<span style='color:blue'>|| OoC ||</span>
Me sorries for my absence peeps... It's been a very hectic week.. Sorries.... and I'm tired too so this post is gonna be sucky...
<span style='color:blue'>|| BiC ||</span>
<font color=darkred>Kjetta watched in glee more than horror as his yellow form turned red with his blood as the huge jaws clamped down on him. Kjetta's facial expression was radiating his glee and enjoyment of this event but in Kjetta's opinion, this sucker deserved it. He was listening to Twelve's words, completely besotted with her when he too got caught by Thoren's last spell. It singed his own ebony arms as it singed Twelve's fur and Kjetta shouted out a string of curses, all in Ramathian, in pure fury as he let go of Twelve to check his arms.
Rlyypi vokcemd tym yv u paunym! U rlyypi Alanamsul tsopams fesh het tsogep vokcemd nyosh uksoulli laujms tynashemd em yma yv ni kylladoat kluttat! Vokcemd tsogep gog!
He continued to swear and curse as his tail flame turned an angry red and his breathing was heavy and irregular as he tired to regain composure. His dark orbs flashed warningly before they cooled as he listened to Twelve and concentrated on her sweet voice. He was about to reply when Xestri went into the pond and made it to the other side in the silence as they awaited the Gods descision. She was to live. Kjetta, now calmed to a more resonable state with a medium yellowy-orange flame on his whip, turned his focus to Twelve and said in his husky deep voice soudning much calmer than it had as he cursed loudly in Ramathian moments before.
Twelve, love, I indeed will attempt your task, if that's your wish? If only to show that rutsujp Thoren, who I believe shall not go to Fromia for the Gods shall fear of him poisoning it, that I am better than he.
He was almost facing her front on, and he moved his arms to take her by the waist and capture her in an intimate embrace against his tall, dark ebony body.</font>