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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:03 pm
Same thing, really. To say you have to leave just because you don't want an argument is the same as giving up because you don't have a better response.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:04 pm
..Doesn't that mean she gave up? I'm confused. *steals the Yamlizard back*
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:04 pm
There's a species of lizards named after me now? -_-
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:05 pm
No, it isn't. It might be because I have to shut the Internet off at 9:00.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:05 pm
>> No, I just named it Yamlizard because it's dark colored.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:06 pm
Seems like you're allready passed your limit then, if my clock is right. Not valid when you keep answering like that.
Edit: Seems like she finally decided to follow her words.
Also: Everything dark isn't instantly like me, Nakita. -_-
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:18 pm
I noticed, this lizard doesn't call me a stupid b***h.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:33 pm
Neither do I. I just call you a retarded whore.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:40 pm
xD You called me a b***h not that long ago.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:34 pm
Quenthal Ghost of War Quenthal Quenthal listened to Geist speak. A smirk formed on her lips as she felt him pick her up. She lay limp in his arms as he spun her around.
All this time she had kept her five vipers impassive, but with a mental command she ordered them to attack, but not inject their poison.
As quick as lightning, three shot out and raked their fangs across his left arm. The surprise made him remove his hand. As he did the fourth one bit his hand.
The fifth stayed still to see if the demon decided to swing at his Mistress. Quenthal opened her eyes and kicked Geist in the knee-cap with her boot. She wrenched her other arm out of his grasp that had tightened painfully around her.
She blew him a kiss, a rare smile spreading across her face.
Thank the infernal flames Geist was wearing shin guards that protected his knee caps. However his brow furrowed deeply, his crimson eyes flashing with a furious blaze of light when the snake headed whip lashed his arm. The grinding of their fangs made high pitched, annoying screeching as they nicked his spiked armor. One of the snake's heads became impaled on his spiked arm guards, and then pulled free, healing itself while hissing. However there was a bite to the hand which did draw blood. "Now why the ******** would she respond with such violence to a playful act?' questioned the prince as his blood began to boil. Then the thought struck him,' She's too used to pushing p***y male drows around. She's used to their submissive nature, but how dare she think I am on the same level as those fools?! I. AM. NOT. DROW. So I refuse to be treated as such..'
The demon's nostrils flared, his eyes widening furiously as he lifted his fingers in front of his face to examine the wound. With a vicious growl, his lips twitched, curling back revealing all of his fangs, the bridge of his nose and his furrowing brow twitched with anger as well, his crimson eyes hot as coals. He drew in one long breath, his chest rising, then expelled an earth shattering, ferocious roar, his eyes widening almost to psychotic proportions. He was no longer playing. Drawing blood was a no-no, since he'd never take that step with her... well that is, until she did what she did.
As she licked his blood, she soon found out its acidic properties, and it started to burn holes in her tongue. It was also toxic, soon she'd fall into a coma if no one helped her.
With a vicious snarl, the demon lashed his arm forward, pointing his palm at her, the look of pure malice on his dark features as he expelled Quenthal backward with a blast of telekinetic energy, so forceful that it slammed her back hard into the wall and knocked the wind out of her.
With another deep roar, sickening cracking sounds were heard as the prince's six wings ripped their way out of his back and spread to full length. His black tattered feathers trembled, drips of acidic blood falling from the plumes and sizzling once they touched the ground.
Suddenly all his wings arose, then thrust down, creating a shower of acid, toxic blood and a murderous gust of wind that catapulted the short tempered demon prince out of the room. He busted straight through the ceiling, leaving a gaping hole... and Quental alone on the floor.
The vipers quickly wrapped themselves around their Mistresse's body, their pathetic attempt to protect her. Even though she was slammed agains the wall she was still smiling. Demons were of course different from the worthless males of society. However, she didn't take kindly to how Geist touched her earlier. She had expected this response. Quenthal wasn't angry, it was more like dealing with a child who was throughing a tantrum, at that thought she began to laugh.
Her tongue began to burn painfully, quickly she pulled out a small blue vile of healing potion. She always carried one on her person, specially when she was around Geist, like all demons he was unpredictable and could never truly be trusted. Quenthal poured the warm liquid into her mouth and swished it around her tongue. Appearently his blood was acidic. Mental note, do not lick Geist's blood.She thought to herself. A part of her wondered if it was poisonous. If she hadn't been transformed by Lloth's venom, it would have harmed her. Now however, her blood was nothing but poison, it would circulate harmlessly through her system.
