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Posted on July 2, 2013 at 06:37:21 PM by sperantia
que estoy viviendo ahora It barely took a second for the imposter to show his hand. Mallos’ hand shot out and wrapped around her neck, forcing her back against the hedge. Sperantia’s breathing was restricted and her back prickled against the shrubbery, but her sharp blue eyes gleamed with success. She had known that something was wrong, but not what. Mallos, if it had been him, would have proved in some way that he purported to be; another man possessing his body, voice and power would assume the game was up once the accusation had been made. She raised her hands in the universal gesture of surrender, a half-smile playing at the corner of her lips, and leant easily back to listen to what he had to say. The smile faded rapidly, and in its place her mouth took on a firm, set shape. Sperantia had no concerns for the castle, the temple or the members of Mallos’ family – she seriously doubted whether this amateur could genuinely harm them now that she was onto him – but the final threat was serious. There was little, if anything, that Sperantia would be able to do to prevent her fairy from being torn apart by Nile crocodiles, certain types of which were completely impervious to divinity. At best, he could be permanently handicapped; at worst, well… familiars could not outlive their fairies. If Mallos died, Sperantia died too. The game had been upped. Sperantia waited until his fingers slackened slightly and he had delivered his final melodramatic blow before taking her turn. Quick as a flash, she curled her fingers around his wrist and yanked it away from her neck, twisting it slightly to induce pain. Then, Sperantia did something she had been wanting to do for years: she punched Mallos in the face. Divinity aided in her strength and reflexes, landing her strike true, but she was careful to avoid his nose and teeth. She took a step forward, legs spread slightly for stability in case he decided to counter-attack, and lifted one eyebrow. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she snarled. “You and I have equal power; the only difference is that I am far more experienced than you. Any action you take, I can reverse in a second – assuming you would be stupid enough to even attempt such feats. The combined force of the other deities would be on you in a heartbeat if you attacked the pantheon or the castle.” She took another step forward and surveyed him with an icy expression, the corner of her lip curled in disgust. “If you think I’m letting that body out of my sight for a second, you are sorely mistaken,” she uttered coldly. “Wherever you are, whatever you do, I’ll keep my distance but I’ll be watching. Know that. And know this, too.” The hand of the moon closed over the sun, blotting out the light and throwing Sperantia’s face into shadow. “If you rip out one hair on that head, if you give him a hangnail, if you so much as singe his clothes – there will not be a single filthy recess on this or any world where you can hide from me.” The eclipse passed, bathing the castle grounds in light once more, and as it did Sperantia vanished. Once Mallos’ eyes had readjusted to the light, he would be able to see the large, black, Oriental cat lying on the grass several hundred metres away, staring unblinkingly at him. Unmoving. sperantia black siamese-cross familiar of mallos |
she won't follow him physically xP
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Nepenthe//Croe//Mallos July 2, 2013 at 11:11:33 PM
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