Post by empressastrid on Dec 14, 2006 11:35:55 GMT -5
(-Sitting alone in the dark confines of the Isian Fortress, she was. A beautiful woman, she was with long wavy red hair that dropped to her slender shoulders. Her crimson, cat-shaped eyes were full of insanity and strength. She had an hour-glass figure, curved hips and taunting legs that were long and slender. Her breasts were full and large and pressed against her black, turtle neck sweater that clung to her curves. Over her waist she was wearing a knee-length black skirt that was loose around her shaved, legs. On her feet she wore black 5 inch high-heels and she walked in them as though she had been born to wear them. Her long oval-shaped nails were painted with black nail polish. Her face was nearly make-up less, except for her eyeliner and mascara and her lush black lipstick. She was nearly perfect, a vision, an angel of angels…but not quite. She was sitting in her throne. The walls were of bones and skeletons. The smell of putrid burning flesh was in the fortress air. The skulls and bones were of humans...animals and dragons...there were all bloody. The black marble floor was blood stained somewhat. The sky overhead was dark and dreary and the entire throne room, which she was in, was dark as well except for the few candles that were lit around her skull throne. The empire had been emptied for some time and the screams of terror and pain of the Great War still resounded inside the hollow of the fortress. The place was dark and dreary, she was the only one left. But the portal connecting the demension of Isia and the Earth was still open in case someone wished to come through. As soon as they crossed into the portal they would immediatly appear in the throne room, in which she was situated at the present time-)
