I know lawyers make a career out of fucking people but this is ridiculous. <.<
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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And Evelyn has arrived! XD Now the fun can begin!
"Well, I'm bored...." -___-
FULL NAME:
"Evelyn Nazareth Thorne. Cool name huh? But just call me Ev."
AGE:
"Uh...18. Why the fuck you wanna know, perv?" <.<
OCCUPATION:
"...I work at a burger joint....and I hate it." -___-; "Oh and I'm the lead guitarist for my band Scorned Hecate. Yes Erza, MY band."
*Erza's in the background flipping Ev off*
ALIGNMENT:
"Evil I guess. Don't really give a fuck what I am."
LOOKS:
"Well let's see. I could just lie and say I have a totally hot body, but then again that's not really a lie. I'm eighteen. Of course I got tits asswipe." <.<
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
"Dudes, chicks, I'll bang anyone. Makes no difference to me."
PERSONALITY:
"Heh...knew this was gonna show up. Well to put it plainly....I'm a bitch. I mean I'm cool with you unless you piss me off, then I'll go PMS from Hell on your sorry ass, but if you don't fuck with me, then I won't fuck with you."
"She's still a virgin too! HAHA!!!" XD
"ERZA GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY THREAD!!"
LIKES:
"Uh....well I guess my sister when she's not out to disembowel people and play with their guts. Family's family, right? Then there's metal music, but I also like classical music and dubstep."
"GAY!" Xp
"You're one to talk Miss Lana Del Rey." <.<
*GASP!* "HOW! DARE! YOUUUU!!!!" <.<
*ahem* "Anywho, as I was saying, playing my guitar the Hymn of Thanatos, cigarettes and coffee too...lots of coffee..." =u=
"There's also your hidden stash of lezzie por-"
"GAWD DAMMIT ERZA! IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR FUCKING UTERUS!!!" D:<
O____O;......
O_____O;......
*ahem* "Moving on..." <.<
DISLIKES:
"Well as you can see, my adorable little sister when she's being a crazy PSYCHO FUCKTRONIC BITCH!! *takes a deep breath* Sorry. Pop music is gay as fuck too, unless if it sounds good. I mean, there is some good pop music, but like I said, pop is the devil. Also, I totally hate it when some preppy, stuck up bitch thinks she's better than me. Listen up slut puppy! I may have been born in some fucked up hospital, but you are no different than I, and to prove it, I'll peel your face off with a cheese slicer just to show you we're the same inside.....then I'll end up getting arrested again for murder." Dx
GOOD TRAITS:
"Well...for starters while I do enjoy a good slaughter, I'm not a fucking nutcase like Patricia Bateman here." *points at Erza stabbing teddy bears and laughing maniacally* <.<..... "I'm also totally good in bed. Just saying." ^////^
"Lies!" XD
"Uh...uterus ripping. Remember?" <.<
BAD TRAITS:
"Like I said, I'm-"
*singing* "Weeeeeeellll!!! Evelyn's a bitch! She's a great big bitch! She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world! She's a stupid bitch if there ever was a bitch! She's a bitch to all the boys and girs!!" XD
*throws Erza in a closet and locks it* ".....Yeah that." <.<
WORKS WELL WITH:
"NOT my sister unfortunately, but I'm cool with anyone if they don't make me look like an idiot."
STAR SIGN:
"Taurus. Yuppers, I'm all kinds of raging bull."
INSANE POWERS:
"Huh....umm...I can form my arms into some pretty rad blades. Hurts like hell though."
HISTORY:
"Ya know how they say some things are better left unsaid? Yeah...this is one of those times." <.<
CHARACTER THEME:
"The Devil in I" by Slipknot
"Video's pretty sic too, but don't watch if you're a wuss."
@TriBunny
Oh....
To say that Erza was a little bit pissed off would be an understatement. After running into her...supposed...arch nemesis, the girl was seething with rage, especially after being shoved aside by that bunny-eared emo twat like she was nothing. How dare Bunny defy the Goddess of Metal!
