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Evento 15 de Julio Capultitlan En el Auditorio Municipal de Capultitlan celebrando XV Aniversario de Sonido La changa, con Hebers. Totalmente Gratuito

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Evento 25 de Junio en #Ixtapaluca

Evento 25 de Junio en #Ixtapaluca

Baile de Feria Anual en San Juan Tlalpizahuac, Ixtapaluca, con Hebers, Pancho, Monstruo, Panamá, Fantasía Latina, Monse Inicia 8 pm | En #MagiaSonidera tenemos para ti #PRESENTACIONES, #EDICIÓN DE #AUDIO, #VÍDEO, #LOGOS, #SAMPLERS, #BORDADOS, #ESTAMPADOS, #LONAS, #TARJETAS, #LLAVEROS, #BOLETAJE, #CARTELES, #SONORIZACION, #TECNOLOGIA Y TODO LO QUE NECESITES AQUI LO TENEMOS estamos en MÉXICO…

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Evento 24 de Junio en #San #Juan_Pueblo_Nuevo

Baile de Feria Anual en #San #Juan #Pueblo #Nuevo, con La #Changa, #Hebers, #Estrellas de la #Salsa Preventa $60 pesos Inicia 8 pm | En #MagiaSonidera tenemos para ti #PRESENTACIONES, #EDICIÓN DE #AUDIO, #VÍDEO, #LOGOS, #SAMPLERS, #BORDADOS, #ESTAMPADOS, #LONAS, #TARJETAS, #LLAVEROS, #BOLETAJE, #CARTELES, #SONORIZACION, #TECNOLOGIA Y TODO LO QUE NECESITES AQUI LO TENEMOS estamos en MÉXICO…

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"Don't. Touch. Him."

Send “Don’t touch her/him” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat

Baribus’ head lolled, his golden yellow eyes hooded and unfocused. His head felt stuffy and his thoughts hazy as if a fog had rolled into his mind, preventing all but the simplest thoughts. He felt ill and the incense his captor burned didn’t help.

The door to his room opened and a tall, blonde haired man stepped inside, flanked by what seemed to be a pair of dingy squires whose filthy frock coat sleeves seemed to stretch long past their arms. He made his way into the room, the air thickening as his blue eyes surveyed the leer through his thin-rimmed spectacles. The man smiled and approached Baribus, glancing down at his ankles and wrists to ensure he was properly secured in his seat.

There was a gentle pulse in the room as if the air itself were a muscle or giant gastrine. Baribus stirred, roused by force and echoing threwd. A faint smile of satisfaction crossed the blonde man’s lips.

“Mm, good. He’s becoming more responsive to the threwd. Very good.” He reached out to touch the leers forehead when the air shuddered and a voice growled from behind him.

“Don’t. Touch. Him.”

Blue eyes glinted from behind brass framed glasses as the man they belonged to turned to look at the dark queen before him, surprise written on his face. He hadn’t even heard her come in, and only just began to feel her disturbing his Threwd with something dark and wild, like a wicked steed or wretchin.

‘She must belong to the force they call magic,’ he thought and smiled as he withdrew his hand from the pale leer’s brow. ‘I’d best be wary of this one.’

The dingy squires turned as the air shuddered softly with the man’s threwd, their heads and faces obscured by tricorns and neutral opera masks. Their fellow jackstraws would be there soon to deal with this intruder. In the mean time, their master wanted to satiate his curiosity.

“Touch him?” the man crooned with a smile and rose to his feet. “My lady, the thought had never crossed my mind. Rest assured, I needn’t physical contact to accomplish my purposes. Isn’t that right Mr. Thatch?”

Baribus lifted his eyes, his face gaunt and sickly as he gazed up at his Queen. Part of him surged at the sound of her voice, filling his muddled mind with a bright mixture of emotions - surprise, relief, hope, and honor - before being brought down by a single wave of unparalleled dread.

“M-majesty,” he murmured, but his voice failed before he could finish his sentence. ‘You shouldn’t have come,’ he thought weakly. ‘You shouldn’t have come!’

His tormentor looked from him to Regina, his eyebrows rising high behind his golden bangs as he let out a cackle of laughter.

“Majesty? Cudgels man, I knew you were in with the Heraldy girl, but gaining the favor of a queen? You have been busy!”

The leer scowled feebly as his adversary settled down to an amused chuckle.

“Ah, my apologies, your majesty,” the blond man said with a smile, “I haven’t introduced myself. My name James Phelandus Hebers, I am the new Petchin of Altgird and Mr. Thatch here, belongs to me.”

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