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Date Posted: 23:34:58 12/14/09 Mon
Author: Lucian
Subject: gooood time cowboy casanoooooooova
In reply to: Tarot 's message, "somehow, I'm not impressed." on 17:26:44 12/14/09 Mon

Lucian appeared almost bored watching his pet fae and brother squabble. Without flicking a muscle, the enchanted bangles jerked to life; wintry iron smoldering against her tender flesh. Just as instantly, the jewelry became lifeless spools of metal. His response to the situation was fairly obvious. Just like a prong collar instantly tightening around the throat of misbehaving dog, the elder bastard jerked on the bangles and promptly gave slack as a warning. While he did enjoy Tarot for all her fun and games, there would be no melting of things when he brought her home. If anyone was going to tear his shit up, it was going to be him. That habit would have to be broken immediately.
His brow arched slightly. Oh Lucian was NOT amused. When Lucian gets quiet such as he was, shit was about to hit the fan. So everyone best start heading for their bunkers to duck and cover. Slivers of ice swirled amid the clouds as they formed overhead. In the distance, his shadow beasts bayed, snapping and growling amongst their selves; blood would be spilt in the near future and they were famished. Above the angry clouds and lightening, a blood curdling shriek pierced one down to the soul. Lucian was nothing like his father or any other member of his family (though, more like Lezedi than anyone else); he was a hell of a lot worse. Shitdamnfuck. Lucian was going all Carrie on everyone now.

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