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Post by LYRA MALKAVIA on Jul 15, 2013 16:59:15 GMT -5
The three beings before here did nothing more than continue ripping their prey to pieces. They offered her nothing, no glimpses, no cries, no flies. They were simply rude weren't they. All three of them had all of these flies, they had so many that they could have spared some surely? But no, they were hogging them all to themselves, and that simply would not do. Her cheery face would diminish, her eyes would become heavy, low and blank. Her smile was now nothing more than a horizontal line on her face. Little miss sunshine had gone, and now she was bored with these things before her. She would raise her hand to her face, biting her thumb so hard and deeply that blood was soon pouring from this small open wound. "Oh blade of darkness..."It was time to teach them a lesson. "Thy master calls thy name..." The zombies continued to eat the flesh off of the bones until soon nothing would be left. But the blood from her thumb would now trail its way down her hand and drop onto the floor beneath her. "Sing the song of the dead..."Magic started to swirl around the girl, and the fresh blood that had been spilled caught the interest of the closes zombie. "Sing for me, Tyrfing!"A burst of dark magic, a large magical circle and the bubbling anger of malevolence had started to pour through to this world. Something was coming forth, through the circle, to do her bidding. Her trusted familiar, servant and bodyguard, the demon blade, Tyrfing. It would rise from the circle, through the small puddle of blood beneath it, and as it passed through the blood it would soak it up into itself. With the blood drunk, the payment had been completed and Tyrfing was now ready for action. <Time to play m'lady?> Indeed it was, indeed it was.
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