:My Twisted Thoughts:
:They already hate me. Cool. I hate to say this, but I like them. Most of them. At least in my twisted, Erratic sort of way:

:Stage Set:
:Stygian emerges from the caligraphical scenery. Antennae drift in independant directions, one intent upon the masculine and lands of black expanse before her, the other pirrouetting to the rear, sensing any danger. Musculature ripples beneath taut pelt, culminations jerking irritibly. No arrogance is shown at the moment, no dominance, yet no submission:

:Hell’s Eruption:
:Hello:

Cursed Erratic
Bound to no one
Outcast of the Black Lands
Allied or befriended to no one
Grudge against the world