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 Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 5:34 pm
Stepping out into the city Draiken's hands where in his pants pockets, his hand blowing in the slight wind, and his grin showing his pointy teeth. As he walked down the side streets, the shadows hidding him, his feet making no sound, he came upon a younger man walking the street. he had blonde hair that cut off around his ears, street pants that had holes in them and hung around his knees, his black shoes looked to be worn out, and his shirt was ripped and stained. A peasant. It will have to do.
Stepping from the shadows Dariken came up behind him and before the man had time to notice, Dariken had his fist around the man's throat and was thrown up against a wall, Draiken's claws extended.
Draiken could see the man start to sweat, everyone knew his reputation. As the man tried to scream, all Dariken did was close his hand tighten around his throat, making it burn for the man to even breathe. Lifting his other hand from his pocket Draiken pounded it into the man's stomach, watching the already burning air being knocked from his lungs, sending him into uncounciousness.
Slinging the body over his shoulder, Draiken headed back to the castle, the grin back on his face.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:30 am
Bane stopped doing her review on the basics.
It's all so boring... and easy....
She went to her room just in time to see her father walking down the path with a burden on his shoulder. Grinning, she left her window and took out her sword. When the weather cleared, she was going to practice a bit.
Poor guy... he was kinda cute too... what a waste...
A strand of hair fell from it's position behind her ear. Bane glared, then glanced in the mirror. "Hey... that looks kinda nice actually..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 4:30 am
((bout time someone posted...))
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:42 pm
Mixie flew around under the tree as the rain fell down. She laughed and giggled by herself. She loved the rain, though she could not fly freely under it. Her wings would get too soaked and it would be too hard for her to fly. So, she just played with whatever puddles she could find.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:17 pm
Draken laguhed as he entered the castle, the thoughts of his daughter drifting down to him. So fun to hear her thoughts he laughed to himself as he teleported into her room, grin spread wide and plastered across his face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 11:19 am
Bane turned from her mirror to find herself looking at her father. Gazing at the floor to ignore both Draken and his trophy, Bane did not betray her suprised emotions.
"Yes , father?"
She swung the sword up and rested the scabbard on her shoulder, aware of the emense seeing power surging through it.
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