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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jul 1, 2013 11:03:18 GMT -5
HANG THE HEADLESS UPSIDE DOWN TO DRAIN
A date to the demon was no more than a dungeon - he had no interest in the girl romantically, did not wish to court her as a human might. In his mind, humans were nothing but cattle, or glorified stepping stones for his own agenda, even Ciceros, while a pleasant vessel to do business with, only seemed a bit better than the average man. His shell was still mortal after all. No, if he wanted to take Ayame for himself, there would be less romance and more force, force in which he was used to his own methods of courting. In such ways, they simply couldn't say no, unless their force overpowered his own.
A rare occurrence, but it happened sometimes. Helot had already bested the destruction mage once before and knew he could do so again should his fancy ever be ticked by the dark haired wench.
He pitched back a yawn, rolling his eyes once he heard Ayame nag. Did she have to start this now when they were entering uncharted magical towers? This was the exciting part, not dragging alone a mortal to share the glory of completing it, yet partners were smarter than throwing yourself head first into a place that you don't know if its abandoned or not.
" I'm pretty sure I mentioned it, unless you weren't paying any attention." His own coat seemed not needed with his ability to regular his own blood flow. If at any time she was going to drop on him, he'd relinquish his own coat and give it to her if merely to continue on that slab of flesh into the tower.
They were on the first floor, so he assumed they needed to ascend using some kind of stairs or magical transport so he looked for the obvious signs first, his nostrils flaring to catch the stale scents of ice and winter. Then, blinking he spotted something in the corner of his eyes and found a flight of winded stairs and headed towards them. No doubt it would get more cold and more dangerous as they ascended.
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