Erza, with murderous intentions in her gleaming yellow eyes, she was about to rip the door off its hinges and mutilate the bitch right in front of the principal, but a pause as she heard...quite the interesting conversation on the other end. She leaned in closer cocking an eyebrow. "Hmmm....Battle of the Bands?" Erza pondered aloud to herself, ear pressed to the hard wood of the door eavesdropping. "That....that twat-stick has a band? What the fuck?" The very notion itself was an offense to her, Erza already feeling the urge to just barge in and rip the little skank in half. She resumed listening in, all the while grinding her teeth in paroxysm. "Like Hell she's gonna win this war! Erza Thorne will crush that putrid cockroach and her emo gutterfags! The Goddess of Metal will NEVER BE DEFEATED!!"\m/>o<\m/ Wildly the metalhead cackled, perhaps too loud but she didn't care. Come the Battle of the Bands....she was gonna destroy Bunny.
She whipped out her phone, about to text her other bandmates and give 'em the lowdown, but....as it turned out one of them was on their way to the school....and wouldn't be happy to see Erza.
"Uh-oh.... I forgot that bald fucktard Mr. Simmons called her.... I'm fucked." Audibly Erza gulped.
Elsewhere outside the school, a jet black '69 Camaro screamed into the school parking lot, cutting donuts before screeching to a halt in a parking space, Metal Militia cranked up to an insanely high volume blaring from the car speakers all over the school grounds, the signal to Erza....that death had arrived.
A girl, no older than eighteen years and wearing a slightly dingy Burger World uniform spattered with grease and ketchup, emerged from the black muscle car, slamming the driver side door with a scowl that could only spell doom for whoever she was after. She cracked her knuckles, a determination to kick somebody's ass, but whose exactly? Why....her darling little sister of course, having caused more shit for Evelyn to deal with.
Without a pause, Evelyn stormed up to the front door of the school, kicking it wide open and scaring some students in the hallway, releasing a vicious cry of malice,
Oh....
To say that Erza was a little bit pissed off would be an understatement. After running into her...supposed...arch nemesis, the girl was seething with rage, especially after being shoved aside by that bunny-eared emo twat like she was nothing. How dare Bunny defy the Goddess of Metal!
Erza, with murderous intentions in her gleaming yellow eyes, she was about to rip the door off its hinges and mutilate the bitch right in front of the principal, but a pause as she heard...quite the interesting conversation on the other end. She leaned in closer cocking an eyebrow. "Hmmm....Battle of the Bands?" Erza pondered aloud to herself, ear pressed to the hard wood of the door eavesdropping. "That....that twat-stick has a band? What the fuck?" The very notion itself was an offense to her, Erza already feeling the urge to just barge in and rip the little skank in half. She resumed listening in, all the while grinding her teeth in paroxysm. "Like Hell she's gonna win this war! Erza Thorne will crush that putrid cockroach and her emo gutterfags! The Goddess of Metal will NEVER BE DEFEATED!!"\m/>o<\m/ Wildly the metalhead cackled, perhaps too loud but she didn't care. Come the Battle of the Bands....she was gonna destroy Bunny.
She whipped out her phone, about to text her other bandmates and give 'em the lowdown, but....as it turned out one of them was on their way to the school....and wouldn't be happy to see Erza.
"Uh-oh.... I forgot that bald fucktard Mr. Simmons called her.... I'm fucked." Audibly Erza gulped.
Elsewhere outside the school, a jet black '69 Camaro screamed into the school parking lot, cutting donuts before screeching to a halt in a parking space, Metal Militia cranked up to an insanely high volume blaring from the car speakers all over the school grounds, the signal to Erza....that death had arrived.
A girl, no older than eighteen years and wearing a slightly dingy Burger World uniform spattered with grease and ketchup, emerged from the black muscle car, slamming the driver side door with a scowl that could only spell doom for whoever she was after. She cracked her knuckles, a determination to kick somebody's ass, but whose exactly? Why....her darling little sister of course, having caused more shit for Evelyn to deal with.
Without a pause, Evelyn stormed up to the front door of the school, kicking it wide open and scaring some students in the hallway, releasing a vicious cry of malice,
"ERZA!!!!!! YOU'RE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOU PSYCHO BITCH!!!!"
Character: Danielle Mason
Location: Leaving the Church of the Creator and heading elsewhere
With: No one...but herself...
youtube.com/watch?v=oxVBVSs7szY
The church had returned to its normal dilapidated state, but the horrors she had witnessed remained fresh in her mind...and always will remain there till her very end.
