Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 26, 2015 17:13:28 GMT -5
The Puppeteer executive walked into the small holding cell, the deer boy chained to the wall opposite to him. Scowling, Lance engaged him, “You made quite the mess here” Coming nearer, he sneered, “I’m afraid that your welcome has been well worn out.”
Grey expression darkened. "Well, meddling in your matters seemed quite the fun job." Grey spat, "Especially when dealing with our rival group"
Lance smiled at the comment, "You seem confident, child, but we already have the Dragon Child in our grasp." Lance turned his back to the weapon master "And we're not planning on giving her back to you"
Grey's eyes widened in rage. "If you hurt her.. I swear to god I’ll rip you limb from limb." Grey pulled at his chains, being irrational, unaware of Lance's fusion with his owl. A clawed hand lunged for grey's neck, claws impaling themselves into the concrete behind Grey. "Shush, i don't take kindly to those who have no place to talk back.." Lance took a swing at grey's face, his clawed fist making contact with his face, blood dripping from Grey's mouth.
"Nice punch, pretty boy." Grey jeered "Looks like you just don't have that pretty face. Kitty's got bite." Lance snickered, hearing his comment. "I've got your little cult wrapped around our organization’s finger. The time will soon come when your little flame goes out"
“And when that time comes, you and your precious cult will bow to us.” Lance muttered something under his breath, which grey noticed. His eye widened when he knew what he was doing. The weapon master fought against his chains as Lance drew near. Lance opened Grey's cloak, revealing a bare chest, with only a few hairs dotting it. Shadows danced violently around his feet as Lance’s glowing finger applied the seal to his chest, burning with each finger stroke. He chanted an incantation thrice, “From my hand to your heart, and my heart in your hold. My strings are your limbs, your limbs are my extensions. Hoof, paw, wing, claw, we move as one. We breathe as one. I the Master, you the Puppet.”
"Pity, if only you joined us willingly with us, you were a bit cute."
Grey's screams of anguish pierced throughout the HQ, as the shadows took over his body, taking him away from the cell.
"Oh how naïve" Lance cooed. “How quickly you run when all is lost."
Grey expression darkened. "Well, meddling in your matters seemed quite the fun job." Grey spat, "Especially when dealing with our rival group"
Lance smiled at the comment, "You seem confident, child, but we already have the Dragon Child in our grasp." Lance turned his back to the weapon master "And we're not planning on giving her back to you"
Grey's eyes widened in rage. "If you hurt her.. I swear to god I’ll rip you limb from limb." Grey pulled at his chains, being irrational, unaware of Lance's fusion with his owl. A clawed hand lunged for grey's neck, claws impaling themselves into the concrete behind Grey. "Shush, i don't take kindly to those who have no place to talk back.." Lance took a swing at grey's face, his clawed fist making contact with his face, blood dripping from Grey's mouth.
"Nice punch, pretty boy." Grey jeered "Looks like you just don't have that pretty face. Kitty's got bite." Lance snickered, hearing his comment. "I've got your little cult wrapped around our organization’s finger. The time will soon come when your little flame goes out"
“And when that time comes, you and your precious cult will bow to us.” Lance muttered something under his breath, which grey noticed. His eye widened when he knew what he was doing. The weapon master fought against his chains as Lance drew near. Lance opened Grey's cloak, revealing a bare chest, with only a few hairs dotting it. Shadows danced violently around his feet as Lance’s glowing finger applied the seal to his chest, burning with each finger stroke. He chanted an incantation thrice, “From my hand to your heart, and my heart in your hold. My strings are your limbs, your limbs are my extensions. Hoof, paw, wing, claw, we move as one. We breathe as one. I the Master, you the Puppet.”
"Pity, if only you joined us willingly with us, you were a bit cute."
Grey's screams of anguish pierced throughout the HQ, as the shadows took over his body, taking him away from the cell.
"Oh how naïve" Lance cooed. “How quickly you run when all is lost."