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#26
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Sadrain
Resident ghost caracal
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November 21st, Chicago.
"We ought to kill it, sir, she cannot keep it in check," someone said.
"Yeah! "Totally!" part of the group cheered at the idea. Elek sensed their fears, yet, they thirsted for blood and the thought of defeating some big and powerful gave them adrenaline rush. However, only three out of fifteen had seen just what power this demon like creature and its 'master' possessed. It was no joke, and even with such a large group, they would most likely suffer causalities. Not to mention at this moment they did not seem hostile.
"No!" he stated firmly and everyone quieted down immediately. Elek was respected and feared, although he had never threatened anybody. No one really understood him, or his reason. Many still doubted him. All that washed over and into him and his jaw clenched.
"No one is allowed to attack these two, unless self defense. They might be useful to us."
Quiet murmur spread, again he said something quizzical. The men and women did not see how this pair could be helpful to them. Thankfully, no one talked back to Elek.
"What are your intentions and your destination within the sewers?" Elek asked, his voice growing raspy. The man's mouth was dry and he felt under strong pressure, from both sides. Weariness from sleepless nights and fights also began to catch up with him.
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Posted 06-10-2012, 09:56 PM
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