<font color=crimson>. stained with the bloody past .</font> -- Joining

Mirror like irises retained their line of sight, lids slowly shutting upon them for a moment as her crania bowed. Chin dipped down even more, tongue turning plain air into words. As it is a pleasure here also. And it was, as indeed those above him in the heirarchy of the underworld would have scorned he by now for conversing with such an appealing lass. Though as vision restored from being hindered naturally, retinas catch the question within her optics, flickering their answer of mystery in return. Indeed, for the night wanes away soon, and with it, the rising of life.

(Heh, tis alright. but see ya later though. *waves* ^.^)

Called

Farrow Restruk

Aged

260,870 years

Gendered

Male

Cursed

A mixture of an angel and vampire, an oxymoronic being. Because of this, I am only able to dwell within the light for a couple hours at a time, then I must return to the darkness of my father. Though my abilities well extend from a spiritual drain, to healing.

Html, Background image and Name � Mistress Aya 2004
If I find any of my things stolen (html, picture or otherwise) or used without my permission, I will track you down, corner you in your room in the darkness of the midnight, press a yataghan against your throat, tell you to go fuck yourself, and that ravage your soul and offer the remains of your body to my dark lord and master. So stinkin' fuck off!