With a yawn, Pride set down the crystle decanter she had been holding onto a small, intricately carved table, taking a rather tentative sip of the clear white wine she had just poured from it. Beautiful, a perfect beverage. Though she expected no less, not of wine from her stores, anyway.

Leaning gently against the table, wine glas.s in one hand, Pride glanced around the room she currently resided in. It was light, airey, consisting of creams and whites, and very, very spacious. The windows covered an entire wall, a couple of them standing open to allow a slight, warm breeze into the house, the scent of trees permeating the room. Just outside said windows,was a stunning view of a nearby lake, glinting serenely in the slanting rays of sun. The room itself was the sort of room you'd expect in a royal house. Well, what was Pride if she had nothing to revel in, nothing to compare?... Besides, all this finery and opulance always made her feel more secure. It was pretty clear, that Pride settled for little under perfect. Anything such usually made her snippy and short-tempered.

Setting down the half-empty glas.s next to the crystle decanter, Pride moved over to one of the huge windows, her gold-blonde hair waving slightly in the evident breeze and her feet making no sound on the deeply luxurious carpet as she walked. She paused only to lean gently against the window-frame, her eyes unseeing as she turned her face to the lake, set in the distance.

Exhaling through her nose, she turned, and headed back into the room and stopping to look at her own reflection in one of the ever-present mirrors. There was, at least, one mirror in every room of this huge house. After all, as well as keeping her surroundings to her standard, she had to do the same with her form. One would not be complete without the other.

Her violet eyes roamed her human body, from her gently waving hair to the smooth and unblemished texture of her ivory skin, noting with pleasure the curves and obvious slenderness. She smiled slightly in satisfaction. All seemed perfect. Looks like she didn't need to worry so much on that front, though she probably would, later... The mirrors were there purely for this reason. To check... Though she often did stare at herself. Well, why not?... She certainly had nothing to hide, and she wasn't really all that unpleasant to look at, either.

Pride had been on the verge of turning to view another angle of her form when she heard that calling. She paused mid-twirl, arms slightly raised and her eyes momentarily unfocused. Wrath. She could never mistake that voice. Dropping her arms, she glanced off towards the window, then sighed. Great. What now?... Moving gracefully, very much on purpose, the tall blonde made her way to the balcony outside her open windows, looking skyward as she deciphered the location of Wrath.

It didn't take long, and with another irritated sigh, Pride cast herself off the balcony, taking the form of, believably enough, a swan. Such graceful and beautiful birds they were. Suitably so, in Pride's opinion, for her travelling form. She hated travelling as a human, the whole process usually resulted in her ruining her image in some way, and she hated doing that.

Flying far faster than the average swan, thanks to the nature of what she was, her direction was resoloutely set towards Wrath's calling. She sincerely hoped he had a good reason for this... She hated being disturbed when in the middle of as.sessing the quality of her human form and surroundings. Ah well... With any luck, this meeting wouldn't take too long... She'd be back in front of her mirror before she knew it.

“It means not making it a priority to do what we should, or change what we should in ourselves. Some people might call it apathy, which means a lack of feeling. Most people think of sloth as laziness, not doing much of anything, but just sitting around doing nothing. Many people stay busy most of the time but don't do the things they should, putting them off for later. It is spiritual and you should…” She trailed off, having her own conversation with herself, wondering why she was even taking the time. Who was wasting her time now, that ridiculous chant she hated. “No…” She hissed as she plopped herself down on the couch that filled the rather empty, boring room. There was nothing special, no zing, nothing to perk her interest. It wasn’t a strange sight for her; she didn’t enjoy setting up her house to make things look better when she knew it would just get all messy again. But now, it was blank a plain, leaving nothing to make it messy.

Her elbows were pressed against her rather gaunt hollow thighs, from obviously not moving much, giving her absolutely no muscles, nothing toned, just a sick hollow appeal, which truly wasn’t an appeal. She had long silvery blond hair, usually unkempt, hanging at least to the middle of her back, straight, but slightly tangled, not willing to fix it, but it wasn’t quite enough for a disgusting ratty mess. At the moment, it was curled up into a thick bun, strands hanging out everywhere. Sloth rolled her gray blue eyes, nothing very appealing about the boring glob around the thick black pupil. She let out a sigh. Sloth is the desire for ease, even at the expense of doing the known will of God. Whatever we do in life requires effort. Everything we do is to be a means of salvation. The slothful person is unwilling to do what God wants because of the effort it takes to do it. Sloth becomes a sin when it slows down and even brings to a halt the energy we must expend in using the means to salvation. I hope you like being thrown in a pit of snakes. She thought as she pushed herself up from the couch, her eyes rolling once again. “If a man is lazy, the rafters sag; if his hands are idle, the house leaks. It is time not to be lazy, my dear.” She murmured to herself slowly, the light blue material around her body was slightly loose, not quite fitting her form correctly, like she cared much anyway, since she was pushed on the couch.

