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Post by Ruby on Sept 4, 2009 9:57:58 GMT -5
Hey baby, hey. I hear they call you Armageddon? What a, cute name you got there. It's not the only thing that's caught my attention. Oh! Those wings! Like an angel from heaven! Aren't you so damn cute, with your little wings and your little name. I hate cute. I want to rip those wings off your back. That's precisely what I'm here to do! How great! How great! Can you imagine it? The anger you will feel? The sadness, oh the pity of your pack, as they hover above your blood soaked corpse! My name is Cicatrix, and I'm here for your wings. You may have any part of me you so desire, any part. Let's have one post, yes? Minimum of 500 and a maximum of 1,000. Don't be late with your R.S.V.P. You wouldn't want to upset me, would you?
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Post by ' ' K.O.T.O.R.I. on Sept 4, 2009 15:04:47 GMT -5
Oh no, no, no, an ugly little rat like you? Never in my life, nope, would never even dream of upsetting you, you little darling, scarred little creature. Filth, scum, cur, oh so precious, so eager to die, so eager to feel my jaws in your throat. Do you feel that heart? My wings, my wings? You think you can tear them off? You think you can, don't you, don't you? I'd like to see you try, oh yes, little cat, little rat, little darling, I'd just love to see you try to take a piece of the black-and-blue, the Prophet, the Omnipotent One, the Harbinger of Doom, of Catastrophe. Armageddon they call me, you've heard right, and why, why? The why's so easy, so simple. I'm your death, I'm the face you see when there's nothing but your demise, your blood on my jaws, your fake wings so hideously painted on your flesh. Don't mourn what you've never had, chickie, chica, girlie-girl. I'll be there, I'll be there for you. No worries. Think you can take me, then take me.
One post? That's it? 500 word minimum? I'm game, you're game? Then let's do this shit, 'cause I have things to do, people to feed, lusts to fulfill and I might just use your skanky little ass for that. You don't mind, do you? I didn't think so. |
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Post by Ruby on Sept 5, 2009 18:08:23 GMT -5
Oh baby, you got me racin'. Oh yes, oh yes. So long it's been since I've had the pleasure of ripping into mutt sinew. I've missed the taste of canine blood. I'll undulge you with one attack. Each. Would you care to honor me with the stage? Or have you got the balls to make the first move?
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Post by ' ' K.O.T.O.R.I. on Sept 5, 2009 18:24:28 GMT -5
Impatience will only have your head rolling sooner, darling dearest. hah, hah, get it? Rolling? Hah, hah. I've indulged you once, I'm not going to do it again, so you better get your act together, sweetheart, sweetums, sweetmeat. I'm not going to wait all day for you - so make your appearance and I might be kind enough to drag your mangy carcass to the tiger over the mountain. I hear he likes his meat wet and willing. [/color] |
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Post by ' ' K.O.T.O.R.I. on Sept 14, 2009 8:29:25 GMT -5
What's this, what's this? Miss femme fatele? Miss vulgarity, Miss overestimated, bit more than she can chew, ragtag muffit herself hasn't shown up? What's this, what could this possibly mean? Worthless, spineless, prideless feline. Here pussycat, pussycat, where have you gone? Hah, hah. Gone and pissed yourself no doubt -- Or did you fuck the first thing in sight and died from fear? Your stink is all over my lands, kitty-cat, kitty-cat and I don't appreciate it. You never showed and you never will.
Either way, this is finished, grimalkin, I don't indulge lightly -- the next time you cross the border, I'll have others kill you on sight. Get ready, get ready, this isn't a place for your kind, so stick to your body-licking, self-serving, cat-ways and take this as a blessing.
Next time I won't be so gentle.
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