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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 13:37:39 GMT -5
Tyr looked up and then leaned back in the stately chair. "Well I was expecting someone but it's always a pleasure to see you, Mistress."
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 13:48:03 GMT -5
She tucked her long raven hair behind her ear. "Aww, arn't you precious." She teased. "Ready for the time of your life?"
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 13:56:07 GMT -5
"If that's what you're promising me, milady, of course." Tyr raised from his chair and offered her his hand, "Shall we?"
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 13:59:10 GMT -5
She took it, with all the elegance of her cat heritage. "Lets."
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 14:09:23 GMT -5
"Any destination in mind?"
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 14:14:29 GMT -5
"Just one." And they didn't go far. Kip took him into a busy, football statium. She was starting light. The hatred between the fans, as they fought the grounds into chaos would be enough for Tyr to soak up.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 14:34:37 GMT -5
His eyes darkened as he breathed it in. "This is great-" He chuckled, "No guns, no swords but pure hatred."
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 14:42:49 GMT -5
Kip ducked as a glass bottle flew over her head, and she laughed gently.
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