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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:17 am
The sting of Angra's claws in his flesh were a mere irritant compared to the feeling of hopelessness he felt for his brother. Spenta fell back, breathing hard, blood staining his ivory fur. His ruby eyes burned with a furious sadness, a strange combination of emotions. Spen didn't question it; he would never understand anything about his brother.
"It's true," he breahted heavily, "I can't give up on you, brother." A soft sadness tinged his voice, creeping in on the fury he felt. "And I will not fight you today, but listen to my words, Angra, and listen to them well."
Spenta circled his brother, eyes glowing with an unholy light. "When your time in this life is done and the gods call you home, I will be the one to send you there." The words were snarled softly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:25 am
The last line hit Angra like a rock to the head. Here he was, laying off his brother and he threatens his very life! "Well, if that's how you feel Spenta Mainyu." He stated plainly, on that note Angra turns away, leaving himself vulnerable to attack, but not caring. He didn't care, ever cared, what was the point! He grumbled lightly, but also felt free, he wouldn't have to worry about nagging as much if he calculated that fight right.
"Good bye for now Spenta Mainyu. Good bye." He said, his voice a dull growling tone.
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