Wanted: Raifael Degare
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*Reptiller
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After reading the newspaper, the lawyer suddenly smirked but said or wrote nothing. Not many know what he is going to do...
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*SavageAxe
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~snatches at a paper blowing in the wind, and eyes the funny chicken scratches. Her footsteps lead to the small crowd gathered reading the wanted poster. She listens to the general conversation and eyes the faces of several bashers and cutters.~
*mutters* Huh! Seems like many are willin' ta be tha' Harmonium's dogs . . . . guess thar jink spends as good as any others.
~shakes her head, and crumples the newspaper in her hand, tossing it aside~
*mutters* Huh! Seems like many are willin' ta be tha' Harmonium's dogs . . . . guess thar jink spends as good as any others.
~shakes her head, and crumples the newspaper in her hand, tossing it aside~
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*WhenWizardsWar
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The radiant man that has been seen lingering around sigil lately, his body glowing like a small sun sighs as he reads the news.
Offer something succulent as a reward and everyone suddenly becomes a hunter.
He sighs again and causes the heat of his body to flare, incinerateing the paper. He turns and starts heading down an abandoned street, his form hunching forward as his body and look change rapidly until he is running along on all fours in the form of a massive wolf.
"I must find her, if anyone can aquire him to figure out his intent once and for all its her".
Offer something succulent as a reward and everyone suddenly becomes a hunter.
He sighs again and causes the heat of his body to flare, incinerateing the paper. He turns and starts heading down an abandoned street, his form hunching forward as his body and look change rapidly until he is running along on all fours in the form of a massive wolf.
"I must find her, if anyone can aquire him to figure out his intent once and for all its her".
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*Fell Star
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Meanwhile...
The demon-witch, Arvolexia, sat perched upon the edge of her table, quietly staring into the empty room. Her blood talents had assuaged away the bruises marring her throat, but even so she could still feel the sting of those fingers and recall the breathlessness she'd felt just minutes ago. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and though her visitor had long abandoned the space, the solitude provided no respite. Instead, it brought on the slow, tantalizing torture of having to recall the encounter in all of its pain and pleasure.
She was reminded that she had a responsibility now to serve her elders' interests. Any games that Arvolexia chose to play would be of her own design, and though her wanton ventures were commended for their chaotic inspirations, they too must ultimately serve. On that vein, the first experiment had been a success; but it was due time to collect the pieces.
With Fargul's Warhounds set loose upon the trail, all that mattered now was how to temper her little prince once he'd been delivered. Raifael was still akin to an unhewn tongue of iron: damaging, unwieldy, and lacking the precision of a finely forged blade. But he could be molded if given proper motivation.
Arvolexia's fingers held up a prism of deep smokey hue and kissed the facets. At once a shock of ecstasy rippled upon her lips, tasting the sweet trepidations of the being trapped within.
She had just the right incentive.
The demon-witch, Arvolexia, sat perched upon the edge of her table, quietly staring into the empty room. Her blood talents had assuaged away the bruises marring her throat, but even so she could still feel the sting of those fingers and recall the breathlessness she'd felt just minutes ago. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and though her visitor had long abandoned the space, the solitude provided no respite. Instead, it brought on the slow, tantalizing torture of having to recall the encounter in all of its pain and pleasure.
She was reminded that she had a responsibility now to serve her elders' interests. Any games that Arvolexia chose to play would be of her own design, and though her wanton ventures were commended for their chaotic inspirations, they too must ultimately serve. On that vein, the first experiment had been a success; but it was due time to collect the pieces.
With Fargul's Warhounds set loose upon the trail, all that mattered now was how to temper her little prince once he'd been delivered. Raifael was still akin to an unhewn tongue of iron: damaging, unwieldy, and lacking the precision of a finely forged blade. But he could be molded if given proper motivation.
Arvolexia's fingers held up a prism of deep smokey hue and kissed the facets. At once a shock of ecstasy rippled upon her lips, tasting the sweet trepidations of the being trapped within.
She had just the right incentive.
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*Leldaren_Preypacer
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Leldaren saw the poster in the bazaar. From underneath his cowl, a grin formed across his lips. *So it begins..*
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*Theorum Of Neutrality
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Amir can be seen sniggering to himself whenever the topic of Raphael comes up - though, the Bleaker can be assumed to be suitably mad.