Cursed-king
Sacrifice
Secondary of raganiazumi
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Post by Cursed-king on Apr 20, 2016 5:18:41 GMT -5
Falsetto @potatotank uRl_guno
Wick had left the burning and crashing building as soon as there was the possibility. The moment he had spotted the unicorn who claimed that she wanted to regain her forest, he had decided to follow her. The former king always had a nick for waging wars and this one in particular was interesting to the creature. After all he knew nothing about the people here except that what he had heard. Wick had not attended the so called "Anniversary ball" since he had just woken up recently. He felt no desire yet to mingle with others, having missed a few centuries and losing his own kingdom had ruined the mood for any party. But as soon as there was chaos, he had slipped close to listen. For him it was easy to decide whose side he would take. After all he understood the loss of losing a kingdom and being cursed, besides that a Unicorn could take off a curse, at least in old tales, and it was worth a shot for the man.
Now he patrolled along the forest lines, waiting for other cultists to be spotted coming from the manor. And then he finally spotted two man at one of the many exits of the catacombs. His tail wagging in excitement Wick went closer, confident steps, the skull with it's horns as intimidating as always. Only the blue little flames on his crown where new. "Are you with the Unicorn or with the other one."
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Falsetto
Sacrifice
Talent is not born, it is made.
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Post by Falsetto on Apr 20, 2016 21:55:31 GMT -5
Falsetto naturally was relieved when they left the small group of bickering idiots. It was commonly known that the aristocrat would get rather grouchy if he was stuck in conversations with people he could give less of a shit about. With the acceptation of the Tenebra. Also the fact that his mood was sour did not help.
When they got away from the group he sighed looking at Winston with a little pang of regret for putting the ghost in that situation.
“Sorry Winnie, it just felt like I was being suffocated by dullards.”
It was roughly then when the shadowy figure also caught Falsettos attention. Turning his head to get a better look he almost instinctively stepped in front of Winston.
“Yes, as he said we are with the Leader. Now what do you want?” The musical construct barked, he was obviously still not in the mood for this.
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