She continued to sit on the couch, practically lounging back into the soft cushions that enveloped her. “I truly do not want to.” She said as she told her mind to get up. Did that happen? No. No, of course not, she only continued to sit there, her arms limp at her sides, legs feeling like jello, a bland elastic stretch of her gaunt skin. Her skin was pale, along with everything else, pale hair, pale eyes, pale, pale, pale. She knew why, she didn’t do anything, and that meant not going outside, locking herself up inside, reaching no light except the small bulbs in the ceiling. She let out a sigh, glancing down at her legs, trying to move them, but nothing happened. She just stared, every inch of her body still and limp. Her shoulders weren’t tense, nor were any other muscles, fully relaxed, though obviously irritated by herself, then putting her frustration on Wrath. “No. No, don’t blame it on him. Get up, you are so lazy.” She spit, constantly speaking with herself, since she did that a lot. She didn’t go out much, actually, not at all, and that left just her to talk to.

She moved towards the door, knowing she would stop and force herself to spit out a few words in order to pop up next to Wrath in New York, her mind already idling settling on the thought.

Sloth didn’t even bother to part her lips, but only clearly state a few summoning in her mind, though it took several times, for she had not finished it in awhile, having never thought of it since the last time. Though, after the fifth try, and what would have been her last, a strange sensation flooded her body. It was one of mixed delight, hatred, flight, and speed. She hated it. It made her stomach lurch, making her bite down on her lip gently, her eyes shut tight. That was when she felt the thud of her feet on the ground, and when she let her eyes flutter open, they were fixed easily on Wrath. “What is it now, I was enjoying lecturing myself. I came all the way here, and still no one else has made it? I suppose I should have taken a bit more time.” Her pale lips curved up into a wry smile, curved symmetrically on each side. She had already had enough, the effort of her moving from the couch to the door, then flowing through whatever warp was made had her exhausted, not just her body, but her mind, though she kept the sly smile held upon her lips, though her eyes narrowed slightly, obviously irritated.

 [k so playing a charrie like lust is freaking hard to toe the PG line x_x]

To know Lust is to taste her, just once.
Lust smells of lover's sweat and sweet summer wine.
Of hidden tryst and panting adultery.
She moves in a slow sashay that sends shivers down the spine, pooling white-hot heat into the deepest pit of your stomach. When she sighs, every hair stirs to life on your neck... every breath becomes a struggle as your tongue thickens and chokes you with need.

The buxom creature stretched languidly on the plush leather couch alongside the Las Vegas club's wall. Her fingertips stroked the leather beneath her, making idle come-hither motions. Lust was all long, luscious red hair and sultry, generous curves, with rich green eyes and lips that begged the unwary to drown in their honeyed nectar. She occasionally arched in a way that made an unconscious hush fall over the crowd - her mere presence was enough to raise the temperature of the room by a few degrees. Eyes strayed and danced over her luxurious red silk-and-lace clad body, all inviting curves and maddeningly secret hollows.  

Lust observed the humans on the dance floor before her with one delicate eyebrow arched, full lips quirked in amusement at how easily these creatures gave into her will... she hadn't even needed to exert herself this time. The dancers on the floor were moving together with almost ferocious need.. hands mimicking possessive claws in the heavy dark and teeth giving knife-glint smiles filled with even darker promises. Weapons, discarded, littered the floor. A few of the patrons bled out on the floor, Lust having arrived too late to avert their fates. When she'd entered, they'd been fighting over whatever it is that those silly humans were always fighting over - dirt, material wealth, probably religion too. It had only taken a small push to avert their attention from Wrath's cruel game, to hers. In Lust's opinion, hers was more fun anyway.
Unbeknownst to the crowd, Lust was feeding upon the sinful energy exerted by the humans, her eyes half-lidded and her lips seeming to grow plumper by the moment. The crowd of people writhed together frantically, driven by the unquenchable, the unspeakable...

And suddenly, rudely, Wrath's summoning call.
Amber eyes snapped open, narrowed in annoyance at the interruption. Of course it would be Wrath, so quick to be roused by the smallest altercation, the smallest flicker of change. In her opinion, he could use some release of all that pent up energy. She had offered, of course...
Her heart-shaped face tilted upwards, flawless creamy skin reflecting what little light could be had, and she let out a low growl in the back of her throat. Ugh. If she didn't get moving, the impatient Wrath would be grumpy... grumpier, anyway. The only time she'd seen him smile was with rage. No, he was nothing like simpering, suave Greed... mmm, she liked Greed. What he did to silly humans made her job a thousand times easier.

She slid off the couch with a movement that was almost a flowing slither, in homage to the First's serpentine glory, perhaps. Lust began a slow sashay, gliding over discarded weapons and twitching bodies as if she were floating. Most of the crowd parted willingly for her, almost subconsciously knowing that it was safer not to be touched by Sin itself. A mere brush past a human and his or her eyes would widen, their body would shudder in a paroxysm of lust. One stupid human began to babble as he stumbled towards her -- her eyes fixed upon him, one delicately boned hand reaching to stroke his chest... and he was hers forever, because she chose it. He dropped to his knees, weeping and snivelling with joy, a spreading stain on his trousers. She never missed a step. His mind would soon be gone, swept away by being touched and then abandoned by the purest taste of sin a mortal could experience. She knew that once she left, the hold she had over this club would end and they'd pick up their weapons again... the babbling shell of a creature that she had left behind would be quickly put out of his misery. She glanced over her shoulder before exiting the club, where the furious dancing was slowly turning more violent.

