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False Introductions [Update ^-^ ) |
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Heads up before I post what I have. I usually update my fictionpress first, one of the few sites unblocked at my school and all, only way to get it to my computer other than retyping it... So here if your interested. I'll be upating again soon if I don't forget to paste it there...again ^-^; And thank so much Megan whee
Dimitries
There was utter silence as his feet treaded the halls, no rather they glided. His face showed no emotion, black eyes looking almost dull above the fierceness and maliciousness beneath. He went by many names like the older of his kind though his titles were a bit different to all but a few; he was the only one surviving that’s permitted to be called the ‘Dark Lord’, ‘His Imperial Viciousness’, ‘Lord’, ‘Mister Mucky Trouble’(Though that one ended pretty fast), and occasionally his given name, Dimitires.
“Its time to pay a visit to the Prophets,” he said aloud in a dead voice not caring if somebody was listening. He vanished a moment later.
Senna
Okay let’s get back on track. You missed me right? Of course you did. Anyhow before you last checked in I was in the biggest battle of my life saying everything that had ever ailed me. Notice anything wrong with that sentence? I do. For one it isn't the biggest battle of my life, I've had bigger and badder ones so this one just blended in as 'stale'. As for the second issue there were no lengthy speeches of my every ail, on the contrary I've said close to null. Perhaps it was null, who's here to judge?
Back to the program, if you change the channel I think I'm going to kill you instead of Lucivar. If that’s not enough to keep you here I'll throw in onions. That didn't come out right, but no matter its not important anyhow. Alright I'm just going to get down to business before I get off task...again. Not that I mind...wait, yes I do. Anyways.
So Lucivar. He was just standing there with his arms crossed with this bored look on his face. It aggravated me. I mean I was all serious with the claws and the fangs but he acted like I was still some child, well buddy I had news for you. I wasn't. It was a fact that I'm probable going to have to rub in his snobby little face.
It didn’t take very long until I flung myself at him, claws stretching towards him looking for some flesh. “Sorry,” he said smoothly, “I don’t feel the same way.” He simply traced behind me, his posture unchanging. When I attacked behind myself at him he simply traced again out of reach. “I can do this all day.”
I made a sound that resembled a hiss, eyes narrowing at him. “That’s cheating.” If your mind didn’t process what that statement was intended for it was the fact that he traced every single time I was about to make contact. It wasn’t fair. Life isn’t fair. It just sucks. Oh, for your information tracing is the ability to appear and reappear anywhere of your choosing so basically its just teleporting. The only necessity is that you have to have a clear knowledge of where you’re going, the easiest way of doing that is to have been at the place before…recently.
There was a tapping noise and I searched for the source. It didn’t take long to realize it was his foot, tapping in impatience and was the only sign I got of his agitation. I guess I wasn’t much entertainment, suits me just fine. He should be bored witless, that way I can make an elegant escape.
AshIynn · Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 10:26pm · 0 Comments |
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