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Post by Blake on Mar 7, 2006 18:02:56 GMT -5
"Ugh," Blake grunted, then mumbled something. Sure, he'd answer, but he wasn't going to speak clearly. It wasn't right. It just wasn't right. He was going to ignore the part about his personally hygiene, though. For a cat, he didn't really care much about that sort of thing.
((I am really having a case of Can't Write Blake Right Now syndrome.))
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Post by Eredor on Mar 8, 2006 14:32:14 GMT -5
"A moron of short words I see. Good, now listen carefully. You are aware of Kora, Goddess of Chaos correct? How couldn't you be, wonder upon the universe that she is. Honestly the bad reputation she gets from you ignorant mortals... all she tries to do is liven up this realm... ah but I digress. In any case, Kora is planning some sort of grand trick on your realm and I want you to keep an eye on it for me. If you see anything that might make it go awry then I want it rectified. Also, I need you to be as unfriendly as possible to one Dre Takeme. A garnet dragon of negligible power and little intelligence which I'm sure you can relate to. I want you to insult, aggravate, and irritate Takeme as much as possible, understood?" Eredor had been pacing like a general while he said this and as he ended he gave the tiger a severe look.
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Post by Blake on Mar 8, 2006 16:31:26 GMT -5
"Who am I to challenege the divine powers of a god?" Blake said, in an almost sarcastic tone. "You seem to have something out for this Takeme guy, that's for sure. We'll probably get along just great," he rolled his eyes. The tiger didn't get along well with much of anybody he didn't want to get along with. The last comment was definitely, then, another sardonic one. "Your instructions shouldn't be too hard to follow." Any of this was worth it for what Eredor could do to him if he didn't follow instructions.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 8, 2006 16:55:04 GMT -5
"Good lad." He patted the tiger on the side of the face with his gauntleted hand. "Now run along. You don't want to be late do you? Just keep wandering in whatever direction you were going to wander in. Have fun. Pretend like you don't have a god breathing down your neck waiting to smite you should you do something... unsavorable." Eredor backed away and then snapped his fingers, dissipating into thousands of wisps of smoke, each one with the voice of one of the tigers victims, each one making the same sound they made before he killed them. (Not that he's killed thousands of people. Only so many as the amount he's killed.)
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Post by Blake on Mar 8, 2006 17:05:02 GMT -5
Blake flinched. He still didn't like to be touched. Hearing all that racket just made him shake his head. Too loud, in the cats opinion, and so he the tiger turned his ears in the opposite direction, as felines tend to do. He headed out of the tavern. After what had happened there.... well, he'd never visit that place again.
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Post by Kiari on Mar 15, 2006 6:35:50 GMT -5
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