Post by jesse on Jan 25, 2007 12:02:13 GMT -5
The fae's misty presence was made clear by chilling lyrics blasted from deep within her stalwart bode. Fiery lanterns gazed with anger at all who inhabited this dismal land. Stupid creatures. She was here for a purpose, one that would not be apparent until later. 'Who is the lead here?' Purezza was a light who had shifted her views to a more neutral stance. Now she wanted to see how the other half lived, the 'darks' they were called. Pathetic, moody creatures was what she called them. Here she would wait for someone to aknowledge her.