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06-13-2013, 06:51 PM
would you mind if I killed you?
Forever enshrouded in silence, he watched the political proceedings through calculating, cold eyes. The Constrictor, with her own measures of brutality, the ingénue Ophelia, with her head in the clouds, lined with shambles of ignorance, the wounded Empress with a temper brewing in the midst of rancor. He studied, malicious machinations coiling in the hedonistic reverie of his infernal desires; the witness, the flame, the living death breathing in their midst, poised for protection, prosed for annihilation. He was layered in their midst for assurance and insurance, but the behemoth, the terror, the horror, still listened, still considered and reviewed the words seeping from mercenary mouths and woven junctures, possible lies fragmented into decrees, specious whims spoken as sonnet and laurels. Proposals wrought in two different venues, guardians and protectors, warriors and soldiers, shades forgotten in snippets of passing tirades and fuming ailments, and the cold, chiseled exterior of his statuesque frame rekindled an earlier affirmation, to cement the tides of their purpose. Chilling and glacial, a reminder of what they sought – for why would anyone offer and bestow remuneration on something they didn’t want, didn’t claim, didn’t render useful? “We will not pay for unwanted services.” Not defenders, but fighters. Either the Grey could grant them what they’d come for, or they would not receive what’d they wished; the transactions were simple, but he presumed a layering, a lacquering, an enamel they were unaware and ignorant of, materials dipped in shadow, not revealed in the light. What possessed Ktulu, other than a long-standing grudge, to shirk from their sentiments? What had happened to their cut and dry assertions and declarations of avaricious pursuits and upheavals, to their acquisitive, grasping holds? Or did they play favorites, extracted prizes from those preferred, a lying midst of partisanship and partiality, a hypocrisy driven from the unknown?would you mind if I tried to?
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