Post by Isabella Rastafari on May 31, 2011 3:12:54 GMT -5
*Twigs snapped underfoot as her six inch stiletto dark plum boots marched towards the Vampires Tavern. Carried to the Tavern upon these purple torture devices was a vampire even more deadly than these exquisite boots. Long legs clad in only the thigh high boots were kept momentarily hidden by a long black suede skirt which only allowed the occasional flash of pale thighs through the thigh high slit of material. A corset, made of the same deep hue of purple as her boots and laced with gold and black thread, had been given the arduous task of keeping ample breasts in place; however it remained mainly hidden beneath the long black leather coat that nipped in at the narrow waist of a severely pissed off vampire known as Isabella.
As her ice blue eyes fell upon the Tavern, Isabella snorted in anger at the thought of the last few weeks. She was beyond angry with every element of everything imaginable in this sordid world and all she craved right now was the feeling of absolute drunkedness which would allow her to forget that a vampire by the name of Benito ever existed.
The sound of her footfalls on the porch of the Vampires Tavern rang out like gunshots, warning anyone near enough to hear the sound that she was to be avoided at all costs. Throwing open the door of the Tavern, Isabella stalked towards the nearest dark corner and threw herself down on the chair, kicking the chair beside her over.
Glaring at anyone who should happen to look her way, Isabella tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder and hissed ~Whiskey… a lot! ~ to anyone who vaguely resembled a barkeep.*
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As her ice blue eyes fell upon the Tavern, Isabella snorted in anger at the thought of the last few weeks. She was beyond angry with every element of everything imaginable in this sordid world and all she craved right now was the feeling of absolute drunkedness which would allow her to forget that a vampire by the name of Benito ever existed.
The sound of her footfalls on the porch of the Vampires Tavern rang out like gunshots, warning anyone near enough to hear the sound that she was to be avoided at all costs. Throwing open the door of the Tavern, Isabella stalked towards the nearest dark corner and threw herself down on the chair, kicking the chair beside her over.
Glaring at anyone who should happen to look her way, Isabella tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder and hissed ~Whiskey… a lot! ~ to anyone who vaguely resembled a barkeep.*
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