She stood up, her knees buckling slightly, still the shiver of the adrenaline coursing through her veins, a jolting high that faded away into a debilitating crash as the pain racking her body intensified. God...that thing slung her around something fierce. It was as though every bone in her body was shattered porcelain, a fragile frame that was doing all it could to keep her standing. From head to toe she was covered in a disgusting coat of dry, sticky blood, blood that still smelled so awful, like a corpse left in a dumpster on a hot summer day riddled with worms and maggots.
With tired, bloodshot eyes, she looked around at the church, the perpetual darkness giving way to more cracks of lightning across the dull gray skies of tumultuous storm clouds...now receding to give the ominous, pale light of the full moon beaming through gaps in the plated roof. "I don't understand...." Danielle whispered to herself, feeling nothing more than confused...alone...and lost. Between the visions, the nightmares, the horrible things she had seen....and now this... Nothing made sense to the teen anymore. It was as if the very world she lived in was caving in around her, leaving Dani in nothing more than a deep, dark abyss.
Her mother...or at least the thing that turned into her.... it wasn't real, and yet, Danielle felt it attack her, felt its horrible words infiltrate her ears, damning her to an eternity of Hell filled with guilt, filled with remorse. Felt its claws cleaving into her flesh and leaving her broken and torn. "Why....why is this happening to me?"
Was she going crazy?
Without another thought, the old, rusted doors of the church opened, creaking and groaning amidst a cool breeze that held a more pleasant...but still a foreboding scent. Nevertheless...Danielle was free to go but only from the church. Not...from this nightmare.
To be honest, her first steps outside the church were akin to a baby fawn learning to walk, learning to begin its journey into a strange and bewildering new world. She stumbled in the dark, pulling her jacket closer to combat the ill chilling winds of the unsaintly weather. All around her, on all sides, trees that were withered and dying flanked her, no leaves to cover their naked, thorny branches that bristled like the tendrils of some Lovecraftian cacophony. A dense, unearthly mist shrouded it all in obscurity, glowing a cool, demure shade of blue from the moonlight beaming through the dead canopy.
This place...as if the church alone was creepy enough, this was a whole new level of fear. For a moment or so, she could catch....things...peeking from beyond the thick of the trunks and wilted shrubbery, eyes that gleamed wolfen yellow with hunger, insatiable, ravenous hunger. And worse...her flashlight was dimming ever more, soon a struggle just to keep it lit...for one more minute, one desperate minute Danielle needed its comforting light. "Why am I here?" She wondered aloud while shuffling through the forest, paranoid eyes flickering left and right just to catch frail glimpses of the shadows that were...stalking her.
How she wanted to just...wake up from this nightmare...
Location: Leaving the Church of the Creator and heading elsewhere
With: No one...but herself...
youtube.com/watch?v=oxVBVSs7szY
The church had returned to its normal dilapidated state, but the horrors she had witnessed remained fresh in her mind...and always will remain there till her very end.
She stood up, her knees buckling slightly, still the shiver of the adrenaline coursing through her veins, a jolting high that faded away into a debilitating crash as the pain racking her body intensified. God...that thing slung her around something fierce. It was as though every bone in her body was shattered porcelain, a fragile frame that was doing all it could to keep her standing. From head to toe she was covered in a disgusting coat of dry, sticky blood, blood that still smelled so awful, like a corpse left in a dumpster on a hot summer day riddled with worms and maggots.
With tired, bloodshot eyes, she looked around at the church, the perpetual darkness giving way to more cracks of lightning across the dull gray skies of tumultuous storm clouds...now receding to give the ominous, pale light of the full moon beaming through gaps in the plated roof. "I don't understand...." Danielle whispered to herself, feeling nothing more than confused...alone...and lost. Between the visions, the nightmares, the horrible things she had seen....and now this... Nothing made sense to the teen anymore. It was as if the very world she lived in was caving in around her, leaving Dani in nothing more than a deep, dark abyss.
Her mother...or at least the thing that turned into her.... it wasn't real, and yet, Danielle felt it attack her, felt its horrible words infiltrate her ears, damning her to an eternity of Hell filled with guilt, filled with remorse. Felt its claws cleaving into her flesh and leaving her broken and torn. "Why....why is this happening to me?"
Was she going crazy?
