, even as her figure burst into flames, aiming to scorch [member=16755]Xhocoatl[/member] and cook his flesh if he did not release her from his hold.
She would shake and become fire, pieces of the flames that coated her form falling to the ground and sizzling. Her bright gaze was locked on her attacker, daring him to come and face his end.
She would shake and become fire, pieces of the flames that coated her form falling to the ground and sizzling. Her bright gaze was locked on her attacker, daring him to come and face his end.