Jamie Lannister
Hark! Wait there, a moment.
A pretty rose, to adorn you this evening.
-Jaime Lannister
Sven the Psionic
Has a sponge and looks like he is rubbing his glittery body raw- I SHALL NEVER BE A SPARKLEPIRE! DAMN GLITTER! BE GONE WITH YOU!
-Sven the Psionic
anon. Benefactor
you are wandering amuck, hunting for candy and tramping over holy ground without a thought and without a care of those souls beneath your feet. You ignore the warnings stirring in the air. From behind a grave you are watched, hatred stirring in their gut, heavy panting gone unheard. You have upset his masters and no he is allowed to have his fun. A foot step behind, and the tell tell crunch of leaves, you start to turn but are caught by the arm. A rag to your face and you are out like a light your mask knocked to the ground. You wake up in a tourcher chamber filled with bloody instruments dripping with still warm liquid. You are chained to a table cold and wet against your back and you shiver as you are soaked through. The hooded man steps into view and grins at you. ''now now little one you should know better than to disturb souls on Samhain. I was been forbidden to kill you but you will not escape unscratched.'' There is a sharp pain on your arm and you pass out again wakening to find yourself laying by your mask a fresh brand on your arm. on the wind a message is carried. ''to offend again is to welcome death, go with caution little one.''
Angel among the Bloody Masqueraders
An Angel, floats towards you in peace , offering a black rose...
Suddenly, the angel whips out her pen, and throws it like a dart at your eye. You scream in pain til the angel comes and yanks it out, the tip dripping with your dull red blood. With it, she draws your beautiful teacup, stained with your blood.
Enjoy~
From, The Angel Among the Bloody Masqueraders
Anon. Benefactor
&.... H&ppy H&lloween.&
