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Dear Ryan,

Remember when you scolded me for not really writing an entry but stealing lyrics? I don’t consider it stealing really, I think of it as giving you a magical gift, because lyrics can be magic. Even so, I’ll give you two versions of my princess. One dark and one light. We’ll start with the lyrics version so you can maybe end on somewhat of a happy note. ;)

Dark Princess

I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are
But you better choose carefully
‘Cause I, I’m capable of anything
Of anything and everything

Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy

So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know what you’re falling for
Baby do you dare to do this?
Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, perfect storm
Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine
There’s no going back

Princess of the Light

I walked into the place where the throne I wanted to steal for the shot was, and noticed there was an avatar who resembled Hellboy, sitting beside where I wanted to be in the other adult version of the throne. I thought little about it, as I set up my shot.

Hellboy: Growls at catching a scent of the woman beside him testing the chair, carefully looks at her and feels his eyes hurt from the whiteness.

Oona Nostra: I have the protection of the gods on me, Beast, try not to look too long.

Hellboy: Snarls at the mention of gods. Foul creatures that play games with souls as wagers. Steps back from the brightness.

Oona Nostra: Be gone, foul thing.

Oona Nostra: I release you from my presence.

Hellboy: Laughs coarsely, a release is not given, it is taken.

Oona Nostra: I’ve already imprisoned your eyes, once… shall we make it twice? ;)
Oona Nostra: Tries to tempt you to the undark side. :P

Hellboy: Growls pointing to his profile, born from the dark side.

Oona Nostra: haha, but we have the best cupcakes evaaaar here ;)

Hellboy: Licks at his fangs unconsciously thinking about cupcake icing on them, much prefers the taste of warm blood…

Oona Nostra: but they might be warm blood cupcakes
Oona Nostra: who knows, maybe i’m a dark witch who likes to wear white

Hellboy: Curls his lips over his fangs in an otherwise hideous smile. Volunteers to shop for the ingredients for blood cupcakes.

Oona Nostra: hahaha… i will let you know Beast, if i ever run out of those willing to give their blood to me…
Oona Nostra: willingly

Hellboy: Smiles at the thought of an unholy alliance
Hellboy: Perhaps we can pursue this further

Oona Nostra: Oona Nostra smiles.
Oona Nostra: Or perhaps, my witchcraft only wants you to go to the light.
Oona Nostra: Think it over beast. We have such fun here.

Hellboy: Looks wearily at the woman wondering if she realizes that the world he is from works far differently and magic has highly unexpected results on his kind.
Hellboy: Wonders if she has contemplated the fun of his world.

Oona Nostra: Oona Nostra smiles. Oh you have no idea beast, what I have seen and done in your world.
Oona Nostra: And what things I have yet to do….

Hellboy: Growls deeply in his throat in anticipation

Oona Nostra: But fear not, the sear of pain that the light evokes is temporary and with time it will show you how truly great it is… to leave the place that is filled with pitch and sadness.

Hellboy: Curls his lips into another smile, imaging his claws digging into her flesh as she is pulled into the abyss of darkness and realizes it is not full of sadness but of passion and life.

Oona Nostra: Your imagination is all you have until your flesh is cleansed, Beast. Oona Nostra smiles.

Hellboy: Pictures in his mind as the white robes burn of her body leaving the flesh hot and exposed, the righteousness of her ego cleansed leaving only the base desires of life that are foolishly called the 7 sins in parts of this world.

Oona Nostra: Oona Nostra laughs.
Oona Nostra: Your imagination will keep you warm at night Beast, at least you have that.

Hellboy: An imagination unrestrained from the restrictions of those gods and their rules.

Oona Nostra: The light from my gods, cannot be removed. And once the mind is cleansed with light, the most delicious things can occur. Oona Nostra smiles. Things you could not begin to imagine, Beast.

Hellboy: Snarls remembering the time before he was a beast and the “delights” those gods gave him. Prefers his new world empty of such creatures, able to take his own delicious things, including the occasional cupcake with icing that sticks to his fangs and has to be licked off with utmost difficulty.

Oona Nostra: Such a naughty Beast, attempting to play with white fire.

So you see Ryan. The writer who doesn’t like to write, made an effort. Which do you prefer? :P

xo Oona

Lyrics from Katy Perry’s Dark Horse.

Taken at Death Row Island - DRD mainstore & meshES , Death Row (87, 184, 80)

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Taken on: April 17, 2015

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