by Azathoth » Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:43 pm
*Cyleena looks around with interest, her stance and mannerisms suddenly more femenine and catlike. She looks tense, but happy. As if she is always ready to either pounce into a sudden whirl of clawed death, or a hug.*
"Nya... should I go get changed? I am ready to serve mew, if mistress Nova wants it."
*she runs up and perches on a nearby chair. Looking at Nova curiously, her head slightly to one side, she waits for an answer.*
((*Cries quietly for the death of good heroes*))
((^_^))
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil...prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...