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Post by Wyvern on Jan 23, 2010 15:47:11 GMT -5
"I don't care," hissed Cydiion; his hand flattened, ever so suddenly, against the grass, mouth evening out into a snarling line. "Show me where he is and I'll show him the terror which he has wrought upon Frost. He will taste his own blood." His eyes narrowed. A chill ran down the wolf's spine.
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Post by ♫Cheshire Cat♫ on Jan 24, 2010 13:17:19 GMT -5
Kuroda didn't answer at all. She seemed dazed and confused for a moment, she wobbled to her knees. Suddenly she fell forward, shivering and shaking. Cale laughed, she'll be out for a while if not dead by tonight. Just mess with a few vital organs and there out, humans were weak and soft but still they had bodies and forms. Looking at the girl he chuckled softly thinking this game was going to be fun.
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Post by Wyvern on Jan 24, 2010 16:58:01 GMT -5
It was at once that he rose to his feet; the blade, ever glimmering with the magic that surrounded it, was drawn all too quickly from its sheath, his very eyes blazing with anger very much like a thunderstorm.
"Come out! Come out now, before I kill her, and you with her!"
Tana's eyes widened; it was most obvious, at that point, what he had said was truthful, and it sent a chill down her spine. Any hope for him flew; it was obvious that he had gone berserk, and there was little to stop him.
"Come out now! Do you really want to taste your own filthy blood?!"
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