06-07-2018, 10:25 PM
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[ guess who is dumb and drafted their response instead of posting it
it me ]
Cain grinned in fierce amusement as Frederick stepped forward, rolling his shoulders back as he shifted his stance. He carried no obvious weapon, and his hands were empty as his sharp gaze tracked that sword. Sure, he was well versed in the typical combat of knights and kings, but that was no fun, was it? Not at all. His body tensed and relaxed, ready to spring backwards as Freddie lunged forward, but it would seem he wouldn't get the chance.
Amren. He let out a laugh, unable to help himself -- look at his little spitfire, betraying the fact that she cared. Cain knew his people were loyal to the cause, but he wouldn't have put Amren at the top of list of those jumping in front of a sword for him. (Tommy boy was a bit more predictable.) Nevertheless, he'd wanted the king for a reason, and he couldn't leave her at his mercy (and to the mercy of those fucking arrows). Not that she couldn't handle him -- he knew she could -- but Cain wasn't going to taunt Freddie and then back off.
"Easy, Reni," he called with a grin, his fingers curling around her wrist as he jerked her back a pace, towards him and out of the way of Freddie's thrust. Electricity crackled through the air in front of the two of them, a brief warning at Freddie to keep that damn thing away from the girl. He released her wrist as soon as he had her out of the way, because she would absolutely burn him, and added, "Let him at me, yeah? What's the worst this old man can do to me?" He winked at Mordecai, evidently not very bothered by the comment or threatened by this brief standstill.
it me ]
Cain grinned in fierce amusement as Frederick stepped forward, rolling his shoulders back as he shifted his stance. He carried no obvious weapon, and his hands were empty as his sharp gaze tracked that sword. Sure, he was well versed in the typical combat of knights and kings, but that was no fun, was it? Not at all. His body tensed and relaxed, ready to spring backwards as Freddie lunged forward, but it would seem he wouldn't get the chance.
Amren. He let out a laugh, unable to help himself -- look at his little spitfire, betraying the fact that she cared. Cain knew his people were loyal to the cause, but he wouldn't have put Amren at the top of list of those jumping in front of a sword for him. (Tommy boy was a bit more predictable.) Nevertheless, he'd wanted the king for a reason, and he couldn't leave her at his mercy (and to the mercy of those fucking arrows). Not that she couldn't handle him -- he knew she could -- but Cain wasn't going to taunt Freddie and then back off.
"Easy, Reni," he called with a grin, his fingers curling around her wrist as he jerked her back a pace, towards him and out of the way of Freddie's thrust. Electricity crackled through the air in front of the two of them, a brief warning at Freddie to keep that damn thing away from the girl. He released her wrist as soon as he had her out of the way, because she would absolutely burn him, and added, "Let him at me, yeah? What's the worst this old man can do to me?" He winked at Mordecai, evidently not very bothered by the comment or threatened by this brief standstill.
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CAINSMARK PENDRAGON IS THE FORMER LEADER LIVING OUT RETIREMENT WITH HIS WIFE AND HUSBAND IN THE ROSEBLOODS UNDER THE NAME MORTEM. HE IS THE HARBINGER OF CHAOS, ENTHRALLED BY VENUS, AND KING OF THE DREAM REALM. HE MERGED SOULS WITH HOSPITALFLOWERS AND IS THE MASTER OF MALKYN. BIO.
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