“It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.”
Special Items:
I love my Minion Raiding Party, but not all at once
My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
Midnight Garden Member
Summer Bloodies 2020 ~ Best New Character
Skull dripping blood commemorating the Bloodletting 14th Anniversary
I saw the Blackheart Murder
Black Masquerade Black Heart ~ Participant 2020
I took a walk around the Realm for Thanksgiving 2020
My head is pounding to much to be here, New Years day 2021
Winter Bloodies 2020 ~ Most Promising Writer
Winter Bloodies 2020 ~ Most Promising Angel
Winter Bloodies 2020 ~ Best 70s Pornstache
Winter Bloodies 2020 ~ Realm Robin Hood
Sir Stephen's Biography
Sir Stephen, a dark angel, one of the Fallen. Doomed to walk the earth in search of carnal pleasures.
Completely stunned and bewildered, as she still was, and gasping with joy, she none the less was easily able to see that he was admiring her, and that he desired her. Who could have resisted her moist, half-open mouth, with its full lips, the white stalk of her arching neck against the black collar of her pageboy jacket, her eyes large and clear, which refused to be evasive? But the only gesture Sir Stephen allowed himself was to run his fingers over her eyebrows, then over her lips.
You killed the Little Girl!
You gained some of your Agility and most of your Hit Points.
You received $7.00 in Blood Money.
You managed to break out Santa Claus.
Someone already beat you to this one.
Try again later.
Eliza shook her head as she watched another person frisk Sir Stephen's bottom. She watched him walk with a rather jaunty step. "You definitely are a perverted man!"
Sir Stephen just failed at stealing money from you! Eliza jumped when a perverted hand frisked her bottom cheeks. The hand added insult to injury when what was in her back pocket was lifted by the persona non grata. "Open it and enjoy it!"
"Oi! You my good Sir will not find anything but lint in my pockets." Santa turner out her pockets with a small laugh* "Word of advice I don't keep me monies in my pockets." Sir Stephen just failed at stealing money from you!
Many a life here was cut short by an untimely death here in the Realm. Poor Jason Hendrick was just one face in a long line of victims. Their world revolved around it. She'd spoken with so many people wanting to know what she knew about how Jason met his end. She sat on a bench near where the police had first questioned her and along came another wanting details. "I found her to be a different sort of killer. I was headed home and there she was. She was singing as she worked this guy over the cliff; it was clear she has embraced her abilities." There was just one more thing. "I have to wonder if she was a professional... singer, that is."
*arches a brow* *lips part then close* *nose scrunch* I was trying to think of something witty to say but I realised I'm just not that smart.. keep your hands out my pockets. *grins and waggles finger* No pay, no play.. Sir Stephen just failed at stealing money from you!
