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 Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:07 am
This is a private roleplay between Darian [Marzipanz] and Bloody Mary Milly Spector [Bardess Ookami] 
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:15 am
With nostrils flared and teeth bared at their boldest the stallion was prowling closer to his unsuspecting prey. That distinct and delicious scent of goat was lingering in the air. That couldn't have been enough to drawl Darian in from such a distance but what made this a special case was the injury this little morsel was sporting. Perhaps it fell? Perhaps it banged itself up while falling off a cliff. These little mammals were such little dare devils when they wanted to be and this one in particular seemed to be terribly unlucky. It wouldn't be long now. He was a few yards off and the ditsy little thing was still completely unaware of his presence. It was far to wrapped up in itself and the pain it was suffering from. Just a few more feet and Darian could pounce and claim his meal. Oh how he was dying to sink his pointed teeth deep into that goaty flesh and thrash him around like a ragdoll. It wouldn't be long now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:27 am
The great thing about hunters was that they could be so focused that it was easy for even a mortal to slip up behind them. Mary, of course, was no mere mortal. She was a Goddess. The Dark Goddess. She presided over those who were strong enough to shed death themselves, as she had. Only once had she found another God strong enough to be her equal. He came and went from her life from time to time, but never stayed long. That was fine, Hyde had his work to do, his children to tend, and she had hers. Was this fine hunter to be one of her children? Or would he prove too weak?
With a nod, her disciple, Taphos, she moved quietly up behind him. Taphos scampered off to hide in the bushes. Once Mary was steadly behind her target, matching her hoof falls to his so that her sounds were covered by his, not that a Goddess made sounds when she chose to be silent, of course.... Her mirror swung into action, floating into place in front of him and she stopped, positioned as always to show in the reflection, just over his shoulder, when he looked up. And if he was stupid enough to walk INTO the mirror... well.... that would tell her quite a bit about if he was worthy to be one of her children.
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