Re: Homicide of the matrimonial variety [Salone]

by **Arcana** March 26th 2014, 7:36 pm

”Then obviously you have not been possessed before! I have, and my body or not, there was three sixties and projectile vomiting all around!” Sean growled back, creating distance between the two, as if he could not stand being near her. So it seemed a cost of his powers would be having to kiss Salone, something that disgusted Sean more than he was showing at the moment. A derisive snicker slipped from Sean’s lips. ’Don’t you worry about that, if I did again, I would probably vomit from the act itself.” Now Sean was just feeling rather snippy, a few gouts f fire sleeping from his mouth as he was practically fuming.

by **Hanna** March 26th 2014, 7:48 pm

Salone arched an eyebrow, her stone mask in place. Sean had just crossed the line; he was being a jerk face.

“Maybe I should go tell Zell, he deserves to know his Fiancée is a lip slut.”
A vein throbbed angrily in her jaw. “Sean, I don’t want to see you again. Stay away from my daughter.”

Her wings sprouted from her shoulders and she launched herself into the air. Salone’s wings of choice this go around where black with caramel colored feathers. That was the point the tears hit and a few waves of grief floated down her connection to Yam before she closed it off. Landing on the cliff, Salone began the process of walking away.

by **Arcana** March 26th 2014, 7:58 pm

She went there didn’t she? If Sean was angry before, he was furious now and so close to killing the woman that she could not have even imagined, if she would threaten the only shreds of happiness that he could claim as his own, he would destroy her completely. ”You tell him, and I will kill you.” He said icily, almost as if he were planning to do so now, as if not even the part within him that was Yam would stop it. His face was livid, red even beyond the tan color that his skin had become, as if he were going to explode. Without even forcing the change, his body began to twist, contorting as it grew, forming dark blue scales and becoming truly draconic. A furious roar ripped from its throat as it slammed a tail into the beach, followed by a torrent of flames that spewed from his gigantic maw, billowing impossibly high into the air. With that done, it would slink into the water, searching for fresh prey; blood would be spilt.

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