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Post by LYRA MALKAVIA on Aug 7, 2013 16:31:51 GMT -5
From the abyss came forth a demonic blade, with a long red sash that moved like an arm, a single eye that never blinked, and a purpose. A purpose to defend his mistress. It had been quite some time since Tyrfing had use his own powers to come forth to this world, usually he required a blood gift from his mistress to come forth. The magic that ran through her veins was the contract that they shared, their bond, so by using it as a conduit, he could call forth all the power her needed as he linked them together. Now he had used his own powers and it had come as a bit of a strain to the old boy. He had been so used to using Lyra as the conduit to draw power from that he had almost forgotten how it felt to use his own powers. It was as if someone who had learned levitation at a young age, never having to walk or use their own legs, but one day that power is gone and you have to remind the body how it works again. Morrigan was a sharp tack, moving immediately from her current location. If she had remained, well it would have gotten very cramped very quickly, two women, one fully grown, and a demonic blade all trying to occupy in the same small area. The blade rose upwards and soon the dark energies were confined to a single body, the vessel that was Tyrfing. There he floated on the surface on the human world once more, although a tiny shaky at first as he came to grips with everything. He would look this way and that, first at his mistress and then at the woman who was currently holding said mistress. If he could laugh, well he would be. It wasn't everyday his unruly mistress could be taken down a peg, not that he would say anything about it, or admit it. But it was still there, that little thoguht in his mind. Soon his eye would fall to Morrigan and remain there, looking her straight in the eyes, well if not for the mask. Moving slowly and casually, well floating slowly and casually, he made a few inches further towards the two women, realising that due to her styance, she was ready to strike at any given moment. Whta to do then? Oh, of course. <Excuse me, but would you mind unhanding her, if you would be so kind?> The voice would be directly into Morrigans head. But still, well well, he had finally decided to talk to another person apart from his mistress.
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