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[heliinx]

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"No! No-no more DAEMON-THINGS."

Heliinx calls upon her magic, only to find it isn't there, thanks to the collar around her throat. And upon that discover, her frustrated rage all but dies. She becomes the very picture of reasonableness in the seconds that follow, eyes glancing about for a hiding spot.

"Why you here? What Blood God want now-now?!"

[skxrbrand]

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“ I tire of these games rat. You try my patience.” The Bloodthirster stands up, looming over the rat king when next he comes poking around. “ What you seek is no prize and I will show you that it isn’t.”

[xaallo]

2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.

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2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.

Sudden storms were always aggravating at first. A nice, sunny day suddenly interrupted by the clamor of thunder, the hails of rain. Xaallo had gone from casually stroking to tearing through the wet, finding shelter in a barn to groom the water from his fur. But grumbling had turned into quiet appreciation. There was nothing like the soothing sound of rain upon a roof, even from a storm as harsh as this.

And something else must've had the same idea, for the barn day open and something black flitted it's way in. Large, odd-eyed, and smelling of wet fur. Clouds darkened the sky; the barn itself was already dim and so Xaallo failed to make them out.

Deciding not to reveal himself, he pressed into the corners of the old edifice instead, golden eyes locked onto wherever he believed them to be.

[skxrbrand]

.... Oh. oh.... oh alright... He didn't know this one, but Gordon decided he quite liked them. He removed his crown and spun it on his finger, eyeing the Khornate. "My oh my and thank you thank you~ " He grins.

"Khazaan never told me he had a good looking sibling." He offers his crown. "Please, the gifts are for the three of you. and this for you, a token of my gratitude." and favor...

Kha'xanzyr's stoic neutrality, practiced over eons and over myriad diplomatic missions, cracks immediately. He takes Gordon's crown, the thing small in his great red hands, and he makes a fist. Easily, the metal crunches and then, without breaking Gordon's gaze, he drops the thing in the dirt.

The Bloodthirster turns without a word, stalking off after his army.

[xaallo]

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He didn't believe the thing's intentions to be malicious. At least, no one could say it had killed anyone, though Okaal rather suspected that was a matter of time. A 'yet' more than a 'never'. In any case, there was damage. Injuries and destruction of property by the mysterious, purple, long-bodied being that no one could seem to catch but several claimed to see. Even some of his own force, who's technology had failed them. Finest in the Galaxy and it had been ineffective.

But that's why Okaal was here. Accounts clearly put the thing as supernatural, a demon of some kind. Even his headmate, Isseslai, had no clue as to it's origin. Nothing I've eaten or otherwise, it he commented. It was all the confirmation Okaal had needed.

He felt a bit silly, walking around with a blade crafted from blessed silver, melted down and reforged into a deadly shape. Silly, but prepared. Unlike his contemporaries, he had no plans to fail.

[apexulansis]

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If there was one thing that Zovariy preferred to do alone more than anything else, it was scavenge for resources. There was no lack of it back home; they barely had to do anything to have their developments fully funded. Yet in a way, they couldn't help but feel that it defeated much of the journey starting somewhere so easy. They were never afraid of getting their hands dirty, regardless of what those who knew nothing of them outside of their origins assumed. Working with what you've built yourself instead of what was simply handed to you — that was much more rewarding. They didn't need or want the hand holding. The assistance.

That meant they didn't want to encounter others, and they didn't bring any beyond their own bio-drones (carcasses of predacious creatures reanimated by Dominion technology). Zovariy made an effort to avoid prying eyes; the Head-Hunter was cloaked and so were they in their armor until they reached the innards of a cavern system. Their figure was obscured by the metal plates, seeming more synthetic than organic right down to the extra pair of limbs that functioned as rotating drills, ones they put to use by the time their cybernetics finally located a vein worth harvesting.

It was dark and enclosed. It would be pitch black were it not for the subtle red glow of their armor and their eyes. For a kariian, it was familiar. Especially when they happened to be mining. But this was still an alien world. And so, while they had managed to avoid sapients, even though their cloak of invisibility was now dropped, they weren't yet off their guard. Besides... Sound carried easily through these stony halls. The sound of their drilling, but also of unwanted company.