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Born: September 10, 2017 Forum Topics Started: 1
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Last five threads posted in:
ForumSubjectLast Post
RealmArt Extravaganza
Created by Kellie Auber
10/22/17
New YorkA Night on the Town - The Samurai and the Artist
Created by Kenshin Himura
10/22/17
New YorkAll Work And No Play
Created by Raven Dragoon
10/21/17
MoscowNew beginnings, endless amounts of hope
Created by Kellie Auber
10/05/17
TokyoA New Home
Created by Kellie Auber
09/24/17
Nabumot 10/17/17 In a surprisingly human gesture, Nabumot's left eyebrow climbed to come to an artful peak halfway up his forehead. His lips parted slightly before pulling into a full grin that displayed tapered, needle-sharp teeth that interlocked on an inward curve. It had been quite some time since his mind had been read, though he had not truly prepared for the possibility. His own fault, really. Rust? Perhaps. "Times change and sacrifices do as well. Thy body might serve in the stead of something clean. To defile the already defiled has a certain pleasure all its own." He commented not that she had dug into his mental faculties but a wall was put up nonetheless, something that would block the simple mental intrusion into the private bastion of his brainscape.
Nabumot 10/17/17 Standing solo in this new, modern Realm that was so far different than his memories of walking Above, Nabumot felt the growth of a presence as it approached. There was power in the creature that moved in his direction. There was no preparation, for there was no need. He could feel the malevolence, sure, but it was malevolence not directed at him, or so he thought. His tongue flicking between his lips in a nearly spasmodic gesture, the Gallu didn't turn at the voice as he tasted of its form upon the air. No facial expression followed. Calm. "I thank thee, Fallen," he said, taking a guess as to her nature. "Thy welcome would suit mine tastes better were't to be accompanied by worthy sacrifice." Arrogance oozed from every pore of his weak, human form. It was an admonition, truly, that she had dared approach without worthy payment for the pleasure of his presence. Only then did the man turn, his eyes piercing the darkness to lock onto the gaze of one of his... cousins? Something like that.
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