Lust's slim shoulders gave a shrug, and her full lips quirked into a rueful smile. Ah, well. Couldn't save them all.

Taking a deep breath of the night air, crisp with gunfire, Lust began her journey.
In her opinion, Sin city would have been a far better meeting place. Ah, well. Wrath was never the sentimental one. He probably would have called her an idiot for even suggesting such a cliche place to meet.

It took only a moment to arrive among her peers, and when she arrived she had the smug look of a well-fed cat on her delicate features. Smiling and satisfied at what she'd drained from the club, Lust delighted in the pull and play of her glorious muscles.  Half-lidded amber eyes drifted over Wrath and the accompanied sins, who all seemed to be present, even down to Sloth. It must be important, then. Lust gave a lascivious wink to Greed, genuinely pleased to see him, at least, before turning her attention to Wrath and purring a greeting. "Oh, I thought you'd only called me," she remarked with a bit of a pout, all silk in and out. "I'd thought that perhaps you'd decided to take up my offer... We both know you need the distraction."

To know Lust is to taste her, just once...
And willingly lose every fibre of your being to her Siren's call.

Wrath, before the others had arrived, had been slaying the most sinful of humans who decided to endulge in the depths of his depravity, the ones who chose to attack wrath itself, swinging with various weapons and tactics, varying from fists to pick-axes, from knives to chainsaws, not lasting long of course. "Idiot Humans." The words seemed to carry for an impossibly long time, his voice deep, burly, grainy and yet smooth, perfect for that of himself... anger being his source for food, life itself.

He had been pacing, his arms shapeshifting every now and then, more through boredomd than anything, the constant chant quickly becoming depressingly repetetive. "I really don't get to use some of these forms often enough."  His eyes lit up as he saw a new form, his arm took the form of a huge blade, sharper than any he had ever seen, he decided to keep the form for a while.

As Lust seemed to float over to him, her form as well curved and tempting as ever, it was only the fact he was pure anger that stopped him from giving into the ever-lasting temptation,  "I'd thought that perhaps you'd decided to take up my offer... We both know you need the distraction." Wrath chuckled slightly, the closest he ever got to a laugh or a chortle, "We do know that, but for the time being we have a problem, if we don't manage to calm the humans down permenantly - which would involve finding what started this - then they will destroy all of the human race and we will all die along with it."

Wrath looked her up and down, "And you never know, I may take that offer if we manage to find peace in this damned planet."  He felt the anger rising again, his ever-lasting rage always causing him to feel rage towards everything, eneryone, always. He got a grip on the anger, before removing his helmet with the hand he ahdn't turned into a blade, placing it on the ground, "I leave a piece of me here as a sign i am sealed with this journey until we succeed, I don't expect you all to come, although if you did it would be brilliant, I'm sure we'll run into the virtues somewhere down the way... but, if you are with me, leave something here, it will mark the beginning of our quest."

Wrath had never been particularly good at invigorationg speeches, mroe infuriating ones, but that isn't what he needed at the moment, he currently needed cooperation from the only six other he respected on the green and blue globe the humans called the earth. 

Envy stood from a distance. She had lisent and witnessed all of that. So...the humans are in need of a little saving? HA! Not again... She thought, no surprize there. Envy was always up for a good battle as she was always full of anger and liked to take it out on people that diserved it. But something was holding her back from following Greed to the pile of 'Stuff'. She gave in to whatever it was that was keeping her back and slowly made her way to the Items.

Envy chucked a small Green Flower into the pile. Its petals flowed with Magic she had collected from the forest. May it bring us Luck.Envy retreated to where she were standing while the speech was taking place. This will be fun.

(Sorry for the little post, i deleted most of what i wrote and i cant remember what i typed sorry!!)

Gluttony had sat on the ground and started to devour the humans that had confronted and died at the hands of wrath. There where so many of them, she drooled with shifty eyes. A scavenger protecting their meal. Gluttony, with a swift movement, she tore the nearest human in half. Listening to Wrath, she took several large bites, revealing how dis-formed she could become when eating large objects. After finishing , she licked the blood from her hands.

The chains around her neck rattled as she stood up. “Will i be able to eat anyone?” She asked, rather child like . Gluttony’s eyes widened and made a whimpering as she dropped the remaining half of the human by Wraths helmet. Gluttony licked her lips and drooled as the bloody bones landed onto the ground. She shoved her fist in her mouth and started chewing at her knuckles as she stepped over the collection of items to stand by the other sin’s , ignoring the blood that now rolled her fore-arm. This was the first time she left a meal unfinished, and That particular human did taste particularly exceptional.