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Date Posted: 17:38:09 08/14/09 Fri
Author: Kayda
Subject: ~* ... Maker Of Darkness ... *~
In reply to: Khalid 's message, "~Beware The Demoness~" on 11:30:57 08/11/09 Tue

A low growl of sorts, though barely angry, let alone, threatening as it had been before, came forth. He too silently celebrated that he had managed to dodge her wildly clawing hand. Where she was shallow, he was vain. Not to say he did not take great pleasure in watching his female walk about (especially unclothed) but he took more pride in his appearance. He ran a large hand to smooth his somewhat mussed tresses back to his head, just slightly shorter than the last time she had seen him. It appeared that he must have threatened some human barber into giving him a bit of a haircut. It's a shame she had to miss out on that. It would have been quite a scene. Upon her calming, he took the opportunity to quickly scan his eyes over her form, previously dangerous eyes glinting with mischief. As he took the firm shove to the chest, he understood what it was intended as and of course, just because he knew what she ment, did not necessarily mean he would act upon it. This time, though, seeing her sudden change of demeanor, he knew it was probably even the right thing to do for him.

"Take me home. Get me the hell out of here."

Her words cut through his silent commentary to himself, a slight smirk crossing his lips. As you wish. He hissed venomously, suddenly picking her up and swinging her over his shoulder, carrying her much like a sack of potatoes, starting off in the general direction of Sara's Palace.

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