<font face="Arial" size=1 color=FF0000>burn within the flames of hell...</font> -- Joining

The accursed female slinks forth, movements similiar to a bloodthirsty panther stalking its unsuspecting prey, fathomless eyes - the color of spilt blood - seeming to constantly flicker with the fires of Hell. Satanically gorgeous features are clearly an emotionless mask, ashen labrums twisted in no such way that even the tiniest hint of an expression could be seen. Cast'd shadows from the canopy of trees within the dark abyss of the forest in which she lurked play across her carcass. A cold wind enraptures dark tresses and skitters down spinal cord - at the same time uttering a blood-curdling howl similiar to the moon-worshiper's own. Leaves crackle and crunch beneath the demoness's weight - it seemed to be their own way of crying out in agony from being stepped on, tattered and torn from the vampiress's scabrous, crimson stained hooves. Long and sinewy pistons churn to carry feminine corpse onward, muscles rippling beneath taut flesh - as black as a starless midnight sky save the scars running up and down hide. Ink-stained spikes are pinned against skull, buried tightly beneath a grave of ebony tapestry, clearly labeling her as hostile. Only when animation ceases does she allow a sound to escape - and 'tis not even a single word, or even an equine cry of greeting, like many did when they entered a foreign domicile for the first time - 'tis a menacing growl - almost canine-like in sound, though clearly from Hell in origin. At the same time, the she-devil's teeth are revealed - certainly not your regular, every-day, blunt equine teeth - rather slightly sharpened at the tips and stained with the blood of those unfortunate ones who had made the foolish mistake of provoking her. Audible snapping sounds are heard as the shrew's jaw unhinges and then clashes together once again, flame-licked ooids narrowing within their chambers as a fore-dagger is lifted only to fall once again and to be harshly raked across the terra floor, adding yet another scar to Mother Earth's already tattered and torn complexion. Eyes that were layered with a thick coat of animosity scan the scene layed out before her, a cruel smirk of complete and utter arrogance finding its way upon demonically stunning features, charred whip cracking violently against battle-tested haunches. Ah, so it seemed she had stumbled upon a war - how quaint. Well then, perhaps, this little "family outing" that Reveille had insisted on taking would not be so boring after all - for Flames was as skilled a fighter as she was a murderess; she had learned well the law of club and fang - had lessoned from the devil in fighting, and knew there was no middle course. Eat or be eaten, kill or be killed was the law, and 'twas one that she obeyed without question. The outcome of the war wasn't particularly of any interest to her - she knew not of these equines; had never heard of any of them before in her hellish lifetime, so why the hell should she care about what happens to any of them? No... she was here for the fight, and for the fact that Reveille had led her here - might as well make the most of it with bloodshed.

the devil d.amned me .x flames o' hell
my blood traces to .x bedouin
both my heart and hide are colored .x black
above the flames i rise .x 15.3 hh
i don't deny it - i'm a .x bytch
who's terrorized earth for .x nine years
i sought a demon to sire my twin boys .x lucifer & damien
and this coupling was in no way .x love
but i've chained myself to .x reveille
and together we've spawned .x nosferatu
i'm the hell-queen of .x sleepy hollow
i'm sired by .x serial killer
and i'm out of .x hellspawn
therefore, this would make me the younger sister of .x born to kill

i'm controlled by .x meg
contact her by email .x ylsuzie@yahoo.com
and by yahoo im .x ylsuzie