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Myrnda



Myrnda
House Of The Dragon (Coven)

Status:  Transgressor (54.35)
Rank:  Member
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Affiliation:  House Of The Dragon (Coven)
Mentorship Pupil of Daughters Of Odin.
Account Type:  Regular
Referred By:  xXWickedTemptationsXx
Gender:  Female
Birthdate:  Hidden
Age:  Hidden
Location: 

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I do not love you softly. I love you like a force that remembers its strength. Like a promise that refuses to break.


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I am a digital graphics creator, manipulator, and designer .
a weaver of pixels and shadows. My work lives where beauty meets darkness, where roses bloom beside skulls, and light glows through ash.
I shape images into sigils, banners, and frames that speak in ritual tones each piece a reflection of emotion, myth, and power.

I create not just visuals, but atmospheres haunted, romantic, and alive. Every design I touch carries a pulse: the shimmer of wine red light, the whisper of thorns, the echo of something ancient reborn in digital form.

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You stand in that narrow place
between silence and the strike,
where your pulse becomes a warning
and your breath turns sharp as glass.

There’s a creature in your ribs
pacing, pacing, pacing —
a demon with your voice in its teeth,
ready to lunge at the slightest bruise.

But you hold it by the jaw,
not to cage it
but to keep it from tearing
what you still want to love.

And in that trembling pause
before the words would break the room,
you feel the truth beneath the fury:
anger is just the body’s way
of saying “don’t leave me alone in this.”

So you stand there,
moonlit and shaking,
a storm learning how to speak
without destroying the shore.

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My Coven
House Of The Dragon (Coven)


My Mentorship

Daughters Of Odin



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In the velvet shroud of midnight's eternal kiss,
Where moonlight bleeds upon the ancient stone,
I haunt the hollows of your fragile bliss,
A shadow born of flesh and fractured bone.

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I am a dark, alluring shadow that draws you in with a velvet whisper and a crimson smile. Seductive by nature, I thrive in the spaces between pleasure and pain, where the line blurs and the thrill becomes intoxicating.

Vampiric at heart, I crave the intimate exchange of power, the taste of surrender, Nothing is too dark if it’s done with intensity, consent, and connection..

I seek those who are brave enough to step into my lair.
Approach with courage… and perhaps a little fear.

It makes the blood run sweeter.

I have a very dark and morbid sense of humor , that has sexual overtones . That does not mean I am interested in you , don't make me hurt your feelings !

I am a highly developed immense terrestrial practicality of the human form, one that is a traveller between realms, a vessel of continual conscious reincarnation, and that of many names.

Translation:
If you wanna know me better, just ask me questions.
Those who think they know me, really don't,
those that don't know me, really shouldn't.
And those that do know me, well then they are truly kindred spirits..

Other Interests :
Writing , Quantum Physics , Quantum Mechanics, Cybernetic Metaphysics , Vampires: Myth, Legend and Lore , Werewolves & Lycanthropy: Lore And Myth , Witchcraft , Demonology**

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“When Night Mothers Breathe”

Night folds open like a velvet wound,
and from its edges,
two shadows rise.

Nyx moves first —
a hush in the bones of the world,
the silver pulse beneath every star.
Her darkness is ancient,
older than memory,
older than the first trembling spark
that dared to call itself light.

Lilith follows —
a whisper sharpened into a blade,
the first rebellion given flesh.
Her beauty is a warning,
her freedom a curse to tyrants,
her hunger a hymn sung
in the language of fire and refusal.

Together they walk the sky,
barefoot on the trembling spine of midnight,
their silhouettes stitched
into the fabric of eternity.

Where Nyx passes,
dreams kneel.
Where Lilith passes,
desire awakens with fangs.

And when they breathe in unison,
the world forgets its name —
for the night becomes a cathedral,
the dark becomes a crown,
and every mortal heart
beats like a frightened offering
in their hands.

They are the mothers of silence,
the architects of shadow,
the everlasting pulse
beneath every haunted hour.

And if you listen closely,
you can hear them still —
Nyx, the infinite veil,
Lilith, the untamed flame —
whispering to each other
as they remake the night
again and again
without end.




Member Since: Jan 29, 2026
Last Login: Jun 14, 2026
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VoidinTime
VoidinTime
05:00
Jun 14, 2026

10 foryou you are so sweet

Adain
Adain
10:01
Jun 12, 2026

Your words below, I bring to show you them resting in my heart x





🌹*12







You’re mine—there is no release.



You breathe, I feel.



You cry, I bleed.



You are the sin I will never forsake.







You’re not just fire.



You’re the shrine.



You’re not just wanted—



you’re mine

RosaBelleMaundrell
RosaBelleMaundrell
03:01
Jun 12, 2026

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