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Demoness

Demoness

  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    I'm sorry, I don't think she noticed your post since she was caught up writing her own story... but maybe you can burst into the caravan after Silver is free ...

    Aug 2, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Neo Venom Venom heard the beautiful siren-call and bounced up from his seat in front of the caravan. In difference to most the sound didn’t compel him… Venom wasn’t touched ...

    Aug 2, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Maya Keenan The frustration grew inside of Maya… mere seduction wouldn’t do it with this one so maybe she had to turn to more drastic forms of action. This vampire-priest ...

    Aug 2, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Maya Keenan “A priest? Well then, let’s say I believe you” Maya said, trying to cover the frustration she felt inside of her. She had tried her best, using her ...

    Aug 2, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Hm.. I now noticed how some people write in first person and others in third... is it okay to do either or should we all stick to one way?

    Aug 1, 2011
  • Archive Re: The Mirror's Curse (full!)

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    Aug 1, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Maya Keenan The vampire stared at her with red, blood-thirsty eyes as his cold, bony fingers grasped around her neck and held her pushed up against a big oak tree. ...

    Aug 1, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Name: Neo Venom - few know his first name though as Venom is what he introduces himself as. Race: Vampire Age: Appears to be 21 but has lived for almost ...

    Jul 30, 2011
  • Archive Re: Alethia (Open/Beginning)

    Name: Maya Keenan Race: Siren Age: 19 Appearance: Maya is a young and beautiful Siren with a fragile bone structure painted porcelain white. Her fair face is decorated with high ...

    Jul 30, 2011


I think the best thing about making it into the quote generator is when nobody tells you, so one day you're just scrolling and voila, some phenomenally inane thing that crawled out of your dying synapses and immediately regretted being born the second it made contact with the air has been archived for all time. Or worse, a remark of only average inanity. Never tell me when you've put me in the generator. Pride-tinged regret just doesn't taste the same without the spice of surprise.
— SirenCymbaline