Get to know the deadliest and sexiest queen you will ever meet...
My Name is Queen Lynara, Daughter of Valycia, but here in the Big Easy, I am Lyndsay Valycian, Lyndsay, or if I plan to tolerate you, Lyn will do just fine. I am a Grecian Werecat, strike that, I am THE Werecat. My Birthday is when I feel like Presents. That said, religion is pretty much moot, when you know the things I do, and know most languages ever spoken, or thought. Yeah so, I guess you could say I’ve been around a while, how long might you ask? I'm Hot so why do you care.
My boytoy would say I am delightfully single, but don’t tell my girlfriend. I'm 5’6 ish, but that depends on if you catch me with or without my fuck me pumps on. If you ask about my weight, I’ll wonder if you are implying something. So if you would like your innards to not become outtards I suggest you keep it to your self. I do love eviscerations about as much as sex and candy. I will admit that my build is Goddess Perfect. My eyes are Iridescent Violet, my natural hair color is bald, wait you meant my head, oopsies. I have my tramp stamp, and am probably the reason it’s called that in the first place.
With all this perfection I will admit to a few vices, I smoke only the finest cigars, hand rolled by well paid little Havana boys and I’ve gone through three bottles of single malt scotch just writing this quip. I am allergic sadly, to gold. But it’s okay, cuz I have platinum. I have some loves; Sex, alcohol, spending other people’s money, Godiva, sappy old movies cuz remakes suck. Eviscerations as I have said, crucifixions, stuff that sparkles and gleans. I don’t like, spending MY money, why? Cuz it’s mine, and with the company I keep I shouldn’t have to. So what if I own my own island? I'm not parting with it if I can avoid it. The possessions most precious to me are my circlets, armbands, mother’s bracelet and of course my crown. Cuz how many people get to say they have crown jewels they didn’t hafta steal.
I'm not big on unwilling Virgins, promise rings are so cute, gag; sorry I may have thrown up a bit in my mouth there. I have no use for Katrina, the lord of the manors sire; she is an uppity Slav with a penchant for catholic priests. Computers and I don’t get along, so I am not allowed near them, apparently they can be rather expensive to fix or replace. I am however allowed to update my mp3 player with supervision, I fill it up with whatever I can fight or fuck to. Have I mentioned I have an insationable taste? If it fits in my mouth I will swallow it, about the only thing I won’t eat are rocks, sticks and twigs, but if you find yourself in the woods long enough you can make a decent broth outta birch tree bark and a few bits of green moss. That’s good info there so don’t forget it.
What else could I possibly say here? Hmm, lemme think, my favorite color is blood red, you know when it’s fresh like a new penny, not when it’s coagulated, cuz then its brown. But that isn’t so bad cuz then it makes me think of chocolate. YUMM!