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06-24-2013, 12:37 AM
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You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away and know when to run.
This bitch was an Assassin? This was the mare whom Chemical had attempted to free so she could return to them? Some welcoming committee, eh?
"Chemical. Lead soldier of the Assassins." Chemical chuckled, ears perked up. Adrixuara didn't scare her and any threat Chemical knew she could handle. But she was part of the Assassins and thus she was an ally. Anything else should be put behind them. Afterall, they were all a family, right? "So why don't we put this behind us to more decent introductions then, ally? I am Chemical. How are you on this starless and beautiful night?" As it truly was a starless and beautiful night but had she not been carrying a child she might have saw that. Had she not been carrying a child, many things would have been different. Including the seemingly increasing weight that seemed to be continuously adding on. It was getting harder to fly and while it wasn't much, it was apparent that she was having to exert energy much more to get off the ground. Anyone that had seen her agile, yet lean figure before could tell that it was certainly more bulky around her barrel now. She pushed these thoughts out of her mind and sighed "So you must be the Adrixaura that we were planning on rescuing from the Foothills, correct? I've heard good things about you."
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done. |
