Post by Whipster on Mar 5, 2015 7:10:34 GMT -7
TAKE ME TO CHURCH
i'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies, i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Ohio's love had been lost in the island of Jungle Rock. It was something no longer existent, something that trapped her voice inside of her own head and that's when anyone could see the change. Once twinkle eyed and stepping as light as a feather; now snarling and ravenous much like a rabid animal. Father was dead now, he had taken the tongue of Shindler with him, made certain that the serpentine king was discomforted in any way he could be.
She liked to call her other half Joker. She was suddenly everything her father was — two faced, dangerous to touch, with an insatiable hunger for justice. So she did not care as she trampled herself forth into Rocky Crags, whistled high into the air and awaited for its owner to arrive. Ohio had not expected such a handsome fellow, almost delved into sin without a second thought. But this Ivanov was aware of who she was. And he beat her into a half coherent and submissive state.
She didn't fight it anymore.
Ohio was thrown into Jungle Rock covered in chains, bruises, and severe cuts. She had many grown in scars along her chest and shoulders now from the many violent encounters she had experienced that winter. And this endeavor was far too outrageous, and she never thought about the consequences of being a woman in the dead heat of spring time. Ohio had worried naught about that as she stood and growled toward Ivanov, who wore a toothy grin and called to his fellow island ruler.
"He'll be so proud of you, mutt," Joker mocked, their head raising tall and teeth lashing at the sensitive skin above the stallions eye. Together, the two whispered; "come at me as you are".
She liked to call her other half Joker. She was suddenly everything her father was — two faced, dangerous to touch, with an insatiable hunger for justice. So she did not care as she trampled herself forth into Rocky Crags, whistled high into the air and awaited for its owner to arrive. Ohio had not expected such a handsome fellow, almost delved into sin without a second thought. But this Ivanov was aware of who she was. And he beat her into a half coherent and submissive state.
She didn't fight it anymore.
Ohio was thrown into Jungle Rock covered in chains, bruises, and severe cuts. She had many grown in scars along her chest and shoulders now from the many violent encounters she had experienced that winter. And this endeavor was far too outrageous, and she never thought about the consequences of being a woman in the dead heat of spring time. Ohio had worried naught about that as she stood and growled toward Ivanov, who wore a toothy grin and called to his fellow island ruler.
"He'll be so proud of you, mutt," Joker mocked, their head raising tall and teeth lashing at the sensitive skin above the stallions eye. Together, the two whispered; "come at me as you are".
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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