|| :: Open :: Prefer: Semi Para/Para (3+ Sent.), PM( if possible.) « 18+ Male Rper Requested» Supernatural, Romance, Action. || :: Qio bio :: Seventh of the woman kidnapped in the 1780s, Sayuri Zuna was biten, and sold to a secret coven, in which she was cursed with eternal life and the deadly sin Lust. Beauty and Seduction being her main traits, she became the seventh wife of the clans leader. After brutal years of only being his slave, she believe the other way to her freedom was to murder her demonic husband, which she succeeded in and fled the coven. Word emerge of her betrayal and a bounty was cast for her return and murder. She later changed her name to hide her true identity. :: Saeko Xzu :: The Welcome signs light flickered outside the motel room window. The slightly opened curtains allowed this light to reflect against the smoke evaporating into the air. This smoke had just left the bloody lips of a woman who laid bare chested in the motel bed. Her, for the moment, lover laid lifeless beside her, drenched in a small puddle of blood which had been dripping from his neck for awhile now. Lust and Leave.... had been her motto for centuries and today was no different. She inhaled another hit of her half burned out cig as she stood to her 6in stiletto heels that she hadnt removed, and lead them to the backroom sink. Unable to reflect on herself, she just used water to wash away any trace of her true identity then begin to redress her exposed body. She restrapped her garters on her thighs to her stockings, slid on a pair tight high-waist shorts and a tanktop. Uncaring that she wasnt wearing undergarments, she continued to change her heels to boots and stuffed both her thong and bra into her leather bagpack. She open the motel room door and walked out silently. Guess I have to find somewhere else to crash until the morning Whispering to herself as she jumped over the outside railing and landing gracefully to her feet. She had a few hours till sunrise and need shelter before then. While walking on the empty road, she held out her thumb in hopes to hitch a ride, she contemplated on the bounty on her head. Soon enough shell be caught and killed, but until then she had plans for fun. Yet somehow she still had the sense she was being watched. ........
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 04:26:17 +0000
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