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 Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:25 pm
Finding Leyward and himself alone, Heratik shifted back into his human form, dragging Leyward by one of his feet. He had checked through several doors, searching for a room with as little furniture as possible. After finding a suitable room, he dragged Leyward in, turning back to shut the door. He checked down both sides of the hall before shutting the door.
"Not much more time, this one could wake any moment."
He grabbed Leyward by the shirt/collar/whatever and pulled him up to face level. Heratiks eyes poured black fluid, dripping down to the floor like a faucet of water. A low humming could be heard, and with a sudden flash, Heratik had vanished.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 10:11 pm
Lord Rotswolfe, seeing that he finally managed to get what he figured to be the closest thing to a reaction he was going to get out of Chryseis, began to laugh cruelly at her situation. Of course, laughing cruelly is not such a good idea when vomit is being fired out of your mouth. He began to sputter and cough, the stream of vomit more or less turning into the occasional splotch of vomit. Choking, he fell out of his chair, gasping through throatfuls of vomit and flailing about, due to panic. His flailing arms splashed in the small puddles of vomit he had created. All in all, it was not a very pretty sight.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 6:14 pm
Chryseis, oddly amused by the repulsive person who was writhing on the floor. Watching with sadistic interest, and knowing that it was too late to go after Leyward due to him, she decided to torture Rotswolfe.
Every single time he nearly got up, she would jab him in the stomach with her foot, keeping him writhing on the ground, on his back, like a turtle or roach.
[[Chryseis gets bitchy when she doesnt get her way LMAO]]
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 7:02 pm
Stumbling down the hall, Leyward clung onto the wall, weakly carrying himself. He had turned the corner and saw Chryseis beating on what seemed to be a slag of waste and panic. He put his hand out in the air reaching for her, his hand trembling.
"Chry...help..."
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 7:33 pm
Chryseis heard this, and, classic hero fashion, stomped over Rotswolfe to dash over ot Leyward.
"THERE you are."
Picking him up, she left to another room to tend to his wounds, again.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 7:51 pm
Rotswolfe sobbed at his treatment at the hands of Chryesis. Of course, his reason for sobbing was not because of the kicking. He was sobbing because he couldn't open his mouth to say, 'Oh, baby, hit me MORE!'. He began regaining control over his functions once again after Chryesis stepped over him. He sputtered a bit,and formed another palanquin of goo. He regained his 'cool face', and began to follow Chryesis. He looked curiously at Leyward's slumped form. "Hey, Dogface. What the Hell's your deal?"
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 8:15 pm
Leyward lifted his head weakly, still being carried off by Chryseis, and looks back at Rotswolfe.
"This guy...isn't helPing...I really don't feel..good.."
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 12:54 pm
Chryseis patted his head like he was a child, to calm him down.
"Now, now, we have to just tend to your wounds. Right...?"
She ripped off a small section of her skirt [no, not that much you perverts] applying pressure to some of his wounds at a time to stop any bleeding.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:45 am
Rotswolfe's grin fell off of his face at what Leyward said. "Hey, punk. I asked you a question. I know you must have a thing for your little nursemaid here, but when I ask you a question, you respond to me and me alone, got it?" The puddle of sludge around Rotswolfe's feet began to spread out and boil angrily.
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