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Date Posted: 11:33:50 12/31/02 Tue
In reply to:
Letha
's message, "Nay" on 09:35:10 12/31/02 Tue
(OOC: Do you have MSN? I'm extremely, extremely bored. chijiresusu14@hotmail.com)
The male twitched slightly, crainia jerking to the side before returning to its' original state. He was fighting it, fighting the whirling red. A losing battle, of course. During that time in the massacre, none had seen the brute twitch spasmatically before bursting forward to tear the male 'SwItCh' apart. He had been fighting it at first, for he knew that when his insanity took control all were in danger. Eventually it had won, and the rest was known to all. The metallic scent broke through his thoughts, and his crania stretched, pink tongue slipping out to lick the congealing blood on his left shoulder. He watched the female out of the corner of his eye, the iris having gone completely red. No longer was the relaxed Demon there, but the true Demon, the one hidden so well. The one that had killed a whole pack of malamute hunting dogs in a fit of rage when they took him from his family... The male didn't reply, but instead cleaned his shoulder of the blood, insanity growing with every taste. So his instinct had been confirmed. She was almost like him, insane. His orbs closed slightly as the crimson flow rolled down his throat..caressing his tongue so softly...He remained standing, auds flicking once in a while.
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