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Post by witch on Apr 16, 2016 12:38:44 GMT 10
For a moment her eyes lifted, her gaze turning to a new monster....her....master. How could he say such a thing to her? Love? God if this was love she'd know that hate would be something beyond hell and love? She shock her head at the sheer joke that was. The question being what would he do when she simply sat there, refusing to so much as move?
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Post by ladyofmusic on Apr 29, 2016 17:13:28 GMT 10
He reached down, stroking her cheek
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Post by witch on May 1, 2016 1:43:35 GMT 10
She pulled back, daggers in her eyes. She maybe his prey but it didn't mean she'd be taken down easily.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 3, 2016 18:01:22 GMT 10
"no point fighting little one
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Post by witch on Jun 4, 2016 12:43:35 GMT 10
She just went on looking at him. So much hate filling her eyes that it started to spread until it seemed to consume her, still, he did have a point there WAS no point in fighting at lest...not yet.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jan 31, 2017 7:59:04 GMT 10
Christine lay in her bed, the exspensive sheets covering her though she could not sleep. Her heart ached for her prince, her love
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Post by witch on Feb 6, 2017 1:30:55 GMT 10
As she sat there she heard the movement of someone coming toward them though who she didn't know, her eyes never leaving the man before her as her nose twitched the smell of blood and sweet really starting to get to her. She couldn't help but remember the chains that had one bound her, the chains that had once bound her people...before they had been killed.
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