Posts by Koneko360

Angel held a dead cyndaquil(I forgot how to spell that despite it being my main pokemon on my soul silver) which had died via highway. She had decapitated it, wanting to keep its skull. For now, she had the creatures smoking body. "When the source dies, so does the flame. Surely you knew that, friend." She dropped the lifeless body and grabbed the skull. It had a break where the tire had clipped it, but this one had a beauty of its own. She tried to fit it on her staff. It stubbornly slid off. She sighed and pocketed the skull. She had carried her skulls in a bag full of rose petals to mask the scent. She locked onto the injured pokehuman's shadow, and hid in the most convenient place, under the bed. His skull looked perfect for the staff. She would wait.

(My computer froze up twice) She sensed rickie awakening and hid further under the bed.

Angel heard the buttons being pushed on a phone. That phony, there will be justice in his spilled blood.

Angel knew what would come next, she rubbed her forehead. Just great, two demons and a cowardly liar in the same room. This might get messy.

Angel's head blade was threatening to reveal her, so she tried to position it. Failing, she heard the scraping sounds ring. Look for me, and I'll kill both of you.

(Sorry if I have trouble keeping up, my computer is slow)

Angel listened close. Under her breath she smiled, "This'll be good."

(Like I said, slow)

Angel slipped throuh he shadows out of Rickie's room.(I switched computers and the one Im on is en slower and more defective than the last.) She had not liked Rickie's little "Dream". It was lie anyway, a dem is a being of solitude.

Angel did... something. (I'm distracted right now and this computer isn't worth my allowance)

(Sorry my mimi's been on all day)
Angel sat in the shade of a willow. There were bones tied in the tendrils hanging down. She could feel its despair, know its pain. The kid that tried to carve into the beautiful tree, was but a mess hanging in the same tree. She blinked, then washed the blood off her hands. She walked to the house and sat down in front of it, curling into the shade.

Angel looked at Rickie, and brushed the hair from her eye. Her gaze was calm, almost blind.

She decided to hold her disquise a little longer. "Th-the sun... hurts.." The only thig that betrayed her act was a swirling pattern in her eye.

Angel blinked. Boy, how I could prove otherwise.

She answered a little quicker this time "Don't talk.. much."

A mlion things troubled her mind, and yet the pattern in her eye still swirled rebelliously. "First impressions can be more deceptive than you believe." She closed her eyes, He is nothing, he is nothing.

She opened her eyes, now both swirling, taking over her entire eyeball. "The world doesn't open to a creature of webs and dust. Abandoned I am."

"Rose is an exception, a new thing. A cracked lightbulb, or a spring a mattress, dear to me, but still somehow not there. You do not understand this positon."

This made her mad. The scenery around them fell out, to a strange world with an empty sky and a checkered floor. Her body tore and bled black, to reveal a demonic creature. She screeched and punched him. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT I AM!" Her black china face shattered more and more with every movement she made.

(Sorry got carried away with personality quizzes. They all hint that I'm emo... Crap their right)