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 Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 7:05 am
HP: 0
Vyo snorted. He wouldn't break her, no one could break her! But by the time she noticed the way he held his daggers, it was too late for her to stop and they sank into her of her own doing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 1:40 pm
HP: 4Oh... how satisfying...shuddering as she'd sunk in deep on his daggers. Whether it was a shudder of pleasure because of his nature, or just the fatigue of battle... well, that would be up to the observer... With Vyo slipping into unconsciousness, there was none to witness to know of... Pulling his knives free slowly, his golden eyes glazed, he moved over to her flank, and proceeded to use her soft pelt to clean his weapons... even the small ones that he put back into their hiding places... In an after thought, he knelt at her tail, reached out and chopped off a long slender lock of it. Surely, most wouldn't notice... but with a sick grin on his hidden face he knew she would and that was all that mattered to the doll. As he walked away to head off to Venezia's camp, he wound the hair round and round his fist, before stuffing it into his pocket, surely... some token of battle was to be had for this day, right?... He vanished from the site so her people could collect her, he had no more use for her in her condition.
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