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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:29 am
When someone arrives in this desolate room far beneath the ground, they shudder. For all sorts of torture weapons hang from the walls, along with skulls of creatures they don't want to know about. Cobwebs and spiders are all around the room. No one wants to be in this room when she appears. Their screams echo throughout the restaurant upstairs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 6:57 am
Cynder appeared in her home and picked up a box with her mind. She flung it against the wall, spilling out the contents of an Angel she killed before. The skull rolled across the floor and tapped her foot. She incenerated it in fury. Leaping up into the shadows, she sat there. "Stupid Lycan... Blaming himself. But... Was he right? Is killing my solution for everything...? But I'm a Demon... I kill because it's something I need to do. Now... I have to stop thinking that Fluffy and Silver are right. But man, that thing gets on my nerves! I just... If there were only some way..." she rumbled angrily, and became her dragon form, dropping from the shadows and laying on the large piles of Angel and mortal bones. Cynder picked up a human skull and crushed it easily in her talons, before placing her scaled elbow on another skull and placing her head in her taloned hand. "But how will I bring Alluvian back? Dark magic will not work... Neither will necromancy. He's an Angel... No matter how bad he's acted, he's still partially holy. I don't want to hurt him. But... Oh, this really sucks." she closed her eyes in pain and a crimson tear trickled down her face. "Oh, I should get back to warn the others." she suddenly vanished from the pile of bones.
(( Exit to Olvera Street. ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 8:04 pm
Cynder walked into her lair, and immediately took a hot bath. After changing into an odd-looking robe, that seemed to be one that a spell-caster would wear, Cynder crawled into the bed and sighed. She had bandages wrapped around her skeletal arm, her midsection, and a collar around her neck to hide the bruise. Gloves covered her bony hands. Suddenly, her eyes shut tightly and her breathing slowed. She hadn't had enough time to relax and fall asleep - she passed out, and lay unconscious within the confines of her room.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 6:01 pm
Cynder walked into her lair, and quickly turned on the water, taking a fast shower. She tugged on a tanktop, ignoring the fact it revealed her scarred collarbone. She placed her dirtied tanktop in a basket, and pulled on a pair of hip-hugger jeans. Cynder slid her feet into a pair of black running shoes, and she brushed her hair out, drying it quickly. It turned into it's natural, sleek raven-black colour, and she hurried out of her lair, rushing towards The Babylon.
(( Exit. ))
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 2:21 pm
The Devil walked into her room, dripping blood onto the decorative carpets. She made her way into the washroom and quickly undressed, climbing into the shower and washing the blood from her hands and a small amount from her face. Afterwards, she came back out and wrapped a towel around herself, squeezing the water out of her raven-black hair. She walked out into the other room after placing the wet hair towel over a handle that jutted out of the wall, and opened the doors to a small dresser. Cynder pulled out a long-sleeved purple shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans that were flared at the bottoms. She then walked back into the washroom and changed into them, drying her hair completely and flicking off the light, exiting the bathroom again. She then got a glass of water from the kitchen-like area, coming back out into the main room and sitting down in a chair, setting the glass of water on top of a coaster on a sidetable. The Devil pulled out a book and opened it to the bookmark, setting the slip of paper on the sidetable as well and scanning her eyes over the pages.
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