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Posted by primordium. on March 8, 2009, 2:29 pm, in reply to ""gotta cut away, clear away." -- thread"
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Her watches her, skilled eyes lingering over her; beautiful. He considers her rage, the feeling and smouldering scent of charring earth clinging to her. He does not shiver, instead he chuckles, listening to her and the demanding tone in her voice. He takes a moment and narrows his eyes, "What's the point of a name." he says, the earth shivering beneath his feet as he walks towards her, his yellow eyes ablaze. He breathes, and silently stops as he comes close to her, the natural toxins and poisons of the earth building around them at his command. He does not say anymore then a whisper, "What is it you desire most?" the seer is still, "I can give it to you." he breathes, his eyes aflame and body quivering for only a moment. The shard screams, and flesh is rapt with pain. He uses the earth against her, his seer abilities prying into her mind.
She would be dizy, hazy, and just slightly beginning to feel a numb sensation in her lips, the mixture of sedatives and psychoative spores... all commanded by him.
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