"Sorry, I'm not into short guys."
Tiffany Valentine. The forever lover of @TheToxicSlasher. Murderous doll on the run. Horror Roleplay. Looking for SLs. [Mature/Dark Themes] Tag: #Ghosty
@OfCrimsonCloak ~in the air began to soothe her restless spirit and haunted mind as she walked into the manor after him. "......That that's good. I am not so used to many people, human or undead... except those who have the unfortunate fate of wondering Into the Wilderness."
@OfCrimsonCloak (c) ability to handle me?....I am... not well and I don't wish to put you or anyone else in danger." Her green irises peer through him, assessing and waiting.
@OfCrimsonCloak Even after all this time, the ancient woman still had it become used to modern technology as it became more prominent throughout the ages, the scent of the beeswax filled her with such a deep gratitude that she smiled warmly which was uncharacteristic for her. A calmness~
@OfCrimsonCloak ~memories, providing some relief from the pain of the past. She sighed hard as she looks up at him, her vision finally cleared. ".... the only other person I ever trusted in this world was my sister... it has been a long time....but I sense no dishonesty in you, so I will~
@OfCrimsonCloak ~ resist the memory of the choking blood that ran down throat in the past. "...I. can't see them torturing us... my sister and I... even after all the time....I can never forget.".
@OfCrimsonCloak For what seems like an eternity, her mind struggled to recognize what was real and what was of memory. Her vision flickered back and forth between images of Marius with his home behind him and the dreaded images of past tortures. Her throat felt as if it were closing, trying to~
@OfCrimsonCloak ~inching toward the alarmed and fearful green eye of her twin sister.All she could do is make choking, guttural sounds of protest as blood poured from her mouth.
@OfCrimsonCloak Her lips curved into a smirk, indicating her pleasure at the impressive sight before her. Almost immediately, her features different and to Frozen horror as before her eyes, the scene of the beautiful island home transformed. All she saw was a sharp pair of pincers slowly~