Panting, she lay across the altar, blood-sweat and thicker things drying on her body in the soft breeze and the heat from the bonfire. Staring a tthe full moon, she saw it spin and waver in her vision, reminding her to heal the bleeding wounds all over her body. Healing made her a bit weaker as she lay there, staring at the moon and letting her ( Read more... )

She sat in the arm chair before the fireplace, staring deep into the flames, pondering. Sorcha approached her, resting her head in the woman's lap. Absently, the woman reached out and strokes the tiger's head, hearing the deepening rumble of the cat's purr rising in her pleasure. She consodered the events of the past weekend as well as the post ( Read more... )

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Your results:
You are Poison Ivy
Poison Ivy
65%
Mystique
61%
Mr. Freeze
61%
Dr. Doom
55%
Magneto
54%
Apocalypse
54%
The Joker
50%
Juggernaut
45%
Dark Phoenix
45%
Riddler
43%
Catwoman
42%
Lex Luthor
39%
Kingpin
36%
Venom
34%
Green Goblin
33%
Two-Face
21%

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Sitting back in her chair, she slowly surveyed the mess left behind.... the shattered patio door, it's glass scattered across the patio like diamonds twinking in the moonlight... the battered down front door... the still cowering little animals and the still pacing Jeffrey. She watched as Shaun and Johnny brought the plywood in from the back ( Read more... )

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In the Hidden Chamber, she prepared herself... steam from the scented bath still floated through the air casting the scents of the purifying oils throught the room. Moving to the Inner Altar, she lit the candles then the bundle. As the bundle began to smolder, she ran the comb, conserated for just this purpose, through the patially wet strands of ( Read more... )

Gently, she soothed the hawk before removing the silver cylinder from it's leg. The poor thing... so agitated and frightened. Setting the cylinder on the desk, she gently petted the hawk... stroking her, soothing her... slowly, the hawk settled down, leaning into the stoking hand of the woman... this woman, this thing, that she should not trust, ( Read more... )