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Post by Bails on Jun 27, 2009 17:22:55 GMT -5
He snorted, "And which master is that?"
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 27, 2009 17:28:21 GMT -5
"I serve the Prince of Darkness directly." She'd stepped close to him at this point, her fingers stroking aong his shirt collar, her breath eerie in the air.
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Post by Bails on Jun 27, 2009 17:29:26 GMT -5
Tyr caught her by the wrists and sobered. "No one serves the Master directly. We all fall under one of the thrones."
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 27, 2009 17:35:58 GMT -5
From her skin the dark tendrals wrapped around his fingers where he caught hold of her, seeking out his cares and desires, torturing them with merely a connection from his touch. "None of the throne weilders can control me." Her eyes were grey now, drained of colour.
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Post by Bails on Jun 27, 2009 17:38:12 GMT -5
Tyr pulled back, "I have no time for those with no alliances." To him, they were rogues, dangerous without discipline or thought.
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 27, 2009 17:41:47 GMT -5
"Your the one that tired to set a girl on fire, Snake."
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Post by Bails on Jun 27, 2009 17:44:10 GMT -5
"Its not Snake, it's Tyr." He turned and walked away.
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 27, 2009 17:48:16 GMT -5
She watched him for a moment, then got herself a drink, before joining him. "Why dont you like me?" She asked, completely innocent now, like a little girl.
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