Gluant moved through the dead and foresaked trees and stopped in a small glade and turned and waited for the wench he had just claimed.

.::.Giavonna.::.
Try to see things my way...
They'll go much smoother...

My two toned frame meet the bastard's match, a deadly snarl was sent his way, warning him to watch his tounge and temper around me. Honey comb optics rolled in their sockets as narrs fluttered softly, searching for a bit of fresh air. Slowing my pace I halted, eyes meet his, another deadly snarl let loose from my inners. Horns melted and lay hidden in the sea of my black tangoled locks, bloody fangs sat bared, grind together slowly, making an awefull squeeling nosie. Icey cold velveten kisser gave way.

And what do you want with me? Uh your name as well, or shall I continue calling you bastard?

I spat with such frisky temper, even the toughest of dark brute melted when I was around with my firey frisky mouth. I was a dark bitch, one that thought purely on one day taking over the world, and either one or both things, murdering the lights one by one or turning them into servant slaves, and watching them suffer. Oh the fun I shall have that day. The pure bliss I will enjoy watching those pathetic lights share blood shed and sorrow, just as we have for several years now! I wanted them all to suffer the way I did when I was a young whore. The day shall come soon enough. With that in mind, Giavonna a dark princess already? Yes her sire was Lord Lancelot, firecest dark Lord in his time, it was only natural that she some where down the line become a Dark Queen and fofull her father's dream's.

striking the dust with sharp flints the stag snarled. he turned sharply on his hind pillars and glared down the wench. deep in his soul he knew there was no point trying to force the bytch to do anything she did not want. he would have to find another way around her. but for the moment he was preoccupied by other things.
My cursing be Gluant. he snapped, before moving away from the fae, insearch of the sparse vegetation in this desolate home.

I allowed a deep snarl creep through my coval cords. Whips laced my rear quarters with such rage. Something about the bastard raged me, but something else about him made me slightly lust for him. Tassle held arched and flung over the the side, mid monthly heat aroma fild the air. Sly smirk lined my velveten kissers. Right brow arched as I watch him look for food.

The gate keepers of hell curse me as Giavonna... The darkend princess....

I snarled rather playfully.

he turned his cran to catch her in his damned orbs as she spoke. he sneered slightly.
princess, eh? he jeered slightly. nobility means nothing in these lands. perhaps in the harem of the king, but not here. he snapped his fangs and continued on his way. flicking his mud striken banner across his broad flanks, riding them of the blood kissers which pestered him. finding a patch of sufficent food he snorted and lowered his cran and ripped the tufts of almost dead grass from its roots.

OOC: did you challenge Cyanide for this land?

no - i was just going to reside here - i can though if i want yeh?

OOC: well this is Cyanide's land so you`ll have to talk to Equinebabe about it. She's in New York right now though

okay then i'll wait till she gets back

OOC: You can reside here, but Cyanide is still going to be the lead of this land. =D

thanks - must day i had no intention of challenging him.

sorry that was me - forgot to log in!