08-07-2008, 12:19 PM
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Lol at Hel
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He had weapons too. The thought registered with her and her ears twitched slightly. Not only could he fight, he had a blade. She found it both alluring and somewhat disconcerting. Ever since the wolf on the beach, with his crossbow, she had met no one else who could fight as she did. Granted, she had not met many here, but they seemed to prefer the weapons the shifter virus had bestowed upon them instead of those once used by humans. She sneered at the male, her fangs white, her body ready for it.
And then he spoke. His voice was familiar, so much so that it sent chills down her spine. For the tiniest moment, her breath seemed to be laboured, her own heart beating wildly against her ear drums. Asmodai. Vagabond. He'd hold her he was a vagabond, a traveller. He'd joined their pack, lying to two of his leaders about who and what he was. She didn't know if she ought to feel relief at the thought of it being just Asmodai, anger at his betrayal or elation at having found another warrior. Her tone was ice cold and her blade remained firmly in her grip. Just let him try. Put your weapon down, Asmodai. A command. She was his leader. These were their lands. Hel narrowed her eyes, almost daring him to try something funny.
Lol at Hel
He had weapons too. The thought registered with her and her ears twitched slightly. Not only could he fight, he had a blade. She found it both alluring and somewhat disconcerting. Ever since the wolf on the beach, with his crossbow, she had met no one else who could fight as she did. Granted, she had not met many here, but they seemed to prefer the weapons the shifter virus had bestowed upon them instead of those once used by humans. She sneered at the male, her fangs white, her body ready for it.
And then he spoke. His voice was familiar, so much so that it sent chills down her spine. For the tiniest moment, her breath seemed to be laboured, her own heart beating wildly against her ear drums. Asmodai. Vagabond. He'd hold her he was a vagabond, a traveller. He'd joined their pack, lying to two of his leaders about who and what he was. She didn't know if she ought to feel relief at the thought of it being just Asmodai, anger at his betrayal or elation at having found another warrior. Her tone was ice cold and her blade remained firmly in her grip. Just let him try. Put your weapon down, Asmodai. A command. She was his leader. These were their lands. Hel narrowed her eyes, almost daring him to try something funny.