i kno im a little late with the "hello" but at least ur getting one from me
im SW or Swords if you want to call me....dont call me by anything else thu trust me...
i am one of the night freaks at this place....and proud to b the only animalistic/demonic psycho,weapon crazed, night woman here! *sighs....that is a mouth full of talents ......dont worry thu i wont bite ur head off....i would do that to my slave..not u
well i will see you elsewhere..... bu bye
*vanishes thru the wall*
With nothing to fight her with, he got into a defensive stance, only showing one side towards her. When he looked at her she was…isn’t she? Yes, she was, Dreyia was laughing at him. She had that soul ripping, evil laugh. She was, again, mocking him for being weak. He hated it with a passion.
-only those willing to die for what they lost to her, will face her. She is death. She is desire. She is what makes this world hell to those creatures.