Post by aPPY on Jan 25, 2012 18:22:56 GMT -5
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"other characters' speech"She agreed and he smiled, stepping to the side and motioning with his head for her to stand. Another warrior to fight for his cause. Yes! And a skilled one, at that. He would win this war, he would. He could tell that she did not like the situation, not at all, but she had chosen to take the offer, and that's all that he had wanted. If she proved to be too much of a bother, he could always kill her afterward. Her allegiance only useful enough to fight against the opposers, then, she being too unpredictable and inclined to strike against him, he would have to dispose of her. It was only right though, that he should do so. He should be the only one to have such marks grace his pelt and set him apart; for he was the Lord, after all. Such commoners would only be characterized by the plainness that they possessed.
Once the mare stood, he turned, intending to travel to where the others waited for his orders, for her to join in with the masses. "Come, then, mon papillon impuissant," he said, picking up a slow trot while keeping a trained eye on her. It wouldn't do to win the deal and then turn ones back on the untrusted, no? Not that she could get the better of him any how. He would always win. He was Ramaskith. He was the Lord.==Author's Comments
. Word Count 242
. Notes - mrehh...done? lol.
. Muse - bleh.
. Tags - none?
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