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Date Posted: 16:24:33 10/17/03 Fri
Author: Ranya
Subject: ::Luck Be a Lady::
In reply to:
Damion Ryes
's message, "^|Prince of Darkness|^" on 02:06:04 10/16/03 Thu
-In a flurry of rustling skirts and fiery curls, Ranya burst into the remains of the great room- “Where is she? Where is that horrible brat!” -Demanded she, the coolness of her gaze had turned into a simmering glare as if the irises themselves had melted to jade embers. Her scarlet lips were pursed tight like a child’s pout and a scowl spoiled her otherwise pretty face. The shiner on her cheekbone throbbed painfully for a moment so that her hand flew to the ugly bruise. Turning to face Damion, she hissed through a clenched jaw- “Look at what that wench did!” –She let out a short sigh settling some and added with a twinge of gripe- “That whore struck me, not once..but twice!” -Bitterly she pointed to the dried blood on her chin and the cut on her lower lip, as well as explaining in full detail the appearance of another welt on her torso- “Well, I’m going to find her” -She said with a snip and flounced out of the area and into the halls-
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*grin* -- Mitch, 06:26:38 10/19/03 Sun
*Appearing by the wall at the end of the room. Only a grin was showing on her defiant face. Her arms crossed over her chest, both protectivly and in a look of power. She watchs as the prepy, suck-up for a servent stormed out of the room, then her eyes glance at Damion. She stays put, leaning lightly agenst the wall. She takes a low breath* Your House.. It needed to be remodeled. Isnt it beautiful now?
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^|Prince of Darkness|^ -- Damion Ryes, 15:09:03 10/20/03 Mon
Brute's gaze flickered over the bruises upon the flame-haired vixen's face and his mouth tightend in anger. Yes, Mitch was pressing it. He turned slowly when he heard her speak, emerald ooids fixing on her face. He smiled cruely, evil intent glittering in his eyes.
Lovely. My room...now...or I'll simply drag you there.
His voice broked no arguement and was deadly serious. Mitch needed to learn a lesson...
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*stand* -- Mitch, 15:14:33 10/20/03 Mon
*she stands, not moving. Her gaze not even flickering. She was learning how to act with this demon. Bloodlara and Alairic were a different story, they were two to be feared. But Damion.. the worst he could do was slap the shit out of her.. She'd had worse. Her arms stay on her chest and she doesnt move, just watches him. He wouldnt do anything.*
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^|Prince of Darkness|^ -- Damion Ryes, 15:19:20 10/20/03 Mon
He chukled as his mind caught her thoughts, the sound bitter and anger filled. He walked over to her, stopping only inches away. One hand wrapped itself in the tendrils of her stringy hair while the other stayed at his side.
Oh, don't worry. I'll keep my promise that I won't touch you.
He pulled at her hair just enough to where it would sting, and then wrapped his mental leash about her whole body, making it difficult for her to move. He started towards his room, her in tow behind him...
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*clench* -- Mitch, 15:26:47 10/20/03 Mon
*She clenches her teath, but kept her promise to herself about not making a sound. She struggles with all her might, and does a good job at it. Making it difficult to be pulled. She was being pulled though.*
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