Wolfy T. Twisted
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"...and then she stabbed me. I don't even know."
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Post by Wolfy T. Twisted on Jul 31, 2011 23:16:22 GMT -5
Maurice groaned internally just hearing that damn town's name. He was doing it for his friend. He was doing it for his friend. It would only be for a few days. Then he could get himself completely wasted and forget that awful place even existed.
"Won't bother me none." The vampire shrugged. He'd already messed up his arm. Krepta finding herself an extra rare steak or two wasn't going to bug him. He wondered if he'd be able to find a bite himself. He let her lead the way once they were back on the street. After a moment, a thought hit him. "Where in the world are you gonna find a cow in New York?"
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Post by Krepta on Aug 31, 2011 14:01:56 GMT -5
Krepta had been busy shapeshifting back into her dragon form when those words hit her ears. She froze briefly, and glanced over her shoulder with a small smile. "C'mon, hop on. We've gotta get going if I want to get back before Lobo destroys the place..." Those words were a precious something she rarely heard-- a gift from a friend-- so why did they hurt so much? She swallowed the ache in her throat and crouched so Maurice could scramble on to her back. She trusted that he remembered the last times they had flown and remembered where to sit-- it wasn't as if flying dragon-back was an event easily forgotten. Silly emotional baggage could wait. She had a world to save, a smelly, intergalactic monster to feed, and a cow to hunt. Then there was the matter of the missing Creeper. She was starting to get worried. She would have to do something soon-- seek help from higher up even though she didn't want to. Creepers life could be at stake, and even though he had upset her, he was still a good man and she owed it to him. It was easier to just not face all that deep stuff anyhow. She was no psychologist, and she'd be damned if she ever agreed to see one. Sol had been lucky in the fact that he could force her. Sol wasn't here now. Narrowing her eyes, Krepta shoved off with her hind feet and with a few powerful pumps of her wings, was soaring off over the sparkling lights of New York and back to the red skies of it's darker cousin. Gotham loomed in the distance like the craggy, dark spires of Dracula's castle. She hoped Maurice was ready for this. (( To Krepta's house we go! [Click Me!] ))
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