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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 4:57 pm
The little Goddess of Manipulation had wandered away from her brother during their play. Her little paws had carried her away from her mother's den and towards a meadow. The cries of joy carried on the wind. Oh... there were others in the meadow. White eyes peeked through the bushes, landing on the two adults.
One male, one female...
Oh oh oh. She knew immediately that they were mates. It was written all over them. The kit let out a plaintive mewl, assuming the look of a lost wanderer. She was cooed over when found, both adults sympathetic and excited. They didn't stand a chance when her power flowed through the air.
Her power, the power of manipulation, of persuasion.
Lilith cackled in glee when they set on each other with claws and fangs. A fight to the death. Love torn asunder.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 5:45 pm
He surrounded himself in a perfect still life. The leaves unmoving despite the slight breeze, any movement that previously existed ceased; and Chronos reveled in it, easing himself into the simple existence of the past.
His ear twitched in barely contained agitation as the smaller clock embedded in his chest chimed; signaling something, or someone, had offset the natural balance of time. A simple shift in the web. Two strands quickly plucked apart while hastily shortening.
Stifling a growl he stood, a simple ‘tick’ setting his current surrounding back to the present, heading in the direction the pull in his mind told him.
A brow rose as he came across the other ulaya, each intent to tear the other apart. Turning away from the pair key-holed eyes glanced around at the surrounding area. He had already known what to expect, he'd already seen it in the future after all, and couldn’t hold back the sigh of exasperation as eyes landed on the purple Goddess-kit. “Lilith…”
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 9:23 pm
"Huh?" The kits head swivelled to see who had said her name. "Chronos!" She grinned, hopping over to twine about his legs. "Do you like it?"
It was beautiful to her. The snarls of ones who had loved each other. Sounds of pain and hatred. The sight of blood in the air and the ground. So beautiful...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 3:26 pm
Chronos watched on with disinterest, smiling slightly. The clock embedded in his chest chimed, hands spinning forward, the ulaya before them turning to dust and carried away by a slight breeze.
Turning back to the now aged Goddess he grinned. "Mm, beautiful indeed."
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