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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 17:29:32 GMT -5
"i tell you right now that I highly despise the thought..." she said sharply.
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Kaldaka/Traveller
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Post by Kaldaka/Traveller on Nov 21, 2005 17:29:45 GMT -5
Kaldaka's veins boiled- he talked of teaching her. Her finger gripped her dagger convulsively as she took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. "Normally I appreciate knowing the name of somebody I might be learning from," she said cautiously, making it sound as if she might be ready to learn from him.
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Viktor Delacro
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 17:41:06 GMT -5
Viktor's eyes lit with a dark fire. These girls were so full of hate. They nearly overflowed. They would become students. In time, they would. No one ever took kindly to it when it happened, but it always did. They'd refuse, but the want of power would bring them back. They always come back.
"You want to strike me with your dagger, young one. You would like to see me hurt as well, Guinevere? Then do so, show me if you are worth my time to show you the path to power."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 17:43:23 GMT -5
Guinevere quickly drew her blade, her relfexes quick for she drew it before he finsihed speaking. "Something about you I do not trust... I do not respect those I can not trust."
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 21, 2005 17:53:32 GMT -5
"Trust?"
Viktor laughed.
"Respect?"
He again laughed.
"I expect neither. I expect you to listen. To learn. Trust is for politicians, not warriors. Respect is a disguise of fear and I see you have no fear. Your blade is drawn, shall we start the lesson?"
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Post by Penelope Van Degroul on Nov 21, 2005 22:45:08 GMT -5
Penelope walks into the cemetery. she heads towards the back of the cemetery, towards the wall. she saw two lowly graves. they had the name van degroul on them. these were her parents, killed brutally by warriors.:
:she knelt down next to the grave, placing a white lily on both of there graves. tears fled her brown eyes as she wiped them away: i do miss you horribly
:her voice soft and calm. she pulled down her hood and long red hair flowed in the wind: i will be safe do not worry for me
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Post by Kaldaka/Traveller on Nov 22, 2005 6:24:19 GMT -5
Kaldaka merely stood, immobile in the cold cemetary, every fiber of her being longing to strike out, to kill this man in front of her. Or, better yet, to capture him. To take him away to some place where he would always be greeted by her face- where he would endure pain beyond belief. Controlling her longing, she said calmly, "A lesson? Of what sort?"
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 12:35:39 GMT -5
"In humility, my brazen one. Your rage and your hate is still a nebulous thing, it needs a razor's edge. It must be sharp and cruel. I'm starting to wonder about your worthiness to my proposal, as I see I am not dead yet."
Viktor lowered his arms to his side and pulled his cloakc over himself.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 22, 2005 14:19:19 GMT -5
Guin gripped her swrod tightly, her blood heating at the thought of a fight. She raised the shimmering blade, staring at her own face which reflected into the blade. She saw her mother behind her, resting a hand upon her shoulder.
"My child this is not who you are... you have the heart of a warrior yes, but not of a murderer..."
Her mothers voice faded, as did the image of her. Guin signed, lowering her blade. "I am not a murderer... I fight for what is right, not for my own pleasure of watching the innocent die..." she said softly.
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Post by Kaldaka/Traveller on Nov 24, 2005 17:52:43 GMT -5
Kaldaka controlled herself, the grip on her dagger tightening convulsively in an effort to remain calm. "Ah," she said lightly, "But it wouldn't do to try to hurt someone who might be my teacher, now would it? For I might succeed." Her eyes were cold, the momentary warmth that had flickered in them when she spoke to Guinevere quenched by the pain she felt.
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 27, 2005 19:39:13 GMT -5
"You might succeed, you say. You do not know. You have not tried. I must leave this place now. You think on my proposal, and remember, I do not take kindly to refusal."
Viktor tightened his cloak and walked slowly out of the graveyard.
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Post by Kaldaka/Traveller on Nov 28, 2005 7:13:24 GMT -5
Kaldaka watched him move slowly out of the cememtary, then turned to Guinevere. "I am Kaldaka," she said warmly. "Please to meet you."
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[glow=red,2,300]Since The first time our eyes met, I've loved you. Knowing that we will be together for an eternity and more is the only true happiness I've ever known. Never let me wake from the dream that is your love...[/glow]
