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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 8, 2006 20:31:01 GMT -5
Raven hadn’t been talking about Daemon. She had been talking about her own husband. Why oh why had she thought about Daemon? True, his sounded similar to Raven’s husband’s story, but there was no reason her mind should have thoughts of him. Everything has a price. She couldn’t back down now. Steeling her nerve and her resolve as Raven started circling her, Jaenelle pierced her with her ancient gaze.
“I thought you were mentioning another slave who got passed around from Queen to Queen, although he remained bound to Dorothea by the Ring of Obedience. I knew him in my childhood at one time.” she told the other woman coolly, her face remaining passive and betraying no emotion.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 9, 2006 14:39:54 GMT -5
Raven Smirked. "An old boyfriend?" She asked. She was still circling the woman. SHe took out her knife agan and started spinning it. It was a comfort to her to watch the cold spinning metal of the blade she'd made her first kill with.
She was far to absorbed in the blades spinning to really notice much else of annything. But still she kept circling Jaenelles and cold smirk touching her lips.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 9, 2006 19:47:29 GMT -5
The knife found its way back into Raven’s hands, and just to be fair, the bladed Eyrien sticks found their way back into Jaenelle’s hands. She held them in a relaxed grip, however, since she really didn’t think Raven would attack her. They had gotten past that point a good twenty minutes ago, thank the Darkness. She really didn’t want to get into another fight. She wasn’t particularly in the mood. Right now, she just wanted to go back to the Kaeleer Hall and tuck into bed with the book Daemon bought her that was based on Khary. She hadn’t had much time to read anything as of late, and that book had seemed interesting, after all.
“No. Not an old boyfriend.” she replied back just as coldly, stopping herself from snarling out of anger or annoyance. Daemon had been nothing more than friend back then, even though she did have the slightest crush on him. Now he was so much more than just a boyfriend- not like this assassin had any reason to know anything about her personal life.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 10, 2006 14:44:10 GMT -5
"Then what is he. You seem to care about him, why else would you gte so mad at me for no reason?" She asked with a smirk. SHe pressed the knife's edge to her lips, makeing them bleed, She licked the blood of as if it were nothing.
Her eyes never left Jaenelle. A predatory smirk was coming to her mouth, and there was the becommings of a dangerous glint in her eyes. She was reverting, slowly, but it was happening.
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 10, 2006 16:08:04 GMT -5
Jaenelle shook her head after a moment, giving up on the argument. There was absolutely no point arguing with the woman, and there was always a chance she didn’t recognize Daemon’s first name. Most people only knew him as The Sadist, after all. “He’s my husband.” she replied flatly, although her eyes were like dangers.
Raven licked the knife after cutting herself, and the random thought about Saetan needing more fresh blood crossed her mind. She hadn’t given him anything except her tonics in years, and when he returned to Hell, she hadn’t given him anything. Well, there was one more thing added onto her To Do list.
“And why are you so interested?” she voice after a moment, eyeing the woman carefully. She raised the bladed war sticks up just a little higher, her grip becoming more on edge as the minutes past.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 21, 2006 19:38:22 GMT -5
"Oh, put that thing away, I'm not going to attack you, you'd be no fun to hunt, and you're blood is probably sour." She said, smirking amusedly. Her eyes went back to the blade. It was as if she'd lost all interest in Jaenelle.
She moved to sit down on a rather large rock that had probably been part of the wall. "I'm bored of you now."
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Post by Jaenelle Angelline on Aug 21, 2006 19:47:43 GMT -5
Jaenelle raised an eyebrow in silent question as Raven abruptly changed the subject. True, she did that often too, but Raven’s subject change was too random. Deciding to give the woman the benefit of the doubt for now, she lowered the blades and vanished them easily, her Twilight’s Dawn jewel morphing into the appearance of a Purple Dusk.
“Bored of me?” she repeated, mildly glad that Raven had forgotten about the whole Daemon discussion for the moment. “If that’s so, then I really have to reason to be staying here, now, do I?” Grabbing a hold of the winds now would take her away from here, and she could ride them back into the Shadow Realm easily enough. Going back to the standing SaDiablo Hall, taking a nice long bubble bath and then curling up with a new novel sounded extremely appealing at the moment.
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