Angelfire Drace de Enslay
Call it cocky, call it snobby, I call it flair.... With style... it's yours truly....
Make my night bleed... make my eyes see....
What have my fate, I stand ready....
Unlife ... passion undying...
Dreams echo of our greater nightmare....
Angelfire Drace@aol.com
The night sky silently soothes above... You watch it silently and turn your attention towards the mansion ahead. The grass have been casually prewned and the smell of dew is evident. You inhale gently enjoying the pleasures that your unlife have denied. You brush your fangs silently and smiles. You step and open the gate. It quietly slides without a squeak and you walk in. A lane spirals ahead guiding you towards the mansion. Surveying the area, you notice several exotic flowers decorate the terrace, their aroma drifting through the lithe of nature. Enjoying the sight, you climb the steps and ring the bell. It echos through the mansion and an elegant ghoul answers the door. her sparkling eyes dreams of an unlife which offers pleasures beyond mortal limits "Welcome to Terrace en Enslay," she smiles. "Drace is expecting company as he always receives. Please enjoy your visit." (All right, I'm not too great with html & all that stuff, so if you can figure out how to put the next link on here, tell me please. Without further adieu, here's the link to my next thingy: www.angelfire.com/ny2/draceenslay/angel.html)