A cold evil hiss betrays the sentiment of the demon behind that regal face. Her nails dig into his skin to remind him how vicarious his well-being is.
"Wrong, magician. We are more alive than we have ever been and shall be the true inheritors of this miserable earth long after your stock crumbles. Cattle is what you are. What you will remain." Her eyes glow white with malicious promise, before stalking away into the vapors of fog suddenly shifting into the room. Unnoticed before, but obvious now with the visibility of an already dimmed room decreasing and seeping into the dark passages to camoflauge her.
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Date: 2006-09-27 02:15 am (UTC)"Wrong, magician. We are more alive than we have ever been and shall be the true inheritors of this miserable earth long after your stock crumbles. Cattle is what you are. What you will remain." Her eyes glow white with malicious promise, before stalking away into the vapors of fog suddenly shifting into the room. Unnoticed before, but obvious now with the visibility of an already dimmed room decreasing and seeping into the dark passages to camoflauge her.
He put her in the mood to hunt.