**somber soprano arrows forth through th' darken'd atmosphere, the crier to herald th' peregrination o' th' silver-tongu'd maiden, mingled within th' many notes an' hues all inquests requiring voicing. in effortlessly flowing procession o’ aplomb succeeding th' aria o' inquisition flows th' she-hellion thus regaled, slender pistons churning 'neath argentine bodice. unknown zephyr toys with th’ fine strands o’ silken plumage to allow graceful dance o’ satin tapestry in th’ trail o’ corrupted she-daemon. fluid lines o’ slim frame belying th’ savage inferno within th’ iron heart o’ femmina. ebonite pedates lacerate th' terre 'neath to weave quite a literal path o' destruction in 'er wake**

.the face of an angel.

**th’ legends do more than mention ‘er, th’ deceptive, th’ silent, th’ stygian vampiress with th’ façade o’ an angel. this is surely some twisted paradox, some ludicrous whim o’ –hades- that bestows such a seraphic form unto such an unmistakably corrupted soul. what virtuous vessels malice may take, while still not shatt’ring th’ illusion o’ celestial perfection! could she ‘ave been betray’d onto th’ walk o’ darkness, such as the beautiful –persephone- that so heartbreakingly keeps company with the darkest o’ souls as th’ result o’ deceit and trickery, unwillingly bound to tartarus?**

.a riotously ridiculous notion.

**th’ eerie melody resounds within your lobes, a memory, an echo. th’ sweetened strains abruptly warp, retaining their relative harmony but prematurely leaping unto another plane o’ emotions, dark, deathly. th’ shrouded ooids o’ fatale unveil, flashing clear for th’ briefest o’ heartbeats, sinister beacons through th’ thickening aura o’ darkness ‘bout she. all intentions, all thoughts allow’d to shine forth, baring th’ innermost parts o’ th’ lonely soloist o’ the night to th’ ‘tender mercies’ o’ th’ dominant mascu. now, who would that be?**

.black thunder.

**swift flirt o’ elegant crownage is execut’d, satin labia parting once more to allow passage o’ silvered song past scorch’d velveteen. ‘top slightly extended ‘boa’ o’ gracefully aquiline neck, distinctively delicate arabesque visage serene but yet watchful, tranquility a thin veneer ready to be broken at th’ first signs o’ havoc. aye, how she knows chaos and pandemonium, and how readily they leap from their dormancy. ooids undisturbed as liquid bugle rends th’ air, direct’d t’ward one and one only, calling his notice**


~siren~

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.alias | siren.

.longevity | four winters.

.sex | o' the fairer.

.countenance and disposition | refer to above post.