Without another thought, the old, rusted doors of the church opened, creaking and groaning amidst a cool breeze that held a more pleasant...but still a foreboding scent. Nevertheless...Danielle was free to go but only from the church. Not...from this nightmare.
To be honest, her first steps outside the church were akin to a baby fawn learning to walk, learning to begin its journey into a strange and bewildering new world. She stumbled in the dark, pulling her jacket closer to combat the ill chilling winds of the unsaintly weather. All around her, on all sides, trees that were withered and dying flanked her, no leaves to cover their naked, thorny branches that bristled like the tendrils of some Lovecraftian cacophony. A dense, unearthly mist shrouded it all in obscurity, glowing a cool, demure shade of blue from the moonlight beaming through the dead canopy.
This place...as if the church alone was creepy enough, this was a whole new level of fear. For a moment or so, she could catch....things...peeking from beyond the thick of the trunks and wilted shrubbery, eyes that gleamed wolfen yellow with hunger, insatiable, ravenous hunger. And worse...her flashlight was dimming ever more, soon a struggle just to keep it lit...for one more minute, one desperate minute Danielle needed its comforting light. "Why am I here?" She wondered aloud while shuffling through the forest, paranoid eyes flickering left and right just to catch frail glimpses of the shadows that were...stalking her.
How she wanted to just...wake up from this nightmare...
@Frengo Fair enough. ^__^ Coulda been better doe.
Dx Crap post, yes, but I just had to keep this thing rolling...even if it's on life support. <.<
Character: Danielle Mason
Location: the Church of the Creator
With: Evil Incarnate
As the horrific monstrosity pounced on her, Danielle rolled out of the way across the filthy, blood spattered floors of her living, breathing nightmare, hastily scurrying to her feet as the demonic creature whirled around releasing another ear piercing scream.
The way it moved, lurching and shambling, convulsing with every step like it was in complete and utter torment, that alone made her stomach squirm in discomfort, the sickening tinge in the back of her throat to vomit. But she suppressed it and kept running, kept evading every vicious attack this abomination threw at her, every swipe of its deadly claws, every deluge of poisonous black liquid that jettisoned from its putrid mouth.
It took to the air again, flapping its frail, tattered wings before soaring down, this time a hit connecting with poor Danielle unable to escape it.
"AGH!!" The pain...oh the ungodly pain... Its claws ripped through the fabric of her jacket, carving into her flesh with such a horrendous fervor. Blood, warm and viscous, spewed forth from the deadly wound as she was thrown to the floor, skidding across like a hockey puck before smashing against the wall. The impact jarred her body, leaving her disoriented for a sparse moment, a moment taken advantage of by the monster. It swooped down again onto Dani, grasping her arm by its wretched talons, another horrible screech before it resumed to toss her about the church....as though she were nothing more than a useless toy. Every wall she slammed into, every rotten, filthy church pew reduced to splinters by the violent crash of her body hitting them full force. The beast was weakening her, like a cat that played with a scared, timid mouse before biting its head off and ending its worthless, meaningless life...
She was done....and so was it playing with her.
Weak, her entire body throbbing in pain so horrific she could barely stand, let alone move her smallest finger an inch, all she could do was lie there...and wait for it to finish her off.
The demon wrenched her upwards, the force nearly yanking her arm clean off. Now...she was eye to eye with it, or rather eye to empty black eye sockets that only burned with its hatred and malice it had for her. With every screech, every scream of the horror in her face, more and more droplets of a mysterious and searing black slime coated her face, causing Danielle to cringe and cry out at the infernal agony. She could feel it....staring through her, the hellish gaze passing her eyes and piercing right into....her very soul...the only morsel of her it sought to devour.
It opened its mouth, a strange, incoherent language it babbled, like a chant of corrupted monks in a church for the damned...pretty much what this place was at the moment. Danielle, something was happening to her, the very essence of her life seeming to drain from her body like blood from her many ghastly wounds. It was taking it from her...her soul. She would be dead within minutes...this nightmare...would be over...
"N-n-n...NO!!!"
No, it wouldn't end like this! Not for her! Suddenly, with as much force she could muster to drive her battered and nearly broken arm upwards, Danielle jabbed her knife straight into the monster's eye. It's grip relinquished, the creature writhing and wailing, grasping at its eye spewing forth black, foul smelling blood. A newfound strength, it fueled Daniella in that moment, adrenaline soaring to extreme levels like never before. She wasn't going to run from this beast any longer. She....was going to kill it.
