Her Plagues Will Come All at Once
Perched upon the back of a seven-headed Beast, a woman dressed in fine red and purple silk watches with hollow, black sockets. The reason for that being is, above her pale breasts and long, elegant neck, is a face that is nothing but a grinning skull. Despite the lack of emotional expression, she appears to be observing with an air of haughty amusement.
"My dear ones! I have ruled over cities, watched civilizations crumble under their own sin. I have sat in places of power in every nation on Earth. I have seduced and made bedfellows of kings, lords, priests, politicians, captains, tyrants and presidents. And even now, in the eve of a world's destruction, I have emerged victorious and set my eyes to new conquests in far greater worlds."
She holds aloft her golden chalice, tendrils of colored fumes wafting up from its unseen contents.
"Who will drink with me in a toast to the times yet to come? For tomorrow belongs to those such as we!"
((Even if you don't drink from it, the fumes from her cup will inflict 24 hours of drunkeness upon your pup. Make clear OOCly if you're replying but don't want that to take effect.
If you do drink from it, you mad thing, you, you're in for a wild ride. The effect is 24 hours of wreckless abandon and sin. Violence and substance abuse and sex, oh my! Whatever captures the fancy of your mindscrewed pup. And once the time is up? Your pup won't remember anything they did while under her influence. And also have an evil skullbuster of a demonic hangover. Drink responsibly, kids!))
((Lo! I return! Let the games continue!))
"My dear ones! I have ruled over cities, watched civilizations crumble under their own sin. I have sat in places of power in every nation on Earth. I have seduced and made bedfellows of kings, lords, priests, politicians, captains, tyrants and presidents. And even now, in the eve of a world's destruction, I have emerged victorious and set my eyes to new conquests in far greater worlds."
She holds aloft her golden chalice, tendrils of colored fumes wafting up from its unseen contents.
"Who will drink with me in a toast to the times yet to come? For tomorrow belongs to those such as we!"
((Even if you don't drink from it, the fumes from her cup will inflict 24 hours of drunkeness upon your pup. Make clear OOCly if you're replying but don't want that to take effect.
If you do drink from it, you mad thing, you, you're in for a wild ride. The effect is 24 hours of wreckless abandon and sin. Violence and substance abuse and sex, oh my! Whatever captures the fancy of your mindscrewed pup. And once the time is up? Your pup won't remember anything they did while under her influence. And also have an evil skullbuster of a demonic hangover. Drink responsibly, kids!))
((Lo! I return! Let the games continue!))