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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 20:07:45 GMT -5
"...Susurrus-endal Gaara." Obviously, this isn't his real name. He reaches out, katars withdrawn and reaches over to the big dragon. Then, without warning, he rips a scale off and dashes to a nearby tree, immediately scaling up it.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:59:11 GMT -5
The man walks over to him. "I have nothing against you, not any longer. You see, the hunger was driving me mad." hungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreeyhungreey.
The mask turns up towards the dragon. "That you do. Almost like my 'father'.."
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:47:40 GMT -5
((bu-ha-ha. XD feel free to join in again when you want.))
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:44:50 GMT -5
bin-go. you win the prize and the prize is life.
The man tilts his head to the side at an odd angle, his breathing through the mask very audible. Its steady rasping is the only sound as he watches the big dragon, or at least seems to. Clearly he is thinking, and thinking deeply.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:35:46 GMT -5
The man steps back from her body. "Do as you will." i won't stop you from doing as you so want to do go ahead.
"Heh. Then the last third should be obvious.. Maybe I'll tell you. More likely, I won't."
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:34:22 GMT -5
((XD thanks for being such a good sport about all of this, most people freak when I have my chars kill them.))
He pulls away from the now lifeless creature, letting her body fall to the ground. He watches for a moment, then draws the mask down again.
"So, dragon, you know what I am." can't save you couldn't save her won't help anyone. i am me and you are you wandering always wandering never finding rest i will hunt until winter dies.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:25:06 GMT -5
He screams, breaking free and chasing her, freezing her to the spot she stands. The ice is thick, and in a mere instand he is holding her neck again, not loosening the ice around her feet.
He releases his grip on her neck and takes her face in a hand, freezing her in place and reaches up. The blades withdraw into his hands and he pushes up the mask, revieling a handsome blue-skinned man. One of his eyes is dark brown and the other is a light milky blue. A scar runs over this blue eye, and he is obviously blind in that eye. "Forgive me" both of his voices say as he pulls his face towards her. Then he places his mouth over her own in a kiss that begins to suck the life out of her.
((eeeh she'll be easy to bring back, he didn't mess with her soul. -.-))
((wow I'm slow today. o.o; ))
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 19:04:37 GMT -5
The masked creature hesitates only for a moment as the dragon trips, but not for nearly long enough. He pulls his blades together as if sharpening them and steps forward, seemingly unaware of the icey ground, or not bothered by it. At all. Then he reaches out quickly and smoothly, barely nicking the creatures face before holding it in my arms and stroking her neck almost lovingly. What a spaz. o.o;
"But you are edible, my sweetling."
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 18:50:50 GMT -5
hunger! i hunger for all, it does not matter. cold is all that there is here all that lives. all else is lies, yes? all lies and deciet, nothing to live is nothing to lie so the world is better? The garbled speach carries with it a confusion so deep that it might stun the large dragon, if only for a second.
Then the figure leaps tremendously, landing in front of the silver creature, arms crossed in front of it. "Ah ah ah.. I found you, you're mine."
It is a man, or at least that's what it-he- looks like. A gasmask type of mask covers his face, the eyes covered and reveiling nothing. The blades which it once seemed he held are attached to his arms, shining brightly. He is wearing dark clothing with tarnished armour covering his heart. Though he looks like a fairly average person, he practically radiates evil and ill-intent.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 18:30:56 GMT -5
nononono. food, i hunger i am hungry. collld is nice. the voice comes from the figure, but he does not make any sounds audible to the silver figure. Not yet anyway. It sees the silver flash and leaps down, moving with an incredible speed towards it. There is a metallic sound and blades appear on the backs of its hands, flashing with a hunger for blood. "You!" A chilling, male voice rings through the air as the figure runs. Its every step causes the ground to freeze further. ((Leeeeelaaaaa. Death~!))
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 18:22:39 GMT -5
The one who had thrown the small, once-furry-now-dead animal pauses, staying very still. this is a fscking horsefly. no matter, none matters. There is a scuffling sound and a dark shape shifts on the tree, every once in a while metal catching the light and flashing almost angrily. Then a small face appears. Rather, a mask, because the figure's profile is hidden by a mask.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 18:15:24 GMT -5
Silence.
Even the sound of exploding trees has stopped, at least for now. oh my, oh my, seems i've caught a little fly. The sounds of footsteps are heard then, but soon they halt by a tree that was large enough to not be taken by the cold, at least not beyond the trunk.
A frozen squirrel flies through the air and towards whatever is still there. does it live? does it live?
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Post by Xenon on Apr 8, 2004 18:07:02 GMT -5
((Alrighty. Being as though I'm a good citizen, I'm plopping down a biig warning on this topic. Blood, death, violence, suspence, messed up masochists, and really sexy men in masks are to be found here. So please, if you're gonna read it, be MATURE kthx. =.= ))
"I bring my gift."
With the word's speaking, cold sets in over the mountain terrain, chilling the trees and animals. It moves silently like a white cloud, slowly spreading out and covering all in a layer of thin white crystals. The frost creeps along, up trees and deep into stones. Saplings almost instantly explode, their life force frozen and expanded to a deadly point. Shards of sap and wood thaw and then once again are coated. The cold creeps outward in its slow way until a 10-mile radius, or therabouts is covered.
All is painfully still then, and the voice that had spoken before falls totally silent.
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Post by Xenon on Nov 12, 2006 19:10:46 GMT -5
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Post by Xenon on Aug 15, 2006 11:42:39 GMT -5
"I hate walking through sand," the little Gryphon said in agreement. "It sticks in my claws and I always sink in it, no matter how lightly I step." It would make sense that she would be so light, as at one point she flew without magical talent, relying on a light but strong body, and likely, hollow and fragile bones. A second eyelid had slid across her sky-blue orbs, protecting them from the force of the wind and any bits of dust carried with it.
"What of your natural abilities? It is obvious you have some," she chuckled, obviously referring to his undulating flight. "In my land, almost all the creatures do.. Tsumes are so variable, but most Gryphons have at least some control over the weather." As his low voice carried well over the rush of wind, her own stuck a slightly higher pitch, finding his ear over the roar but still finding itself pleasant to the ear, not painfully squeaky.
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