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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Jun 6, 2007 12:55:55 GMT -5
“Because you are only a half demon, but even ‘you’ should be able to smell what I am.” he said, glaring at the man with fire in his eyes.
Durriken moved a hand behind his back and whiled a card to go to it. A small number of cards slowly came out and went into his hand. It would let him fight off any attacks and escape if need be.
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Post by Satu on Jun 6, 2007 15:57:07 GMT -5
Satu suddenly smelled something different about the gypsy. It was like an abnormal human being. She snarled. Are you a pure gypsy or a hybrid? she asked the gypsy. Maybe this smell could be coming from him or somewhere else. [/center]
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Post by Ryder on Jun 6, 2007 19:58:00 GMT -5
Ryder smirked at the gypsie. The comment about being only half demon taken as something of a derogatory statement in his mind. Then he saw the cards come out. He crossed his arms and laughed.
"Are you that timid spell-weaver? That you fear a half demon and a young demon....have you no manners....you show your paranoia and willingness to fight despite the mercy and compassion I have shown towards you...are all humans this naive...or are you just special in that case?"
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Post by Satu on Jun 6, 2007 20:36:40 GMT -5
Satu smirked at Ryder's comment. He made sense, though. She looked at the gypsy she knew that he was a hybrid, but the other half she could not determine. That she would have to find out the regular way. [/center]
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Jun 6, 2007 21:23:16 GMT -5
“My father was a warlock, so yes, I am a timid spell-weaver, but in blood only.” he said, squinting slightly to see the faint traces of the lines of fate around him. “You are calling me Paranoid? I learn from example, and I am surprised you haven’t sniffed out the source of my powers as of yet. Most other demons or lycans find out much sooner than this.” he said with scorn in his voice.
Why am I saying all this! Do I want to get myself killed! his mind spun wildly. He didn’t really understand why he was telling them all of this, he should have been happy they didn’t sniff out the powers of his cards. Most creatures who found him wanted to take them right away.
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Post by Ryder on Jun 6, 2007 23:16:51 GMT -5
Ryder smirked once more, sighing he shook his head. He looked the gypsie in the eyes as he bent his legs to squat down. bringing himself level with the man. His arms rested on this knees, hanging down in loose hands.
"I dont need to sniff it out...those cards you keep hold power...I may not be as blatant as my distant cousins...but I'm far from ignorant...And I am no lycan nor demon...I may be a half-breed...but i am not of either race. I walk my own path spell weaver. As do most of your kind I feel. You know rejection, I can see it in your eyes. Look into mine, tell me you cant see it there too...you and I, were alot alike..."
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Jun 8, 2007 14:12:56 GMT -5
Durriken let a mighty breath out to calm himself as he looked at Ryder with calm but strong eyes.
“Ah, if you check my words I have not said that you where a lycan though I did suspect it, and no, I look into your eyes and see that we have similarities but we are not alike. My rejection was brought upon my by nothing I could readily control, yours I see was not, it was more like that of something you caused yourself, or could have averted.” he said, knowing how to read people after doing so many readings for people. We travel similar trails, and our cards my cross many times in the future, but remember this, I am nothing like you. I am happy with myself, I am happy with the races mixed within me since I gained much more than any other Gypsy. For ages the magic in our blood has been locked, forever sealed by ignorance, but mine....mine was unlocked.”
A card behind his back, The Moon, glowed darkly for a moment before a shroud of unseeable inky blackness surrounded him, which faded a few moments later with him gone.
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Post by Ryder on Jun 10, 2007 23:11:38 GMT -5
Ryder sighed and shook his head, the gypsie accussed him of having control over what he was, said he was to blame, but how could that be. He never chose to be what he was, he had been born into it. but on his other point it struck home, as his words echoed on in his mind. ...but remember this, I am nothing like you. I am happy with myself, I am happy with the races mixed within me...Ryder muttered those words to himself over and over. It seemed so painful to think about.
Did the gypsie know more than he had said, was there something that Ryder was supposed to and was just to blind in his own self loathing to see it? Ryders whole world seem to break apart before his very eyes. He fell to his knees and hot tears slowly down his face.
"The gypsie is right....everyone has come to terms with what they are...except for me....I am blind...I am a fool...and yet it is that which has kept me from attaining the peace I search for..."
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Post by Satu on Jun 14, 2007 17:35:49 GMT -5
Satu smelled the odd power coming from the gypsy, but she wasn't sure if it really a powerful thing that she should be afraid of or laugh at. She forgot the fact and shrugged. I may not understand what you two are speaking of. I am pure of demon blood. So, I do not understand the fact of being a hybrid she said. [/center]
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Post by wowposter on Sept 2, 2008 14:00:45 GMT -5
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