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Posted by Severus on November 9, 2008, 2:01 am, in reply to "thread..." “What we need is hatred. This was, of course, why Severus always made a point to influence those of power rather than possessing the power himself. For all the cunning he possessed he never seemed to remember it until he did something stupid, like become king or inherit a shard. Now, quite predictably (for us, not for him), Elemmírë rose from the bowels of the earth like some terrible golem, each step an earthquake in his delicate bones. If only the shard were something he could drop. He backpedaled away from her and Alcatraz, watching the velociraptor at her side out of the corner of his eye. The last thing he wanted was for it to get Jurassic on him when he had his back turned. Coward, the shard hissed at him, longing to be reunited with its twin embedded in the mare’s hip. Were his mind a physical entity it would have nodded enthusiastically – there is intelligence in cowardice, even if that intelligence only extends so far as to keep him breathing a day longer. “A deal?” Obviously he wasn’t troubled by the idea of being hated – it was who he was – but after the Primordium’s rather dramatic entrance he wasn’t about to write off the possibility of death. She could crush him on a whim, and Severus wouldn’t die for anything. “I have a deal for you.” The pale beast didn’t like feeling her earth element and not feeling powerful. That, too, must have been her shard’s doing; its power bled from her like a palpable thing, intoxicating him with the desire to have it but tempering that intoxication with an equal amount of dread. He gathered his head, shielding the angry welt of a scar on his neck instinctively despite knowing such was quite ineffectual. “I have use for this thing; let me activate it, and when I’m through with it it’s yours for the taking –” Severus narrowed his pale eyes and tilted his head, the expression almost a warning. “– and in return, you spare my life.” “Otherwise, I might as well let some other fool cut my throat so that in my dying moments I might have the satisfaction of making you wait.” He sneered, licking a trace of blood from his pale lip.
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- the wraith.
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