-->Death Lies Where Disaster Strikes.

[-->Renegade.]

The stench of luces tints my nares,
My visage tossed as a maniac.
With in the occuli lingers a flare.
Dare to mess with thee,
bloodshed then you will be your setback.
I be Bloody Renegade and hell hails me.

Obsidian Vixen advanced 'pon the lands. Within the shadows she lingered, nasal caverns flaring wildly as the stenches of the lands were brought forth to her. Daggers left deep influence's 'pon the sod, as if to be a trademark of her presence. Pistons brought her forth to the clearing, occuli directed towards the darkening lithosphere.

T'would be given the distinction of visually imperfect. Whipcord and each stiff hair of her dreads were matted beyond relief. Ebonite pelt was caked with a thick dust color, mud from the passing weathers. Ivories were a crimson stained, harks often found melted to visage tightly, hiding them from sight. Each massive dagger bore a large crack, each crack filled with mud as if a putty to keep them together. Hide was stain a slight crimson color as the bloodshed she had seen, though baring few scars for cunning agilness she had, odd for her size. She was primed, seeing near five winters, including many pleasure deaths which part she took in.

Though battered she seemed, an agile baroness she was in the time of war. Bloodshed was a sign of satisfaction, completion and everything far from failure. Those who dared to approach her payed for their actions. Enjoyment she found in striking those, leaving their carcass to rot, lacerated and unrecognizable so even those of the heaven kissers would be disgusted at the sight. Slight smirk tugged at the corners of her maw at the thought. T'was with a passion she loathed the useless luces the littered her world of Satan. T'was amusing to see the whites of their occuli, hear their pitiful screams and take part in the worthless attempt to defend themselves. Even their gods wouldn't accepted their mangled carcasses.

A maternal side she had never seen for a minuscule brat was worthless to her soul. She doubted even her own spawn could mimic her brutality. Few times had she allowed a brute to near her enough to give her the pleasure she craved. T'was pathetic how incapable they were, resulting in a most excruciating death for them.

Banshee brought massive carcass forth, front pistons levitated from the sod, attempting to strike out at the lithosphere. Labrums parted, bloodcurdling scream brought from box of lyrics. She landed harshly 'pon the sod, dagger lacerating it. Zephyrs picked up dreads, sight blinded by a mass of tangled obsidian. Visage shook wildly as though something diseased seemed to be seeping into her brainpan. Harks flattened tightly to her visage, giving them the usual invisible 'pearance. Velvets parted once more, crimson ivories bared with warning to those who dared to approach her closely. Though she welcomed the danger that lingered with in the shadows, eager for a challenge. Slightly irate with herself for allowing her carcass to be brought forth to the lands in search of a stag, gaze searched the outlines of the land, her own appearance from afar seemed combative. A great Czaress she would be...if one dared to come and get the Bloody Renegade.[/size]

[Passion]

The Ebon stud made his way advancing his collosal pillars into the fae meadow once again he needed demonesses to join him in his dark terra and he wouldent go for just some vixen they had to be the darkest of the spheres found the perfect fae for what he was looking for at a graceful two beat to impress his herculian midnight coat was just like his sould dark... and unforgiving you could tell just by his exterior he was dark once he made his way to in front of the mare she looked dark so he opend his maw to speak

Lo' I be Deldron from The unknown I see you are a dark as i am too may i know the cursing of a demoness as yourself

he said closing his maw he looked at her inspecting her

[-->Renegade.]

Harks remained melted tightly to her visage as the sight of a hessian 'peared. Cold occuli fixed 'pon him, studying his carcass as he neared. Lip curled as it often did in an unfavorable way when the stench of a light had met her though this time t'was to reveal crimson stained ivories, baring that of warning. Nasal caverns flared slightly, scents mingled within.

Bulk was shifted as boredom lingered, massive daggers stirring the sod erringly. Bold she was as well as daring. She never cowered nor ran. T'was nothing to fear and this brute had made no exceptions. She wasn't here to make acquaintances or play nice like the luces which she found unnecessary and unpleasing. Rather t'was to find a one dark enough in which she could produce the dark spawn that would run through the lands and carry of the lines of Satan for the rest of the world, the ones that would one day overtake the luces.

Hazel optics settled upon him, visage bobbing with a showing of some respect. A hark erect, catching his lyrics though caring little. ”And while I have implied that I care not of your d**ning, I shall give my own. I be Bloody Renegade.” Vocals were somewhat stiff, agitation mounting with each moment she was forced to remain in the lands.

[Passion]

touchy,touchy touchy... deldron said slyly to the truely dark mare she seemed to be a true realative of satan himself. If you act this way upon me i am sure that you would hate lights with as much of hatred as i do for you seem to think i am a light or atleast thats how you talk for i am only in peace with the darks for that is the only way for us to overrule others he said keeping his ground he watched her.. the vixen didnt seem to like him that much but he didnt care

[-->Renegade.]

Harks had erected slightly at his lyrics though slowly melted to her visage once more. Bulk was settled before him, hock kisser striking out at her sides, creating deep welts that took long periods of time to fade away. Serpentine coiled, nipping at her chest as the bloodsuckers insisted 'pon annoying her. Flint scraped the lithosphere 'neath her large carcass, annoyed with the hessian's delaying of departure. T'was such things that provoked agitation within her cold innards.

Nasal caverns flared, crimson lining visible. Piercing stare remained 'pon him as zephyrs taunted her by picking up thick tangled mass of her dreads. She watched with little contentment as his signs of aggression appeared. Hostility was found in his vocals as he spoke, smirk threatening to unfurl itself upon her mug as she found his displeasure though t’was held back with much difficulty.

Front pillars were brought off the sod momentarily, landing harshly 'pon the unworthy lithosphere. I have little to say though if you has come in search of a dark minx I be offered to you. I shan't have my time wasted any more. She snarled, angered with the time this brute wished to take. Time was something she never cared to take, impatience often found. Of course it had been her reputable attitude of being difficult, often starting her own small battles between the other minxes who dared to call themselves spawn of Satan. For she was one of the only true daughters of the dam.ned. T'was displeasing to her as the stench of the luces continued to waft towards her nares. Battered tiara tilted slightly contemplating his original worlds. ”I’ve never been compelled to call a dark Hessian a light though little you have proven to me. Take me and your harem shall be the strongest yet.”

[Passion]

Deldron nooded to her words Very well then you may follow me to my terra it tis called the unknown for a reason so i advise you stay close if you wish to follow ge said to the vixen she was so beautiful and he was feeling a tad of his light side show out but he wouldent let her know he liked her but it didnt seem that her emotions were the same but she would be perfect for his heard starting to walk off he did not look behind for if she followed or not she was going to the unkown

[-->Renegade.]

A sharp nod was given; nasals passing a snort. ”I shall find my own way.” T’was nothing of disrespect but rather the fact that she feared nothing that lingered nor needed direction from a superior. Bulk was shifted uneasily 'neath obsidian canvas. Whipcord struck out at sides harshly, amused with the pitiful argument going 'tween her thoughts. Flint stirred the sod erringly as she turned carcass 'bout, glancing at the czar. She saw no others, merely pleased with the prospect of finding a harem in which she may linger. Sinew bunched slightly as pillars extended, making her way over the land with powerful strides. Flints left the trademarks of her presence within the litho, labrums still provided a view of her crimson stained ivories to any new comers as she moved, parting in a different direction than the brute.

[can u make the thread?]

[Passion]

[sure]