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Date Posted: 03:40:54 01/09/03 Thu
In reply to:
Falissi
's message, "Hiss" on 03:53:43 01/07/03 Tue
His insane orbs flared as he saw her movement, though he was engulfed in the fresh, warm crimson. As the definition of reality fades, intelligence grows on a different level. A complicated one. But they didn't understand. And what wasn't understood was feared instead. The prominent red began to fade, amber beginning to show through. He was now in partial control, not fighting for full. Perhaps the ruthlessness and strength of the whirling red could be of use for discouraging such actions from the female..No, his blood was not to be spilled in some fit of insanity. Losing it in war, or a simple battle was fine. But he would not be gnawed on like a chewtoy when he was fully able to defend himself.
Demon was calm, collected. No tell-take giveaways of his plan, though he blazed inside. With a sudden, silent lunge Demon flung himself forward to barrel the other over, jaws snapping furiously at her descending maw to head it off before he ripped away and rose to his paws. Blood ran slowly down his leg to mix with hers' quickly, each step sending splashes of crimson about. Letha had managed to latch on, therefore the titan had to tear away to attack. His maw was dripping as well, a growl seeming to bubble and froth in a rumbling wave before spurting in a rush of terrifying thunder to drown out everything. Jowls were raised on his silky, bloody muzzle, fangs exposed and jaws clamped together. A trap in which countless had lost their lives, and an even larger number had been wounded. His hackles rose, blazing orbs narrowing. Insane, yes. But outright stupid? no. He was not stupid enough to allow himself to be injured. What should happen if he were attacked? Certainly his wound would be a bother, a nuisance that may cost him his life. His plume was arched high over his back, auds pinning as the amber began to return with every slight twitch-he was fighting for at least some control. But it was fighting too, a battle in the dark recesses of his mind.
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