"D-DIE YOU UGLY FUCKING THING!!" She screamed to the top of her lungs, her voice a righteous fury having broken into frantic, painful sobs. She leapt onto the creature before it could get away, and like a madwoman, over and over she stabbed it with her switchblade, every piercing blow of the knife spattering her face and her tattered clothes with blood, the sickening crack of bones and the squelching of brain matter as she savaged the beast's head.
"DIE!! JUST FUCKING DIE!!" Without remorse, without quarter she savagely murdered the demon, until it fell before her, nothing more than a bleeding, rotten corpse. She climbed off the beast, trembling still from the sudden endorphin rush, her shaky hand barely able to grip her bloody knife, her small chest rising and falling with every ragged breath she took. It was dead, the monster was slain....but it was far from over..
Before her very eyes....it began to shift. Its bones cracked, its flesh melting away and forming into some bloody, gelatinous shape, a mass of skin, organs, and sinew squirming as if maggots upon the corpse of a deer, a sight that was even more disgusting than before... Then...the form took another shape, a familiar shape, that of a woman. But this woman...she was riddled with horrendous wounds, stab wounds. Her skin was pale as porcelain, once a beautiful complexion, now marred with blood and ghastly black and red bruises. Her eyes, once a lovely shade of green, now flickering like dim candles beside a lonely grave...
The demon...it became....
Heather.....her mother...
"M-mother....? No!" Danielle....she was in shock, absolute denial. The knife slipped from her hand, quickly her feet carrying her over to the desecrated corpse...seeming to cling to what life was left in her.
"D-Danielle....wh...why...?" Remorseful she whimpered to Danielle, Heather shivering as the cold talons of death began to pull her away. "Why did you....do this...to me....?"
"Why did you do this...to me....Danielle?!"
Things began to take a turn for the worse. Blood, like tears, streamed from the pain ridden eyes of her mother and seeped through the slender crack between her lips, spewing from her mouth all over the floor. Violently she coughed, every convulsion racking Heather with a pain Danielle couldn't stand to see any more.
"Mom....I'm sorry! Please...please don't die! I didn't mean it! Please!" Danielle sobbed cradling the fragile body of her mother in her arms, gazing into eyes that would soon hold no light, no source of life at all. "Mom, no! Please...I can't lose you again! I'm so scared!"
"W-why.....? It's your fault....I'm dead...."
Her body, slowly it crumbled away in Danielle's arms, disintegrating into ashes...and leaving her with that final, painful whisper...
The truth... Whatever or whoever killed her mother...they were looking her her...
So in fact.... she did kill her mother....
Location: the Church of the Creator
With: Evil Incarnate
As the horrific monstrosity pounced on her, Danielle rolled out of the way across the filthy, blood spattered floors of her living, breathing nightmare, hastily scurrying to her feet as the demonic creature whirled around releasing another ear piercing scream.
The way it moved, lurching and shambling, convulsing with every step like it was in complete and utter torment, that alone made her stomach squirm in discomfort, the sickening tinge in the back of her throat to vomit. But she suppressed it and kept running, kept evading every vicious attack this abomination threw at her, every swipe of its deadly claws, every deluge of poisonous black liquid that jettisoned from its putrid mouth.
It took to the air again, flapping its frail, tattered wings before soaring down, this time a hit connecting with poor Danielle unable to escape it.
"AGH!!" The pain...oh the ungodly pain... Its claws ripped through the fabric of her jacket, carving into her flesh with such a horrendous fervor. Blood, warm and viscous, spewed forth from the deadly wound as she was thrown to the floor, skidding across like a hockey puck before smashing against the wall. The impact jarred her body, leaving her disoriented for a sparse moment, a moment taken advantage of by the monster. It swooped down again onto Dani, grasping her arm by its wretched talons, another horrible screech before it resumed to toss her about the church....as though she were nothing more than a useless toy. Every wall she slammed into, every rotten, filthy church pew reduced to splinters by the violent crash of her body hitting them full force. The beast was weakening her, like a cat that played with a scared, timid mouse before biting its head off and ending its worthless, meaningless life...
She was done....and so was it playing with her.
