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Post by pendrag0nknight on Nov 17, 2011 0:23:01 GMT -5
He stands at ease, unusually relaxed, an elbow draped over the jutting ledge of the wall behind him which he leans on. It would be a sorry mistake if anyone takes it for sluggishness. Letting wider shoulders fall back, and serpentine eyes flicker up lazily, Idris watches all around him.
"You have a question for me?"
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Post by treyxkoren on Nov 17, 2011 14:06:42 GMT -5
Icy cold winds or a dusty storm? |
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Nov 18, 2011 14:17:13 GMT -5
"Dusty storms," the reply is instant--perhaps a little too instant. Clearing his throat and regaining his cool, Idris adds
"I do not care for the cold. It is a wretched thing," with more reserve.
He returns to lounging against the wall.
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Post by treyxkoren on Nov 21, 2011 20:42:56 GMT -5
Do you think Spiders are scary? I sure do >.< |
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Nov 30, 2011 14:39:21 GMT -5
Hmph, the cobra hissed out softly, thoughtfully.
"No, not in particular. I know a very useful Tarantula who guards several hide outs for the Rebellion." Then, smiling a little wanly at the irony, the serpent gives his best flash of white teeth, fangs hidden. "Perhaps it is good that many fear them."
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Post by Anon on Nov 30, 2011 20:47:52 GMT -5
I hear Gold is being stubborn.
If he doesn't join the revolution, will you kill him? |
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Dec 1, 2011 11:30:48 GMT -5
For a moment, an unsettled expression passes, barely visible, over those handsome features.
"It is non of your business what choice of action I take. That is between myself and my little brother. It is a family matter. And you are not family."
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Post by yuureiookami on Dec 4, 2011 17:17:18 GMT -5
What weapons do you use and what style of fighting do you have?
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Post by lamberdini on Dec 9, 2011 22:45:52 GMT -5
"What happens if someone decides they need a nice pair of shoes and determine that your skin would be excellent for the job? And that Gold would make a nice handbag?" shudders Braid.
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Dec 13, 2011 1:03:19 GMT -5
"My 'fighting style'?" It is a soft, lazy hiss. The golden-cobra hybrid stretches his sinuous body in a similarly languid manner. "Killing comes naturally," the reply is simple. "I use my poison, my accuracy, my speed, and anything with a point."
His eyes glitter like freshly polished dubloons, and are equally as attractive. "And I do not misssss."
He turns to the metalman bodyguard in an easy, slow motion, a facade of benign intent. "I care not who will attempt on my life. I know they will not live to obtain their shoes. And I should welcome the fool who wished to harm my little brother."
The hiss becomes dangerous, and a glint of hidden fangs flicker in the shadows of his mouth.
"Yesssss," the speech devolves into an animal sound.
"They will not die quickly. No. But they will die."
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Post by Jocelyn on Jan 8, 2012 0:12:09 GMT -5
“Say Idris,” Safya began as she lay supine upon the floor in front of the serpent. “What’s your brother like? Do you think he’ll fit in with the rebels? Oh,” The raccoon added as she produced a small cloth bag from beneath her skirt (it had been strung up beside her whiskey flask), “I took this because I thought it was something else but it’s just spice. Want it?”
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 9, 2012 11:57:54 GMT -5
His serpentine stare slid over her. Languid, he eyed the spice bag, breathing in deep to taste the air. His tongue flickered , and yes, it was definitely spice in that bag.
"Thank you," Idris accepted the bag graciously, allowing a smile.
Then it was all back to business. "As for my brother," he regarded the raccoon-hybrid laying before him once more, he himself settled back on that ledge. "I will certainly make sure he feels at home among his own kin. He is--"
Idris could not resist it any longer. A very uncharacteristic glitter lit his golden eyes, and Idris took a poetic stance.
"He is like an angelic little creature. He is the sweetest child. Why, Ibraheem could harm no one--unfortunately--and he is as innocent as snakelet newly hatched. He is so CUTE! His little bob cut locks and the brightness of his eyes, why he is such a blessing that---"
*this continues for hours, until (and perhaps even a little after) he notices that Safya might have left already*
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OOC: Sorry, but you asked for it, lols!
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Post by treyxkoren on Jan 25, 2012 19:45:05 GMT -5
What are your thoughts on Brothels? |
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Jan 30, 2012 23:10:08 GMT -5
He glances at the speaker calmly.
"What is wrong with them?"
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Feb 1, 2012 20:53:20 GMT -5
Lionel probably would blame him, Idris realizes.
"Perhaps I would find her another 'friend' to accompany her on her many escapades," he is thoughtful, leaning back casually, languidly, in a serpentine manner.
"One who is more her....species. There is word that a certain white tiger lives somewhere in the Outskirts....".
Her welfare mattered to Idris, which is why, he let his fingers trace his necklace, he would want her with someone who could actually make her happy.....
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