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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO DIE YOUNG?
IP: 71.31.207.49

THIS IS KILL OR BE KILLED
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My soul was born wicked. Crafted from the blackest flames of the underworld. Their screams echo my name for centuries; "Gehenna, Gehenna, Gehenna.." I am their death goddess. With every day I die and the years I count down slowly; zero down. My daddy says I'm a princess, which fits considering that I am a female.

My eyes are sickly sweet; a soft shade of teal ringed in black. They watch, target, learn. They are my most valuable possession. Looks close enough and you may just see your end.

They say I'm like my daddy but mother plays her part. My coat is long and disheveled but colored in the most alarmingly of ways. Snow drenched in blood and shadows, the elements collide all in one mortal form. A blood mask forming upon my face as shadows drape across my ears down to my tailbone. A final dash of blood is splattered upon the tip of my tail. A signature all of my own.

If there were such likeness to any, they say my grandmother would be it. I am smaller than my sister and parents but athletic to the core. I am swift on my feet and ready to dive in for more - but my bite doesn't hit as hard as I'd like. My face is delicate and feminine yet taught into a rather stern expression for the most part. Beauty and wickedness can be one in the same, I say.

I do not often look inward but many would say that I am Cold, derisive, insightful, and belligerent. Who says those are all bad things to be? Not me. If anything I should be looked upon with favor for my personal qualities.

I've heard that history repeats itself but I kind of hope this does not. Somehow I had become lost in this fucked up world and have managed to find my way back with the help of some rather begrudging vagabonds. 'Momma I'm coming home..'

I am able to imprint and my lifebringer is Fate.
robb stark


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