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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:02 pm
"DAMN IT ALL! Why would you let them just get away like that!?" he roared at Enlil as he smashed his fist into the ground, cracking the floor quite deep.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:11 pm
((Who? What? Which Enlil?))
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:13 pm
((the teacher-y one, IDK! xD))
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:15 pm
Mrs. Enlil jumped. "And pray tell, what were YOU doing?!" she turned on him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:25 pm
"That thing is no longer your son. Surely you must have felt the change in his Aura. I fear your son's, soul I believe its called here, has been lost to that man."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:26 pm
Luna's eyes slightly widened as she heard him in pain. "Oh, my- Ialo, I'm sorry!" she said, now an octave higher and leaning over to softly kiss where it hurt. She lifted his right shoulder sleeve and pressed her lips against his warm skin, and again after she lifted the side of his shirt. She pulled back and her eyebrows pulled together in amazement. She watched as both bruises began to swirl clockwise, almost looking like they would vanish; in a second, they did. Luna poked the area on Ialo's side to check if it still hurt.
[[My god. What if Luna had a mystic item inside of her? Like, her being secretly born with it? Idk anything seems possible now. Last I checked, a kiss from a werewolf doesn't make you heal, but whatever I guess now it does.]]
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:34 pm
Mrs. Enlil gasped. "I refuse!" Her eyes started burning. "Yes, I feel that his aura is unwell, but I refuse to believe that he is lost!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:36 pm
Ialo breathed deeply when Luna touched him. His injuries tingled, then disappeared. But, that tingly feeling still remained. "Luna, I didn't know you learned healing..." He slipped an arm around her. "Listen, they'll find us soon, and... and they might separate us. You up for another flight? I know you don't like them..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:45 pm
Luna's eyes found Ialo's and her lips parted slightly. "I didn't.." she said softly, her lips not moving with her words. Her hands lifted and rested against his chest as she looked up at his face. "I'll go where ever you go, Ialo." she said, smiling. "Even if I did like them, I'm staying with you." she said. She sighed; a preparation sigh. "What do I do?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:47 pm
Myia started to speak the words and Ella spoke them in Latin.
"To the Goddess, I do pray
Grant me power, strength to flay
This one's curse
With these words, I hold thee at bay
With the spirit, this spell will not fade."
Ella dropped the books and fell down. "Myia what did you make me do?"
It's nothing big. It used your spirital powers to keep anyone that was not affected by dark spell safe and sent a small attack anytime someone of a dark heart and mind comes close to you. Myia sent to Ella. It's a beningers spell.
"Beginners spell! Remember I'm not a vampire!" Ella stood up after she took hold of the books. "I have to..." She was really weak now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:50 pm
"Madame, may I please have the book? I've left my class unsupervised, and I would terribly hate to disappoint them."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:52 pm
"I shall make one thing clear here and now. If he gets to Myia, I will kill him. The same goes for the girl. I suggest you do the same. I realize it must be difficult for you, and I sympathize with that. But emotion can not get in the way of our stopping this man."
He threw his cloak back across his body as he turned and walked off.
"I know where they are. Come if you must."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:59 pm
"You hold on." Ialo told her. He embraced her in a hug, and in a swirl of magic, was in his dragon form. "I'd hate to make you uncomfortable, but time is of the essence." With that, he launched himself into the air.
Mrs. Enlil was left speechless in her anger. "Nobody... touches... my.. son..." she whispered angrily, mostly to herself. "This man, he'll pay!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:02 pm
((Ella needs to take the ring with her! That's Ophi, and he'll lend her some of his power!))
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:06 pm
He stopped. "Did you not notice his right hand? That dark, twisted, sickly aura was emanating from that spot on his wrist."
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