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Of worthless guilt, are not your saving grace
And so you seek redemption at the puritan's hand
14 December 2011 @ 06:01 pm
11 December 2011 @ 06:59 pm
[What the hell.
What am I doing here.
It's not the emotional stress that drew me wandering the City noooo. For a moment, yes, this half-demon has to stop and just wonder something simple-]
What the hell am I doing here?
[ooc; AFFECTED. FOR CR. GO FORTH.]
What am I doing here.
It's not the emotional stress that drew me wandering the City noooo. For a moment, yes, this half-demon has to stop and just wonder something simple-]
What the hell am I doing here?
[ooc; AFFECTED. FOR CR. GO FORTH.]
27 November 2011 @ 02:28 pm
[Seems like any other regular day for her, at least. And while this has came on accidentally due to inhuman running towards a clearing, a very tall white haired woman is seen standing in front of it. Bloodied bandages that were currently in the process to be changed, one hand is holding strips of fabric and she stands before what could easily be interpreted as an altar. A nementon.
She's already fairly pale, even for her standards. Out of nowhere, in plain English - not even Gaelic or her native tongue - she utters-]
Your life.
[It's said flatly, she twitches as if she was about to bolt forward. Instead, she's biting her bottom lip to draw blood, drawing her tongue over it. For a split second, the white in her eye turns black, black veins course out of her skin. She gasps, holding her mouth. A few steps backwards and the woman plops to the ground. Holding her mouth tightly, she lets out a soft muffled cry.]
I'd never-
I would never.
[Right on cue, unfortunately, at the thought of blood, Regina's body begins to shake.]
No. No! Not right now! I don't need it right now! I would never do that purposefully to him!
[ooc; memory swap with
never_very_good :3 although give her a moment to calm down, blood is sadly tempting to her.]
She's already fairly pale, even for her standards. Out of nowhere, in plain English - not even Gaelic or her native tongue - she utters-]
Your life.
[It's said flatly, she twitches as if she was about to bolt forward. Instead, she's biting her bottom lip to draw blood, drawing her tongue over it. For a split second, the white in her eye turns black, black veins course out of her skin. She gasps, holding her mouth. A few steps backwards and the woman plops to the ground. Holding her mouth tightly, she lets out a soft muffled cry.]
I'd never-
I would never.
[Right on cue, unfortunately, at the thought of blood, Regina's body begins to shake.]
No. No! Not right now! I don't need it right now! I would never do that purposefully to him!
[ooc; memory swap with
never_very_good :3 although give her a moment to calm down, blood is sadly tempting to her.]11 November 2011 @ 09:48 pm
[How are we all doing tonight? Pretty good? Yes?
If one is near by, you may feel something faintly off. Perhaps demonic in it's own right. It's dark, thankfully, so whomever this presence belongs to is able to slip by no problem. A very tall person adorned in long white robes, scraping the ground as they walk. In one hand, clutching a long spear -- curious, however, the handle appears to be made out of iron? Tall, in long white robes that echo an age forgotten, the Druids. They have a very erratic sense of walking, it seems, hunched low to the ground, occasionally peaking up to see if someone is coming.
If one didn't know any better, this person is certainly on edge. Their face is not easily seen, except once this person glances into sight, a faint red glow can be seen underneath their hood.]
[They keep going, of course, muttering can be heard now.
A woman? Her disposition echoes that of one in fairy tales, a witch. Bandaged and bloody hands, elongated fingernails that look like claws and black skin. What she mutters certainly can't be understood by anyone. That is, of course, if you know Gaelic...]
Wretched creatures -- you send me with the Fianna and this is what I get in return? What was your true bidding?
[She's speaking as if someone else is there, and clearly, they're not. It just makes her appearance that more unnerving...]
[ooc; HEADS UP, Y'ALL. Regina here is speaking Gaelic (Irish) until she finally works out the ability to speak English thanks to the City. Apologies for any confusion!]
If one is near by, you may feel something faintly off. Perhaps demonic in it's own right. It's dark, thankfully, so whomever this presence belongs to is able to slip by no problem. A very tall person adorned in long white robes, scraping the ground as they walk. In one hand, clutching a long spear -- curious, however, the handle appears to be made out of iron? Tall, in long white robes that echo an age forgotten, the Druids. They have a very erratic sense of walking, it seems, hunched low to the ground, occasionally peaking up to see if someone is coming.
If one didn't know any better, this person is certainly on edge. Their face is not easily seen, except once this person glances into sight, a faint red glow can be seen underneath their hood.]
[They keep going, of course, muttering can be heard now.
A woman? Her disposition echoes that of one in fairy tales, a witch. Bandaged and bloody hands, elongated fingernails that look like claws and black skin. What she mutters certainly can't be understood by anyone. That is, of course, if you know Gaelic...]
Wretched creatures -- you send me with the Fianna and this is what I get in return? What was your true bidding?
[She's speaking as if someone else is there, and clearly, they're not. It just makes her appearance that more unnerving...]
[ooc; HEADS UP, Y'ALL. Regina here is speaking Gaelic (Irish) until she finally works out the ability to speak English thanks to the City. Apologies for any confusion!]
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