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I adopted a Devil Wolf
Name:Bloody Kisses
Age:666
Likes: Fresh Meat,Blood,Ozzy,Type O Negative
Dislikes: Fundies,Justin Bieber, A**holes, veggies.
Owner:Gothikalrose
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About Me...
Crowned
pirate Vampire Princess Gothical Rose from the Planet Mythos aka Angie
wink Love listening to music, being a pirate, video games, hanging with my hubby, sister, and few close friends.Love to write fantasy,watching Voltron and Thundercats..Waste my time on World of Warcraft, this site and Facebook...
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The Gothical Rose
Born in a highly respected vampire clan, GothicalRose learned respect from a early age. Her father was the Lord of the clan, and her mother was his queen. She adored her parents, especially her father, even though he was busy most of the time. Her mother was there in his place, making sure GothicalRose had everything she needed.
All was well until the day a group of vampire hunters surprised the camp, slaying all that they could. Barely escaping with her life in little more than her sleeping robes, GothicalRose hid in a sheltered cave on the outskirts of the camp. After the sounds of the massacre finally, blissfully stopped, GothicalRose went out to seek surviviors. Walking towards the camp she heard a low cry on the horizon, and had the sense of someone watching her. She looked around, but seeing nothing, she continued warily back.
Arriving at the camp, she saw the carnage left by the hunters. She came upon her mother, bent over with a wooden stake thrust deep into her heart. Sobbing profusely, GothicalRose held her one last time, and softly pushed some soft dirt over her body. Now worried if she would find her father alive, she shivered as she stepped over the various dead bodies laying around.
Finally found him, strong and hale as ever, surrounded by the reamaining trusted men had survived the battle. Joyous to see she was well, he calmed her after talking about finding her mother. The next night, as she awoke, she came upon her father already kissing another. A bit uneasy because she just lost her mother, she asked her father who was that other woman. He told her she was from another clan, and a Lord cannot be alone too long without a queen.
Troubled by the speed, she nonetheless contained her own concerns, and, as a proper daughter, offered her hand to the new queen. The new queen disdainfully stared at her hand, her face full of haughter, and told GothicalRose not to bother her with GothicalRose’s presence.
Shocked, GothicalRose looked at her father, who seemed to not notice the exchange. Later that week, GothicalRose chanced to overheard the new queen talking about moving on to a new place. “We will never be able to recover here. What a pity his daughter was such a disgrace,” came the condescending tone. A low, nasty chuckle followed this comment. Staying in the shadows, she saw her father hanging his head, like a whipped cur! The involuntary gasp from GothicalRose caused both of them to look at her hiding spot. They gazed into the murky shadows, seeing GothicalRose with ease, a stern look upon both their faces. The queen yelled obscenities at the teary eyed girl who broke off running into the night. Crying herself to sleep under a tattered tent at the edge of the camp, she dreamed...
She dreamed of a place..warm, loving..somewhere she belonged...only that somewhere out there she would find it, no one to judge her... live the way she wanted to live..She just did not want to hurt anymore.
GothicalRose woke up...peaked out the door of the tent to the world before her, and said, "Some day, somewhere I will find my home...
With that, she started her search, for a brand new home....
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