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06-26-02
*Grinding to a halt, she looks at figure before her, shaking her head and frowning... Not impressed with the audience Eden and herself have gathered, she notices her creature has her dagger. Trying to devise a last minute plan, her eyes befall the cloak of black behind the man that adresses her, she looks at him then at the shadow, then at the man again, wanting to take back her weapon, she decides that it would be best to run for cover. Her hunger grows and her anger rises, she hates others touching her dagger, only one creature had dared to handle her dagger... Neon was a brave one for that. She scowls at the figure and mutters.*
adoleo adsum adesse adfui.
*The dagger begins to glow red in his hand, generating heat from the hilt to the end of the blade.*
agilise iectum hominem ad iusiurandum.
*The dagger forces itself out of the mans hand, still glowing red as heads towards Eden at great speed, changing shape, splitting into two edges. She grins and makes a run for cover. Well Neon, you did teach me a few things after all, where did that come from? Shouting Latin while running, she raises her arm and waves her hand, minipulating the dagger to spin.*
conglomeroare! See Eden! Not just a pretty face! You should have killed me while you still had the chance. Don't ever test me... To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
"If it smells of shit, stands to reason that it probably is" - Ginger. The wildhearts.
Last edited by Lenina : 06-26-02 at 13:05.
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