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12-19-2016, 04:15 PM
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This one was a rather cultured Vampire; he'd tasted quite a lot of what the animal kingdom had on offer. It was not as if there was a menu or a waiter though - Hunting and gathering were your only options as primal and hideous as it was to the gilded gelding. However, he had never tasted turtle before. And so it was this intrigue that caused him to stalk that dreadful rock-like creature across the snow. He followed at a great distance, waiting until the turtle was the size of a pea i nthe distance before he would continue on behind the decrepit thing. Toulouse would assume he was most incredibly lost, given most turtles only lived in the sea or in warm rivers. "Are you... looking for something?" the pale T'detan asked the creature upon arriving at the tree, though soon he found that he was not alone - in fact quite the party had arrived. This was a rather important turtle apparently. Taking in the stone-thing's insructions, the pale one gave a shrug and looked over what he had on his person besides the precious bejweled kaftan he wore. There was no way he would strip in front of strangers - of course these savage helovians didn't mind standing naked in the snow but he was a creature of pure sophistication was he not? So the serpent settled on an elegant piece of fabric, one he kept with him from a former life. It could of been a piece off his head scarf (it matched in texture and colour) but the idea that his scarf was torn sent him into a bit of a tatter and so quickly threw it from his minds eye. It was tiny, pocket-sized even, but it fit snugly between some pine needles. He needn't give any kind of speech to the on-lookers did he? The scarves he wore were designed to cover the vicious scarring on his flanks and where almost the entirety of his manhood was taken - there was no way he was standing up to this happy gathering and telling them of that. Happy magic day? By the four, I'm going home. |
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I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
