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| User: | hellswinter (888866) |
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| Name: | IMC | ||||
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| Bio: | Erebus Essex wrote this for me. It makes me jerk off at night. "Tis not that he isn't smart enough," Menith tapped his temple thoughfully, looking at everyone except me. He never looked at me, when he spoke about me as he was now, as if I wasn't here to hear him. "He just doesn't wish to learn." My face burned from embarassment, I could feel their gazes on me and I wished that I could sink into my bedroll, out of sight untill the subject was changed. "He should be punished" Isilas stated, his voice cold and metallic in that detached way he has. I looked over at him and narrowed my eyes, he sat there stoic in his black cloak. His skin so pale it almost glowed in the light of the fire, his eyes never leaving the crackling embers. What he saw there I don't know, but he watched intently night after night as if they spoke to him. Whatever secrets they gave he never shared. "Is that your reponse to everything?" Andril spoke up. She stode up from her bedroll, tossed her blazing hair over her shoulders and wrinkled her face. "Horses don't want to run? They should be punished." She mocked, doing a rather good job at getting Isilas' voice to the right tone. "Sniffling Halflings? They should be punished. Got a rock in your shoe..." "Punished!" I giggled and put my hands to my mouth. Everyone looked over at me and for a moment I thought I had spoken out of hand and they would be angry with me, but that was not the case and after a lengthy second my companions laughed heartily at the Elf's expense. I thought it was rather hilarious myself, but Isilas did not. His face darkened, the corner of his lips twitched and his eyes met mine. They where pools of the darkest violet, and now they blackened to ink. The look chilled me and I no longer found any homour in the situation. He stode then, giving a short glance around the circle and turned. He pulled the hood up on his cloak and was gone quickly from the light of the fire. I watched him go and my mind was troubled. | ||||
| Interests: | 69: alcohol, altering my mental/emotional state, androgyny, animals, art, bdsm, blood, body art, books, christina ricci, coal chamber, coffee, computers, demons, fetishes, fiction, goth, halloween/samhain, horror, horror movies, hot water, incense, johnny depp, journals, lemon drops, lighters, literature, living dead dolls, london am, macabre humour, magic, music, mysticism, mythology, names, obsession, occultism, old cemetaries, old churches, paganism, paranormal, piercings, poetry, poets, reading, reincarnation, rings, rob zombie, roleplaying, romance, seduction, set, sinisstar, smoking, static x, switchblade symphony, tarot, the moon, tim burton, tobey maguire, vampire the masquerade, vampires, vanilla coke, velvet, victorian homes, wes craven, wicca, wolves, x-men comics | ||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||
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| Friend of: | 5: aelfsiden, ianthe_aveira, noctisangelicus, orapronobis, sidheblue | ||||
| Member of: | 7: abstractthought, digitalghosts, gothphotography, nonconformism, paidmembers, religiouschaos, vampirerotica | ||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | ||||
