Post by Lone Angel on Aug 7, 2009 7:42:16 GMT -5
This Is the Runway
x.Fear
xx.Finished
xxx. Blah, nothing much.
Fear was now one of the fearless. She hadn't been dead long, maybe around a month or two. She loved it. For once the voices, the dream had disappeared, well for now. Her dead hadn't been a bad one. She had simply bleed to death, but no would have known she was dead. Sadly her hide and the smell it gave off was an instant sign that she may be on of the living dead. Her right shoulder and leg was covered in dry blood, and the gash across still looked fresh seeing it was never able to heal. It had become covered in magits. It was quit repusive. Her scent was a well. Her flesh was slowly rotting away. It was bad enough to send anyone running the other way. But she didn't care, it a way she liked it. It made her feel dangerous.
She had wondered around for what seemed forever before she realized she needed to go meet her new king. Dakodah. She wanted power more than ever now, begin dead made her feel so alive. And she knew Dakodah could give her what she wanted. She grinned at the thought. She would do anything to become his queen. She was insane, so she would do anything to get the power she hungry for so bad.
So were is my red carpet.
x.Fear
xx.Finished
xxx. Blah, nothing much.