She slid the bottle back into her pocket and brought out a small, twisted wand. Suddenly she felt a gust of wind, her gaze watched curiously as wings burst from the demon's back. She held out the wand and muttered the word of activation. The hair on her arm rose as a bolt of blue lightning shot out, striking Geist in the back. She heard a small thud on the ceiling above her and sighed. Quenthal activated her brooch that allowed her to levitate and made her way up the hole in the ceiling. She stretched her legs out and landed softly on the roof.
Truly she was concered for her friend as she looked over him. She had approached with caution, knowing Geist would try something. Her eyes gazed over the burnt wound on his back, the lightning had blasted through his armor, as it was enhanced to do.
"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"She asked quietly brushing her fingers over his wound. Suddenly Quenthal felt cold hard steel on the back of her neck. It was Geist's katana, and he was standing behind her. " I suggest that you watch what you do around me from now on." He hissed coldly through his teeth, his eyes widening furiously as he made her kneel under his blade.
"I don't like how you were so quick to actually attack me when I was only playing. ...If I wanted to, I could have ripped your skeleton right out of your flesh, turned your innards to outards in a matter of seconds, then cut you up piece by peace for a feast at my table." the prince viciously growled, his pupils dangerous paper thin slits.
" You don't know the difference between myself and one of your drow pets. I will not be mocked." he hissed with a deep growl and turned the razor edge of his katana to her neck, ordering her not to move. " And I am not so weak as to be fooled by your tricks. You also forget who my mother is, I could have consumed that bolt and used it for my own purposes." he chuckled with a vengeful grin.
Earlier, when Geist burst out of the room, he had called upon the ancient gods, Ulo and Zin to protect and aid him. Knowing Quenthal, he knew that she would come up with some way to ******** with him when he was trying to leave the scene.
That's when Quenthal cast her lightning bolt spell, but what she struck was a mere doppleganger that Zin and Ulo created and now as she kneeled, staring at the clone laying in a lump on the roof, it immediately rotted and decomposed within seconds. No wonder the thud was light. If Geist had really fallen, he would have smashed through the roof, created another hole in the ceiling by his weight and size.
The prince's fist tightened around the hilt of his katana, his knuckles turning white. He knew his temper was short, and he didn't want to deal with her, so he knew that he had better leave before he seriously hurt her. After this little stunt of hers, she had crossed the line and pissed him off. He still didn't want to battle it out with her for the sake of their alliance, though now after seeing what she did to his doppleganger, he was seriously considering beating the s**t out of her.
" I am not a beast that you can control..... now, deal with my fiends." he murmured through his shapely lips as he retracted his sword and sheathed it. With one great leap he balanced on the edge of the roof, his six wings spreading brilliantly before folding around himself in a protective cocoon. His form flickered and then vanished in an inferno of flames.
Then in the light of the flame a creature was visible. It had the body of a serpent and the bone white skull of a ram. ...It was Ulo. The creature loomed upward, focusing its empty, gaping eye sockets at her, maggots twisting and writhing between its teeth.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:50 pm
While Geist spoke to her Quenthal silently mocked him. Her hand rose mimicking Geist's words. All she heard was....Nag Nag Nag Nag Nag....NNNNNAAAAAAAAGGGGG....
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:59 pm
neutral i dont c how he puts up with that you're lucky you're alive *goes and flutters off to geist*
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:06 pm
Rementa neutral i dont c how he puts up with that you're lucky you're alive *goes and flutters off to geist* Rum! *Quickly snatches you and stufs you in my bra* mrgreen
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:10 pm
*bites your tit really hard and struggles away* No. Seriously, I don't see why you're still alive after what you did, it seriously puzzles me. * scrambles into ghostie's armor and doesn't come out*
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:15 pm
Rementa *bites your tit really hard and struggles away* No. Seriously, I don't see why you're still alive after what you did, it seriously puzzles me. * scrambles into ghostie's armor and doesn't come out* OOOOOWWWWW!!!!!! scream NO RUM...NOO!! *rubs tit* emo
.-. ......*ponders* I dunno......>.>......because I mean nothing to him and am viewed as a monkey? 2: My attitude somehow interests him
3:....................................................
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