Waiting....

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja appeared in the usual  black mist, his arms folded and his wings outstretched. His claws were drawn and ready and by his side was his curved sword made to his own design. It was strong and unbreakable and its curved blade was always kept sharp and nearly always had the hint of blood on it. The handle of the beast was pure black, carved like a 'dragon curved round and round to end at it's deformed head like a odd looking Earth Crocodile. It was currently in it's black scabbard, ready to be drawn. Medhsnuja began to walk about the small clearing impatiently waiting for Azkora....</font>​

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<font color=#444444>His crimson eyes flashed angrily at Azkora and placed his hands on his hips. He was beyond angry...

Empbo? Qhuifib teyg Y qet empbo? Y'n lyfyg! Y wiil et yw Y thualg tidibesi shes hig uw ouabt wbun ouab thualgibt qysh Giesh hibi!

He withdrew Giesh, his curved sword, using his right paw/hand and its silver blade glinted in the sun, looking more menaceing than ever.. He pointed the sword straight at Azkora. His long fangs glistened too in the light of the day. They were sparkling white as always. His tail flame flickered as crimson, the colour of his anger, as it thrashed from side to side...</font>​

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja watched Azkora back off from Death and for a second, a smile could be seen. Once wiped away, he kept the sword drawn but listened carefully to Azkora.

Ylp vjeamp? Ump fhekh vjeamp et shet? Ev shet vjeamp et yma shus E vubyoj Azkora, E shemc iyo nedhs huba omthyjsamap iyoj leva...


He left the sentance hanging, knowing thatAzkora would probably do anything to try and please his Master...</font>​

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja listened carefully, his crimson eyes never leaving Azkora for a second. Seeing the words Azkora had formed in the dirt, a small smile could be seen on hi face.

Azkora, Oua hefi gumi qill. Qhibi kem Y wymg shyt Vumikhiqib emg qyll hi qyllymplo hild at?

Death was now placed back into it's scabbard as Medhsnuja was in a better mood.... This Bonechewer could be very helpful....</font>​

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja laughed heartily at Azkora's comment about the arguing voices. As he could here the 'dragons coming closer he quickly called two of his deamons to him, and they formed in the usual black mist. One to stand on his left, and one to fly in the air whilst Azkora was expected to be on his right, as his right hand man so to speak.  The deamon on his left was rather odd. It had six snake-slit eyes arranged like a V in pairs on the oval shaped head, and each pair was a different colour. It had a gold ring attached to it's nose which oddly was upside down. It has a pair  triangular shaped ears, both have gold rings hanging from them, and it's body colour was an off grey colour. It had overgrown long hair, coloured aqua blue and two large fangs hung down from its twisted mouth. It has arms and hands similar to an Earth's gorilla but its fingers ended in sharp zig-zaged claws. In its right hand, it was holding a dagger, also of the zig-zaged design with a pure black handle. It's hind legs were like that of an Earth's frog but scaled. The flying creature was a pendragon deamon, covered completely with black scales. It was obviously female by the fact that it looked quite feminime in shape and beauty. She had silvery hair and her lizardlike tail ended in a fork with silver fur between it. Her eyes were rather odd. They were constantly changing colours. One minute they were red, the next they were an icy blue. Her wings were similar to Medhsnuja's with the claws on top and the leathery appearance. Her right arm was holding a familiar item. A replica of Medhsnuja's own sword Death except slight smaller and built for a smaller person. She suddenly licked her lips as she hovered in front of Medhsnuja beside the other deamon, awaiting orders, her forked tongue a bizzare shade of purple. Medhsnuja smiled and beckoned her forward, she dipping her head in respect whilst the other deamon grovelled on the ground, glaring at Azkora, hoping he was to be his dinner. Medhsnuja grabbed the female and kissed her roughly, she responding equally. She was his Captain and Keeper of Order of his deamons in the deamon world. And she was also his favourite female. As anyone might be able to guess. Medhsnuja suddenly let her go, his crimson eyes glittering for a hunger that wasn't allowed at this precise moment, and she flew back a little and hisssed as she spoke Netsib emg Balib uw Gienumt, qi lyfi su tibfi! Qhes yt ys shes oua qyth uw at? He smiled and told them where to position themselve, which they did straight away, the male deamon still watchin Azkora as he'd make a nice snack...</font>​

ooc:like my female deamon?? I might make her an actual character... what do you think?</font>

 

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja laughed heartily as the two headed creature spoke and thus ended up being bitten. His crimson eyes flashed and he issued an order to Azkora

Let go Azkora or you know what I'll do.

His voice was stern and serious. He meant it. He stepped forward alittle, the two deamons following.

I am Medhsnuja Panym, Azkora's Master, the Master of the Dark Demons and Lead of the Dark Demons Pack. I hear you're offering your services to us

He said addressing the two headed pendragon.</font>​

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Gold? I can supply plenty of gold among other things. Azkora doesn't work exactly for free. All he has to do is ask for something and I'll conjure it. If it's a woman, gold, jewels you ask for, I can supply it. He just hasn't asked.

He said dissmissively. He glanced at Azkora and nodded his head briefly to say that indeed he meant what he'd said.

ooc: i forgot to reply to your questions in the last post x.x sorries. I am creating her as an evil character. Her first name is definately going to be Phoenix.. second possibly Slicer ;) Feel free to bring in another character! I don't mind at all! Lukia's parents? Errr... I don't think they are deamons. Nightmare isn't an actual relation to Lukia. Her family just.... annoyed him ;) Why do you ask?

 

<font color=lilac>O.c.C: Hehe... I was going to kinda reveal this later but they weren't deamons... Lukia's going to get a shock when she finally meets Nightmare.... muahahahahaha...

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja smiled too, glad that they agreed to his offer and he perked up even more at something else they/he said.

Oh? Female's are wonderful...that is when they stay below you. But this one,

he beckoned Phoenix, the flying demon, to him and he kissed her again before continuing

She is worthy of quite a high position. One day, perhaps she'll succeed even me. But alas, she doesn't speak the common tongue and only Ramathian so when she goes to surprise that...infant, I will speak common tongue through her. They will never suspect. Who is it you speak of?

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja listened carefully, still holding Phoenix.

Serpent? How do you mean?
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ooc: ugh.. .the shortness x.x

 

<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja listened carefully, nodding as he listened. Noting Azkora's cursing he focused on him, listening to him muttering away as he sat curled up in a ball.

Azkora? Am I correct that you don't like the Lady?

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<font color=red>Phoenix was still hovering, her feet almost touching the floor, whilst listening to the non-understandable speech of her Master and of the other creatures. Her hand idlely rests on her curved sword hanging at her side as she listens. She cannot believe how attactive Medhsnuja's voice is, even if she cant understand what he's saying.</font>​

ooc: sorry for the wait x.x bad school work... *throws it in a fire to burn and chucks teachers she doesn't like in it too....*