| I live in a castle in London. Moat around it. Serphant songs, the cries of dying men, moat scent, and the taste of blood fills the air. My teeth are like fangs and my hair is as dark as the pitch black shadows themselfs, my eyes are dark blue and stormy, you can see the raging ocean when it's on a rampage in them, my clothes are a black cape with a hood the I use only in certain places, a black leotard, and a belt darned with rubies red as the blood of a man's slit throat, my skin is the color of moonlight, but my lips are as red as the devil. And my personality, my personality is, I am always to ride my Peirceing Feirce in the cloudy night skies around my castle, and around our feirce area. And I attend to every hanging, every opertunity to slit a man's cursed throat, I attend to every funeral. I love little happy animals, when they're dead, or, when my dad drives them to be as rabid as you could ever emagine. I must obey my father. My master. *shoots herself in the moonlight*and....I can't die in moonlight. |
