.the angel with the broken wings, the one who cannot fly. the angel who won't give in, the one that will not cry. the angel with the blackest heart, the one who flames consume. the angel who is always lone, in the shadows she does loom. the angel who is not afraid, to hurt and kill alike. the angel who is easily pissed, the one that you won't like.

.My life your life. Indeed, we are two different people but if it was a living hell... well a person could'nt be a place. So it would be the place around them. No matter, now that this alliance was form, she had other business to attend to. For as masculine had granted her a task, she must fulfill it. Alright. Allies we shall be, nothing more... nothing less.... as much as that shouldn't be true, it must be. for the sake of s t o n e h e n g e and for the sake of both of them. wheels rather languidly, pistons propel fem forth as she prepares to round up the newbies, serpentile pendulum fluctacting frequently. who knows? maybe the old saying is true... do opposites attact? twin zeniths swivel, dial twisted slightly to look back at the new alliance. how fun her stay at s t o n e h e n g e will be with one alliance and all enemies. oh no, this won't be good. I will just have to work even harder. no matter, perhaps the newbies I bring will be intelligient enough not to fool around or anything. shrew continues on her 'merry' way, disappearing into tenebrous coppice.