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- Posted: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 19:13:35 +0000
❝And the feeling of thunder
Storming from my hunger
And I’m travelling higher
Should we wake up the fire?❞
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX~ let's have some fun
Sammuel streched and yawned. The bed he had been laying in was utterly soft and warm. Sure, he could sleep anywhere, from a couch to litter on the floor to stoneground. But a comfortable bed was the best thing ever in his opinion. The last time he had slept in the human world was on a block of ice at the northpole. But the last time he had slept well in a human bed was when he'd been summoned by the prince of some small arabian country. His palace had been incredibly huge, all made of gold and gem stones and thousands of servants were secretly running it all. Sammuel had enjoyed that for a while, especially as the prince was craving for adventures and so he had fullfilled his wishes. Until Sammuel got bored and sadly needed to get rid of the young men. It actually was an act of friendship as the grand vizier wanted to cruely and very painful kill the prince. With Sammuel it was easier.I think his kingdom then was taken over by the neighbour country, who burned it down to it's roots. That must have been a magnificant sight., Sam thought with a slight sigh and randomly opend one of the two doors that the room had. Infront of his eyes a large bathroom streched open, the tiles all turqoise and blue, and a perfect sized bathing tube in the middle of it all. Sammuel grinned.
After he had taken a relaxing bath he walked back to the other room, picking up his old clothes again and slipping into them. Yes, they were torn, ripped off and old and there was a huge closet full of new stuff - he had curiously looked inside - but he would not do without. It were his clothes, it was his stuff and if anybody would ever try to take them without allowance, he would rip that persons head off. No exeption.
Sammuel now got out of the second door and followed the stairs downwards. An open gate led into some sort of living room, where Sammuel spotet all those nice people from the other day again. The girls, the demons, all sitting there in harmony. It was completly diffrent than when they had fought after the summoning, but Sammuel still recieved unwell vibrations from some of them. He leaned against the doorframe.
"Heyho, happy friends." he shouted sarcastically to break the tension. Then he lifted himself up from the leaning position again and stroled over to his blonde summoner who was looking at him, her eyes not pleased with his presence at all. He smiled and sat down directly to her opposite, so he would face her. He threw his legs over the side of the chair and hang in the seat very loosley. But he didn't said anything. He just ignored her disliking looks she threw over at him and closed his eyes, starting to hum a little neat melody that just came to his mind randomly.