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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:02 am
Maritess' reservation about the other ghoul had promptly grown by leaps and bounds at the sharp shift in the banshee's demeanor. She flapped in place, brows furrowed, and lips pursed, completely at a loss at what to do in this situation and maybe a little bit frightened of Sarias and her ramblings. And then came the grabbing and the spinning and more ramblings -Oh Jack, what have I gotten myself into?
The winged vampire held her tongue, she was certain her poorly hidden distraught expression spoke volumes. Her distress turned into a forced smile as again her pride felt wounded at the backhanded compliment she'd received. However, she made no motion to free her hand from the ghost's grip, taking in just what it meant to have Sarias in her debt, "I'm glad to have been some help, Sarias," she began, trying to school her features into a sense of pleasantry, "And that you'll be less likely to do your minipet in. You know where to find me."
Her crimson eyes stared pointedly at her trapped hand.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 8:18 am
Sarias smiled deepened still, it was almost as if she could sense the distrust, the worry, the fear emitting from this being. "Oh what have you gotten yourself into." Seeing that the undead was starring at her confiscated limbs Sarias gently released them, lingering slightly on the fingers as she moved her hands up and off, her eyes staring deep into the others, her glare was unmistakable, and the smile held secrets Maritess would do better never knowing.
"Oh yes, only for training purposes now, I promise" Taking her eyes of the undead for a second to give a fond look over at her Mytrix she proudly wrinkled her nose as the beast ripped apart the fish heads, the splattered flesh slowly dripping down walls and furniture. With a sudden gush of ideas she realised she had no time to lose. Spinning the undead round to face the door she placed her hand in the crook of her back and began to push her towards the exit. Leaning in over her shoulder as they went, a little too close for comfort. "and you...you know where to find me" she whispered, her cold breath seeping in through her long hair to the nape of her neck. It wasn't meant to be seductive, or friendly. It was more of a warning. A sign of things to come.
Maritess had made a new friend.
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