Weak, her entire body throbbing in pain so horrific she could barely stand, let alone move her smallest finger an inch, all she could do was lie there...and wait for it to finish her off.
The demon wrenched her upwards, the force nearly yanking her arm clean off. Now...she was eye to eye with it, or rather eye to empty black eye sockets that only burned with its hatred and malice it had for her. With every screech, every scream of the horror in her face, more and more droplets of a mysterious and searing black slime coated her face, causing Danielle to cringe and cry out at the infernal agony. She could feel it....staring through her, the hellish gaze passing her eyes and piercing right into....her very soul...the only morsel of her it sought to devour.
It opened its mouth, a strange, incoherent language it babbled, like a chant of corrupted monks in a church for the damned...pretty much what this place was at the moment. Danielle, something was happening to her, the very essence of her life seeming to drain from her body like blood from her many ghastly wounds. It was taking it from her...her soul. She would be dead within minutes...this nightmare...would be over...
"N-n-n...NO!!!"
No, it wouldn't end like this! Not for her! Suddenly, with as much force she could muster to drive her battered and nearly broken arm upwards, Danielle jabbed her knife straight into the monster's eye. It's grip relinquished, the creature writhing and wailing, grasping at its eye spewing forth black, foul smelling blood. A newfound strength, it fueled Daniella in that moment, adrenaline soaring to extreme levels like never before. She wasn't going to run from this beast any longer. She....was going to kill it.
"D-DIE YOU UGLY FUCKING THING!!" She screamed to the top of her lungs, her voice a righteous fury having broken into frantic, painful sobs. She leapt onto the creature before it could get away, and like a madwoman, over and over she stabbed it with her switchblade, every piercing blow of the knife spattering her face and her tattered clothes with blood, the sickening crack of bones and the squelching of brain matter as she savaged the beast's head.
"DIE!! JUST FUCKING DIE!!" Without remorse, without quarter she savagely murdered the demon, until it fell before her, nothing more than a bleeding, rotten corpse. She climbed off the beast, trembling still from the sudden endorphin rush, her shaky hand barely able to grip her bloody knife, her small chest rising and falling with every ragged breath she took. It was dead, the monster was slain....but it was far from over..
Before her very eyes....it began to shift. Its bones cracked, its flesh melting away and forming into some bloody, gelatinous shape, a mass of skin, organs, and sinew squirming as if maggots upon the corpse of a deer, a sight that was even more disgusting than before... Then...the form took another shape, a familiar shape, that of a woman. But this woman...she was riddled with horrendous wounds, stab wounds. Her skin was pale as porcelain, once a beautiful complexion, now marred with blood and ghastly black and red bruises. Her eyes, once a lovely shade of green, now flickering like dim candles beside a lonely grave...
The demon...it became....
Heather.....her mother...
"M-mother....? No!" Danielle....she was in shock, absolute denial. The knife slipped from her hand, quickly her feet carrying her over to the desecrated corpse...seeming to cling to what life was left in her.
"D-Danielle....wh...why...?" Remorseful she whimpered to Danielle, Heather shivering as the cold talons of death began to pull her away. "Why did you....do this...to me....?"
"Why did you do this...to me....Danielle?!"
Things began to take a turn for the worse. Blood, like tears, streamed from the pain ridden eyes of her mother and seeped through the slender crack between her lips, spewing from her mouth all over the floor. Violently she coughed, every convulsion racking Heather with a pain Danielle couldn't stand to see any more.
"Mom....I'm sorry! Please...please don't die! I didn't mean it! Please!" Danielle sobbed cradling the fragile body of her mother in her arms, gazing into eyes that would soon hold no light, no source of life at all. "Mom, no! Please...I can't lose you again! I'm so scared!"
"W-why.....? It's your fault....I'm dead...."
Her body, slowly it crumbled away in Danielle's arms, disintegrating into ashes...and leaving her with that final, painful whisper...
The truth... Whatever or whoever killed her mother...they were looking her her...
So in fact.... she did kill her mother....
<Snipped quote by TriBunny>
I'm okay with it if @Rusalka is, but I warn you: starting tomorrow at 1-ish, I won't be able to post for a week.
Nuuuuuu!! I needz mai Moose!! Don't leave!! \;^:/
@TriBunny Yeah I changed the brother to a sister, oh and you have my express permission to draw my characters. ^___^
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