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Date Posted: 00:22:54 11/19/09 Thu
Author: Lucian
Subject: Consider This Party Officially Crashed.
In reply to: Zeth 's message, "It's not coming...it's leaving you should take into consideration" on 23:42:56 11/18/09 Wed


Papa don’t preach, you’re in trouble deep. Lucian could very well be the worst male ever to set foot on this plain, but he could also be the best villain at the same time. He accepted his very nature from an early age. There were no excuses for Lucian. Nurture can only temper Nature so much. His slate hued eyes possessed a coldness that even Zeth lacked; daddy’s would be considered more icy while’s his wicked son erred more on the side of arctic. While kittens such as Zeth occasionally played with their claws retracted, monsters such as Lucian felt no need to conceal his.

‘Far too late for that.’

Indeed. Fury’s fragrance had already been noted and stored away for future use. Should the urge arise, Lucian could always send one of his shadow beasts to hunt her down and drag her kicking and screaming to his table. Dressed in jeans and a black tshirt, Lucian stuck out like a sore thumb without his leather jacket in the chill air. Perhaps a part of him secretly desired others to notice him. Why should he? The last assassin to try his hand at Lucian was fed to his lovely flock of harpies. Oh but his devastating good looks! When one had a death wish, they probably wished for something along the lines of Lucian. He oozed arrogance from the swagger in his step to the mocking laughter slapped upon the smirk inherited from his mother.

‘You can just call him asshole. He’ll answer to that.’



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