Dangereux-

Whew, I see quaratine has bought back some souls to this ghost town. It's been a fckn' minute. 

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@Dangereux- I know right? Including me. I've been inactive on this shit for like, years now. 
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Dangereux-

@The_Mission I am the perfect size to punch where it counts.
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          	  You cannot punch me, I am too tall for you to reach my face.
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Dangereux-

Whew, I see quaratine has bought back some souls to this ghost town. It's been a fckn' minute. 

sinistare

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@Dangereux- I know right? Including me. I've been inactive on this shit for like, years now. 
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Dangereux-

@The_Mission I am the perfect size to punch where it counts.
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The_Mission

@Dangereux- 
            
            You cannot punch me, I am too tall for you to reach my face.
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Dangereux-

Blood dripped from her fingertips, her breaths shallow and staggered as she took a step back to assess the damage she’d caused. Deep slashes littered her glowing skin, some old, some fresh. The wounds didn’t seem to bother her much; in fact, it was almost as if she revelled in the pain. A true masochist. Beautiful wings spread wide behind her, though dark crimson splattered over them, staining the angelic white feathers. A sly smirk tugged at the corner of her crimson lips, her brunette locks hiding most of her delicate features from view. She was a rather delicate thing, one would not ever believe such a small thing were capable of the destruction witnessed. The power that surged through her would continue to intensify, and the grounds beneath her would start to open up as the blood of her prey seeped into the cracks. Loud, deathly screams could be heard from below; the agonising pain evident in each. Her chin would tilt upwards, her piercing purple orbs locking with the small child standing a few feet away from her. The child’s body trembled in fear, wide eyes unable to rip away from her own as a sadistic smile crept across her lips. One more. One more to rip apart, and the full potential of her power would be accessible. She would be unstoppable. The insanity grew with each step towards the child, taking over every inch of her. Whispers of praise echoed in her ears, blocking out the pleading cries of the child that was begging her to stop. She continued to inch forwards, the demonic voice growing louder, edging her on, whispering promises of power. She was too close to stop, now. It was hers for the taking. Just one more…

Dangereux-

Roselyn sat up quickly, gasping for air as she gripped the covers. Nightmare. Her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head. It was just a nightmare. Her delicate fingers ran through her tangled hair, taking deep breaths. She needed to get back to the Animus territory, it wasn’t safe for her here anymore. He knew where she was. Nightmares like that were no coincidence. She’d let him in accidently, allowed him to see into her mind. The female let out a loud growl of frustration, throwing a fist into the bed-head, watching as it splintered open, cutting into the skin of her fist. Roselyn took another deep breath before getting up, outstretching her hand as she watched the skin slowly mend itself in front of her eyes. It was time to leave this hideout.
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Dangereux-

i visited our memories again, today. i don't know why i thought it was a good idea. it wasn't.