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» DEAD and GONE. :: » TERRITORIES ::    » wyverly mansion, :: && TELL ME {finished} Author Topic: && TELL ME {finished} (Read 135 times) •DELiLAH• New Member member is offline Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 3 Location: Behind you! Karma: 0 && TELL ME {finished} « Thread Started on Jun 25, 2007, 9:06pm » JUST HOW DANGEROUS iS SECOND BEST? word count. 787 purpose. to join o: extra comments. <3 delilah is a silly one. she doesn't want to waltz in and take his pants and be all *shameless flirt*, she just enjoys high rank. so be prepared for some serious cold indifference ^^;; s t a t u s. complete :] T H A T, now that was a place for a queen! Delilah smirked as she darted between the feet of various pedestrians, occasionally nipping at the bags of those who dared to tread too close, or growling at the annoying small ones who grabbed at her tail. Though she knew better than to bite at the little two leggers, because the larger ones always slapped her, or kicked at her. She had earned her fair share of bruised ribs from being kicked in the chest by cheap Prada knock offs (because real Prada boots to the chest always felt so different), so she figured it best to just growl at them and chase them off. But still, it wasn't the pedestrians that were her main concern today. No, no! It was that gorgeous, quaint little dilapidated mansion that rested (seemingly so comfortably) on the hill overlooking he town. Yes, that was fit for a queen (a queen like herself, of course). D E L I L A H managed to dodge yet another grimy toddler before finally slipping indiscreetly into a side alley, her pawsteps now echoing eerily as her unclipped nails tapped against the cement. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Pause. She'd lost sight of the pretty little house, back track, back track, pause. There it was. With a sort of defiance in her step (the sort of defiance that only comes with a queen's stature, I assure you), Delilah trod onwards, her head held high, her feathery ears pricked forward. "Home, surely," She muttered under her breath, tossing her head regally. S E L F - C E N T E R E D? Maybe. F A S T E R now, she picked up her pace and headed out of the alley, coming back onto the over crowded streets and few blocks down from where had entered. Wonderful short cut, darling. Not. What a waste of time, she thought bitterly as she continued her no-nonsense journey of finding out exactly who owned that mansion, and if he was currently 'accepting' new members. "Like he could down a mutt with a mug as pretty as my own," She murmured, licking her lips and wagging her tail feebly. Especially not when she was bleeding so attractively out of a gash on her left leg. O H, have I neglected to mention such? Delilah was indeed bleeding (not heavily, though still trickling that sticky crimson) down her front left leg. While she paused occasionally to lick at the cut, it wasn't bothering too much. Or, for that matter, if it was, she didn't show it. Who would follow a queen who fainted at the sight of blood, anyhow? Not her for sure. Females, though typically not stronger (physically) than males, must surpass their mentality in all areas. Or, so was Delilah's view on things. Feminist? Not quite. More like having respect for her gender. Delilah would certainly not even pause in her step if she happened to see, oh, a fellow female getting raped in an alley (no, no, no it was best to keep walking, quickly now, before he sees you!). A L O N E with her thoughts, Delilah threw herself eagerly into the time-consuming task of finding that silly mansion. Silly? Oh no, where was her head going? This mansion was not silly! It was the epitome of perfection. While she began daydreaming about the inside of the mansion (which surely was perfect), she began drifting ever closer to her object of desire. When Delilah looked up from the road next, to figure out where to go, she found herself no longer on the pavement. In fact, her wandering paws had taken her right to the front lawn of the mansion. Be still my heart! She thought, for a second half heartedly slipping into the role of southern belle. Wary for once of the scent markers (for Delilah was not stupid, she knew when not to trespass), she backed up until she was at the perimeter of the house. She began to pace, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, awaiting the greeting (surely salutations fit for queen). But no welcoming chuff came. S I M P L Y put, Delilah was knocked off her throne. Here she was simply a commoner. And this, this would not do. In time, she would prove herself. She'd tell this... male who was worthy of his affections, and his stupid, stupid queen position. Any opposing females could easily be taken out. So for now, she'd lie low. In the evening, her eyes glinted in the half light. In time... In time. « Last Edit: Jun 26, 2007, 2:47pm by •DELiLAH• » Link to Post - Back to Top   Logged •DELiLAH• New Member member is offline Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 3 Location: Behind you! Karma: 0 Re: && TELL ME {finished} « Reply #1 on Jul 10, 2007, 7:30pm » erm, bump? 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