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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:32 pm
Rya trotted out into the desert, a long chain trailing behind her. She wasnt at all affected by heat so she played happily in the sand... 
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:33 pm
It was getting colder, now that it was beginning to become night in the desert. He followed her to the pile of rocks. "Not much of a five star inn." He said sarcastically.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:35 pm
After wandering for a bit and making random piles of sand, she got bored and sat down, her nine tails doodling in the sand. "Where did my master go?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:45 pm
When Lily finish inspecting the small cave made by the rocks she looked up at Alex with a half smile. "You can sleep somewhere else if you want." She replied with sarcasm as well. She fell into a sitting position on the ground.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:49 pm
Rya saw others and dashed throught the sand on all fours. "Hello!" She called out as she ran.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:06 pm
Stay low; soft, dark and dreamless
Far below my nightmares and loneliness
I hate me for breathing without you
Grieving for you
I am not grieving for you
I long to be like you
Lie cold; in the ground like you
There's room inside for two
You're not alone
No matter what they told you
You're not alone
I'll be right beside you forevermore
He's starting to feel the wear and tear of his constant wanderlust within his slender legs. Phobia stands with a grunt, palms pushing off his thighs as he stands. The elegant red skirt around his waist billows softly thanks to a chilly breeze which makes the imp grit his teeth. His skin prickles with goosebumps as he glares up at the sky from beneath his fluffy bangs. Shaking his head stubbornly the necromancer continues his promenade. Soon the Prowlers begin to snarl, scenting others nearby. Phobia himself can sense their life essence and see their auras off in the distance. He is not interested in blood as he's a necromancer. Blood is related to life, he opposes life. Flesh is much more delightful anyhow and easier to work with if you have all the right tools. For now the imp strides towards those flaring auras. One is clearly human, another dark elf, and the furthest one is a witch of sorts. Each Prowler begins to run towards them, sand flying up in violent sprays under each rotting limb.
Phobia frowns lightly before arching a clawed hand and closing it into a fist with his steel claws erecting, wrist facing up to the skies. A large skeleton's hand opens from the dunes, ensnares the Prowlers, and thusly vanishes from sight. This is the easiest way for him to banish his slaves back into the Netherworldly planes. With a light sigh he relaxes his arms before hesitating. Those red eyes blink under their fluffy veil to view the living beings far away. He isn't sure what to do, but...they seem to be hunkering down for the night. The Morbid Master can already tell that some of them have sensed his presence. As a wind carries the scent of their warm skin to him his lips part as he inhales softly. They smell sweet, but they are not for him. Phobia sniffs lightly before closing his pale lips. He'd remain nearby tonight to follow them in the morning. One of them had to know something and had to be interesting. Turning back around he walks up the dunes to hide behind a large hill of sand. Lithe body snuggling into the barely warm surface he relaxes with his arms under his head as his breathing slows. However, he recalls that he hasn't prayed to Azrael yet. Muttering apologies to the unseen god and cursing himself, Phobia gets to his knees and clasps his hands together, claws clacking against one another.
"To thee, I surrender, my heart, my soul, my trust. It is with Faith that I fall into your mighty wings. It is with love that I offer up the chalice of my heart, drink deep of my life that I might know the depths of the river of Forgetfulness and Memory. It is without fear and with true desire that I kiss your still, cold lips, knowing that this memory shall be my last."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:11 pm
Rya sniffed the air, smelling the scent of death. Her tails glowed, and after a moment she shook her head. "A necromancer?" She looked over to the dune he was behind and called out. "Hello? Mage of death, i know you are there!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:26 pm
The elf watched the girl ran past them towards a nearby sand due and her eyebrow lightly arched over her eye. Who was stupid enough to go towards the dangerous aura? Lily could here the girl calling the unseen being 'Mage of Death'. She chuckled a bit looking up at Alex to see what his actions were going to be. He seemed like the kind of guy who would try to be a hero and save the girl.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:29 pm
Rya was completly oblivious to the elf. She had seen him but the necromancer had her attention. Not to mention elves were naturaly stealthy and she could barly make out a single movement behind her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:33 pm
((my persons a girl, and she's not fallowing you sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:37 pm
(sorry bout the gender confusion. i didnt say she was, just that rya could hear her sleightly whee )
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:39 pm
Stay low; soft, dark and dreamless
Far below my nightmares and loneliness
I hate me for breathing without you
Grieving for you
I am not grieving for you
I long to be like you
Lie cold; in the ground like you
There's room inside for two
You're not alone
No matter what they told you
You're not alone
I'll be right beside you forevermore
After his prayer he snuggles back onto the sand. Before a rather obnoxious voice resonated across the dark dunes. Phobia hisses lightly in surprise before flipping over on his belly, using his claws to crawl out and look around the bottom of the sandy hill. It's a...humanoid fox creature. Nose wrinkling in distaste he must wonder to himself, just how did that thing come to be? Had a man sought a fox for a cold night or a woman used a fox? The male is rather insulted and he waggles a single claw at the fox thing as one might scold a tiny child.
"No, no, little one...I am no mage. Mages can heal and use elements and all sorts of things. I only destroy, manipulate, and ensnare."
He sits upon his elbows to peer at the airheaded creature. If she is so foolish as to draw near to a necromancer and even call to him...
"I have harked to your call vixen, now you must hark to mine.", with a devious grin he crooks a clawed finger to beckon her, "Come closer little one..."
Phobia just wants a nibble.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:45 pm
The minute he was in her line of sight her assimilatiion took effect. "I see." Her ability to copy powers had its limit, giving her a much weaker version oh his abilities. She growled at the disqusted look on his face. "You have never seen a kyuubi have you? I guess we are quite rare." She made no move to answer his call.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:46 pm
Alex jumped up at all the commotion. He saw the necromancer and the girl. He quickly got up and grabbed his sword, and ran to the scene. He kept his distance from the man, but ready to strike should the unexpected happened. "Get away, young lady!" He shouted to her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:52 pm
((lol don't say sorry, I was just saying for future purposes.))
Lillian felt a tug a her lips, and pulled her fingers up to her mouth. They were greated by a row of small, hard squares. She knew that he was that kind of guy. Lily stood from her position and walked over to the group, keeping her distance.
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