The veil of darkness parted like a curtain as the midnight form of the inamorata was allowed through the thick velvet air, prominence ingressing at an even three beat. No fear of breaking the perimeter was found within her mind, as the dark kingdoms seemed like somewhere an ess like herself would dwell. Slipping her gears down to a walk, the crest of she rose up into a noble fashion, tympanums turning back in a warning that she was not the usual weakling that most would expect. As daggers crushed the soil down beneath them, the occuluses of her soul glanced about, taking in this scenery that she took a liking to. To bad the values just weren't the same... Shifting down to a stop, her chassis stood tall and strong, the will-o-whisp held in her soul burning within her muscles and senses. Where was this one that seemed to have taken attention to her back in the valley? Or was he lurking about just for the fun of it? �I have been cursed� Bloodlust �My grammical class is� Succubus �My years upon this desolate planet� 4 years �The cloak that hides my soul� Of the deepest midnight �The personality that adorns me� Cynical and scornful, I do not like others to often. �My heart is attached to� no one �And my body belongs at� Hopeful Valley �Those who have come from my womb� All dead or left to die �Those who I befriend� None �Those I hate� None yet �Rules read?� Of course... Html and graphic� Background image � Mistress Aya 2004