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Date Posted: 11:23:31 02/24/03 Mon
In reply to:
Vain
's message, "Laughter" on 10:49:28 02/24/03 Mon
"unique is only a state of mind." the creature spoke calm, even as this young thing mocked him by shifting body. "there are only two to make me cease to be, and you are not one of them." Golden eyes become crimson, tamperings with fate and destiny intertwined in a being that should not be. The blood of god wafted through the air, only more inticing a bloodlust not too long forgotten. The air was thick and heavy with the scent, the only smell to counteract it was the musk of this odd creature. A stand off, a ritual known for eons and millienia, only to always become a stalemate and the two to go their seperate ways. But this was the flaw, the ever lasting challenge of that law, there would be no stalemate here. No drawn out perverted game of chess. Only short, and sweet, and to the point.
Glass shattered across reality, a vision of something to come perhaps. A flash of silver teeth, the insane were never good sport. The creature only smiled with each bombardment on the shield with some kind of spike. Each small hole drained of it energy, but quickly replaced over with new. An infinate loop of circulation. seconds perhaps, an instant healing so to speak. Each hole stank of Null, even as spike continued to strike the sheild, most never even now peircing through. It only took a taste before it was known. And to be known, was to be no more. Forever trapped unless the creator of it could be destroyed.
"Oh ye whom thinks you can defeat me, know your time has come to test that theory."
Claws feet spread, oh however much he looked like some kind of demon, but never was such. Demons were beyond him, below him. He was destined as something so much....greater.
"come for me then, my "bane". Null awaits for you. And I assure you, it is a lover's wait, and its embrace for you will be its last."
The cat lept for its pray, talons spread and innates flying high, hoping infinately the mouse -would- fight back.
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