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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 17:17:39 GMT -6
-Empress-
She looked around the room, wondering where the Count had was and why he had been gone such a long time. It's not like she had given him a hard task. The pathetic, incompetent bastard couldn't even collect a girl's body.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 17:21:07 GMT -6
~COUNT DUDE~
He stumbled back to the gryffin, humiliated and in pain. It carried him back to the castle, where he laboriously made his way back to the empress, terrified of what would happen when she found out of his failings.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 17:25:27 GMT -6
-Empress-
She sensed him enter the castle and flicked her hand, sending a gust of wind that flung him to the floor in front of her. "So," she hissed. "where is the girl?"
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 17:29:12 GMT -6
He coughed and spit out some blood. Unable to speak, he began to shake.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 17:36:28 GMT -6
-Empress-
"Imbecile!" she shrieked, flicking her hand and watching him fly into the wall.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 17:40:44 GMT -6
He had the wind momentarily knocked out of him, but after a second of laying motionless on the floor, he began to sit up. "Please," he gasped as he crawled back towards her. "The others found her and attacked."
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 17:45:03 GMT -6
She stood up and walked toward him. "And yo udidn't fight back?" she asked, sounding disappointed.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 17:52:38 GMT -6
"Of course I did," he choked out.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 17:55:09 GMT -6
-Empress-
"Well, then why aren't they dead?" she asked loudly.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 17:59:42 GMT -6
"Please...the High King has skills you wouldn't believe..." he gasped.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 18:07:10 GMT -6
Her stare could have pierced someone's soul. "Fine," she hissed, pulling a dagger out of her sleeve. She took it and backhanded him across the cheek, leaving a trail of blood. She turned and walked back to her thrown, sitting down and thinking.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 20:42:51 GMT -6
He barely winced; he was used to the pain. He looked up at her beseechingly. "Now what? Your majesty?" he added.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 20:53:52 GMT -6
She looked at him. "I want them followed. I want to know their every move," she demanded.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 14, 2011 20:56:41 GMT -6
He nodded, wincing a little as he attempted to stand and failed.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 14, 2011 20:59:10 GMT -6
She didn't acknowledge his failed attempt to stand but her eyes radiated disappointment.
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