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Post by ~Zelda~ on Apr 19, 2008 17:55:13 GMT -5
You have shuttered under the name of Lillith.
I have suffered in this world for six turnings.
The blood that runs through me is that of a Holsteiner and Kiger Mustang.
The Devil has molded me his bitch.
I tower above you at 17 hands, yet I could lacerate you at twelve hands.
When blood does not cover it, I am buckskin.
Paint my exterior hair onyx.
Being a buckskin, you would obviously expect charcoal black stockings, wouldn't you?
My insane jade pools will simmer through you.
What, you cannot tell? My "heart" is loyal to the Devil.
History? Do you want me to bite your head off now or later?
Lil' ol' me you want to know about? Dear, I am the absolute definition of bitch. Mess with me, you pay your respects in blood that I draw hun. I am cannibalisticly insane, meaning you do not want to get on my bad side. Actually, its better for you just to not meet me at all, your poor little heart probably could not bear my sarcasm and laceration.
Picture is soon to come.
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