03-23-2008, 12:00 AM
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indent One simple word. It was enough to change the world. The demon knew that as well as he knew that were he and the scarred man’s other were to engage they would battle fruitlessly until the end of time. He looked down, was dully aware of his own shadow (a dragon that was not truly a dragon) rising behind him. All too suddenly there was great cold and he blinked—the world had changed. Now the air was frost-bitten and someone was laying on him. Instantly, the demon/dragon (though he did not think of himself in either term, and though he did not look like either currently) reacted. His hand flew up and struck the scarred man hard across the face.
indent Nearly snarling, the blonde scrambled to his feet. A clump of his short hair fell into his face, but this detail was not noticed. The tattooed man remained still, eyes burning. This was a pathetic game and he would end it now. If he had to kill this man (whom the demon regarded as a boy) then he would. Possession ended one of two ways; when the kidnapper left its host body or when they both died. In the dim light cast from the full moon outside, Ahren’s too-long canines were gleaming as brightly as his ivory claws. Brighter still were his eyes, which offered no recognition and no sympathy.
indent Nearly snarling, the blonde scrambled to his feet. A clump of his short hair fell into his face, but this detail was not noticed. The tattooed man remained still, eyes burning. This was a pathetic game and he would end it now. If he had to kill this man (whom the demon regarded as a boy) then he would. Possession ended one of two ways; when the kidnapper left its host body or when they both died. In the dim light cast from the full moon outside, Ahren’s too-long canines were gleaming as brightly as his ivory claws. Brighter still were his eyes, which offered no recognition and no sympathy.