I'm that ethereal shadow you thought was once there, the ebon fur and lambent glow of burning red eyes. I'm the patter of claws in the dark and the silence that follows before I strike. I'm a riddle wrapped in an enigma that you'll never really see the real me. Lover, fighter, bitch,degenerate, penitent, saint, sinner, whore, virtuous. I'm everything you want to see in the mirror.

What more is there to say, I could write a book, or leave but a few simple words. Lovingly besotted to Cerberus as His hellkitten. My Love. My Life. My Breath. My Heart. My Fiancee. -glee-

Mercurial feline DJ of Heavensent `n Hellbound Radio. Marginally insane WebMistress. Even more the delusionally cracked Management.

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A Little Disclaimer For Those That Bother Reading Profiles

It's come to my attention I need to spell it out for the neurotic-impaired.

.::. Yes I'm a woman, yes I'm aware I have tits. No this is not an open invitation to talk about what you want to do to them or anything else on my body. It's a very simple guideline - I'm happily engaged to the Man of my life. I don't need the smut-slut fuckhole comments flooding my shoutbox. All similar notes send for friend requests will be denied. Persistence or general outright annoynaces that continue will be met with a rather large Fuck You do not pass go, find a tall bridge and a short length of rope. I'm a woman. Not a fucktoy. Not a Hole. Not a slut. And certainly not affordable to the likes of anyone on here thinking I'm gonna flash the girls or anything else. I like wit, tact and some sense of humour on the morbid scale, I don't need dogs needing to be neutered sniffing my ass. You got a mind, you have a story to tell or just plain human interaction and conversation on here, great. Chat it up mate. Kindly keep the offensive to a dull roar. You won't like what I will make you become if you offend me.