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Posted on June 30, 2013 at 10:24:11 PM by sperantia
que estoy viviendo ahora This was wrong. This was all wrong. At her question, Mallos visibly had to take a moment to self-calm in a traditional manner: by closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He never did that. Mallos had exceptionally good emotional control and, even on the occasion when he lost his temper, he never had to employ such mainstream and obvious methods. Diplomats couldn’t, or else they gave their opponents and advantage. His tone, when he spoke, had a cold note to it such as he hadn’t used to her for years. While his words may have been typically enigmatic, they didn’t sit well with Sperantia – Mallos never excluded her from the things that he did. He often went off on his own and did things without her or without telling her, but he wasn’t overly elusive about it. Cutting her off telepathically, refusing to tell her anything and then sending her away… that was a whole new level of secrecy. Assuming fairies even had the ability to completely cut off their own familiars, even with divinity. The choice of words was odd, too. When he spoke English, Mallos was rarely wordy, and tended not to verbally explain what he could telepathically or physically show. None of it added up, and Sperantia wasn’t about to do as she was told and let this strange new version of her fairy run around and do as he pleased. No chance. Either something had happened which was making Mallos behave oddly, or… or this wasn’t Mallos. It looked like him, smelled like him and it had his pendant, but history told Sperantia that that didn’t necessarily equate to the logical conclusion. Mallos had been imitated before, famously, and the last time Gwythr had performed heinous criminal acts in his name. Sperantia would not allow that to happen again. “Or,” she replied coolly, “perhaps I can badger the lord of the palace. You haven’t been off-planet recently enough to incorporate such charming new Earth colloquialisms into your vocabulary, sweetheart.” She took a step forward, and lifted herself up onto her hind legs. As she ascended, she continued to grow; her claws lengthened, her paws flattened, her ears moved round to the side of her head and her fur retreated back into her body. Within seconds, standing before Mallos was the fairy embodiment of his cat-familiar. Sperantia’s new hands rested on the edge of her hips and her thin eyes narrowed to sapphirine slits. She was distinctly Oriental in appearance, near Eastern, with classic olive-brown skin, high cheekbones and a small nose. Her black hair was closely cropped around her face, which was in the shape of an inverted triangle, and she wore tight black clothes similar to those that Croe might normally choose. Sperantia had never transformed into a fairy around Mallos before. It served both as a stark reminder of her own capability with divinity, and to enable her to look him firmly in the eye without having to crane her neck. “Did you think,” she purred, “that I would not know my own fairy when I heard him?” sperantia black siamese-cross familiar of mallos |
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Nepenthe//Croe//Mallos July 2, 2013 at 03:11:09 AM- la soledad es un tipo de veneno. - By sperantia July 2, 2013 at 06:37:21 PM
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Nepenthe//Croe//Mallos July 2, 2013 at 11:11:33 PM
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- la soledad es un tipo de veneno. - By sperantia July 2, 2013 at 06:37:21 PM
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