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 Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 7:18 pm
"I think it is I who owe you. You didn't have to waste your mana and energy healing me. I don't mind helping you. Since I am certain it will involve just talking to my mother. Which I'm going to go do right now actually. Farewell. I'll find you once I get word from her. Goodday Miss Ziven" Lanshor said with a quick bow before darting off running towards the main inn rather quickly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 7:25 pm
Blue eyes darted up toward Lanshor, amazed again at his words. It still seemed completely foreign to her that anyone would have a desire to help her, let alone a persistent one. Tilting her head slightly, she barely had time to reply before he ran off. "It was nothing. Please do not trouble yourself. Safe journey." with her last word she dissappeared with a small pop, reappearing near her home.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 12:10 am
Razz rose swiftly from the ground. His black clothing rippling in the wind and his expression a soft smile. He awaited his trainee.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 12:14 am
Demetrius had grown bored with the idle banter and all-too-cheerful smiles of the patrons of Angel's bar. While he loved nothing more than to pass time with Angel, some of her underlings were a great deal less than impressive. The demonic presence shifted into the night, silent dull armor of ebony blending in with the night. The only sounds were the eerie wail of the wind through the barren trees and the slight rustle of his wings. Demetrius knew what he would find in the wastes of the red dragon. He looked forward to seeing his master.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 12:17 am
He merely leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. His eyes closing and himself relaxing. His clothes and hair moved wildly in the wind. He awaited his trainee to greet him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 12:22 am
As Demetrius stalked outside, he shifted into his demonic form in a burst of demonic flame and singed the ground with his steps. Steam and fire issued from the cracks and crevasses of his body and his twisted horns added to his overall macabre appearance. His eyes were burning red and his fangs looked as if they were tinged with blood. When he saw Razz leaning against a tree, his pace quickened until he was a few feet in front of him. He bowed lowly, "Greetings, my Master," he grated with a deep guttural voice.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 12:01 pm
Without opening his eyes, Razz was nothing but a blur and moved to kick Demetrius in the back of the head to send him backwards. Knowing his own strengths and that Demitrius' and how Demetrius couldn't of seen him, the hit would connect. "Do not bow to me," he opened his sky blue eyes and looked towards Demetrius. His arms still crossed, his tail swinging playfully, he awaited Demetrius' response.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 10:30 pm
Quietly exiting the main room, Ziven found herself feeing confused and upset. Instead of going directly home, she decided to wander around, taking the long way back to her home in an effort to clear her mind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:16 pm
Demetrius leaned up against the gnarled trunk of an aged oak tree outside the Dragon's Bar Inn. He allowed the pervading winds of the brisk night to roll over him, whisping away the steam and flames of his body, taking with them his ashy stench. The demonic beast merely stood there, eyes closed and breathing deeply as he relived past experiences in his mind. The nostalgic waves swept through him revealing events that had transpired in this magnificent place that seemed as though they were only yesterday. Some would now be considered ancient history, others legends. Demetrius merely stood in his small sanctuary, in his home away from home, awaiting the nights activities. ((Sorry it took so long, my internet closed itself down and I had to log back in.))
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:22 pm
Exiting the bar, Ziven found a familiar scent permeating the cool air. Only a few steps would lead her to the source. "Good evening Demetrius." she said softly, unsure if he wished to have any company.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:28 pm
Demetrius blinked at the sound of the voice that had interrupted his revery. As his flaming orbs flashed open, the memories of his distant past were whisked away with the wind, into the dark night sky. Thunder roared in the distance. He looked at Ziven somewhat surprised by her appearance, but nonetheless glad of her company and pleased to see her familiar face. "Hello Ziven," he grated. "And what brings you out here on a night like this?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:35 pm
"Just out for an evening walk in the direction of home." she replied with a smile. As she said this, the sound of thunder was heard in the distance and she turned to look in it's direction for a moment before returning her attention to Demetrius. "It appears I have picked a good time to depart as it sounds like there may be a storm on the horizon. And what of yourself?" she asked, adjusting her coat, making sure the buttons were all fastened in preparation for potential rain.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:43 pm
Razz appeared behind Khazzid and easily entered his mind. 'Training starts,' he struck a violent mental blow to Demetrius' being to bring him round. He stood there, his tail swinging and his clothes rippling.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:43 pm
"An excellent time if I'm not mistaken," he mused. He inhaled deeply, sensory organs picking up the amount of humidity in the atmosphere. At that moment, a light drizzle commenced. Composure unaltered, Demetrius gazed at Ziven. "Which way's home? Did you need me to walk you there or are you alright with a little rain?" He flashed a toothy grin, accidentally exposing his fangs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:45 pm
He stood there very close to ripping off his trainee's head. But he would wait a second longer.
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