Decora Goddess Of Ice
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Post: 54201333_2746 created on Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:48 amPosted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:48 am
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![]() Charles, King of the Underworld Charles nodded, his eyes almost becoming blurry with tears that he had not once shed for anyone but his wife. He inhaled deeply before he opened his eyes. "Yes, she is missed dearly. I only wish I had found a way to get Annabella to meet her now. Unfortunately, she seems to be the only exception to the Room of Souls." He sighed, looking to the left so as to avoid everyone's curious eyes. "I always knew Stella meant a lot to you. I still think it would be a good idea for Clay to meet her... however, it is up to you." He paused, and then he added, "Clay is a good boy. Even if you have destroyed his soul, I don't think all of it is gone. Or at least, I hope so." I will rule with a firm, yet gentle, hand. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- |
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Nixie walked through the streets of Paris with no particular goal in mind. Actually, she was hoping that she'd run into someone familiar, though that was unlikely. Her memory had been stubbornly refusing to divulge her origins to her for over 1500 years, she doubted it would be coerced by simply a familiar face. She was bored and annoyed. She didn't even like France! but she'd had to head south after England went the way of Atlantis, and France just happened to be in the way. She could've just sped through it, but she really had no destination either. But she did adore chocolate. She dived into a store buying several bars of chocolate. She quickly ate one, putting the others in her bag for later. She detected a handful of very powerful energy signatures, and wondered what the convention was for.


