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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 11:52:34 GMT -5
"And anyone could come up behind me and slit my throat." Sterling shot back with an eerie smile, rocking his body between the ball of his feet and his heels. The only reason he wasn’t getting killed right now is that people, at first glance, believed him to be some kind of demon, when he was, in fact, almost the exact opposite. Sterling was of angelic descent actually, but more of a hybrid than anything, between a fallen angel and a human. It’s anybody’s guess as to how he got this way. “But nobody is, and you aren’t going to have me killed.”
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 12:31:25 GMT -5
Shafer pouted at the insolence, having half expected the man to just roll over for him like everyone else. He sat up a little taller and folded his arms across his chest as neatly as he could while he looked the other being over critically. The incubus scoffed so hard, the gems on his shoulders clinked with the beads in his hair. The red gems, they looked to be on some sort of thread and lined along boy's body that way but upon closer inspection, one would notice that they were embedded into his skin, connected to nerves and everything. "What's with the confidence? Do you have any idea who I am, peasant?" His voice trembled ever so slightly with incredulity.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 10, 2016 0:43:18 GMT -5
(sorry i didn't get back to this earlier!! i got distracted then fell asleep oops)
Sterling shook his head as a smile spread across his features. "No, I don't, and I still don't." But you seem like a brat. He bit his tongue to refrain himself from saying the last part out loud, because he really didn't know this guy and what he could do to the hybrid. He looked powerful, but Sterling knew looks could very well be deceiving, so he didn't know what to believe. But the confidence still shone through his minor nervousness he kept deep down and from surfacing. "I don't pay attention much to people in authority." Just thought he'd put that one out there. Really why he wasn't part of a gang now, he'd probably end of killing the leader or something and then just running. Who knows?
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Post by Ace on Nov 10, 2016 11:11:37 GMT -5
It's all good ^^))
That smile, why the hell was he smiling. The romanticized image he had of this guy was promptly crushed and replaced by the jerk he now had in front of him. Eyes narrowed and chest puffed out in some attempt at posturing, he looked away from the man. "Well no one else in authority matters except for me. And Kryotic, I guess." He only added the leader of the movement in as an afterthought. He went back to his original, unconcerned position and draped a leg over the side of the chair. "My name's Shafer Haywood York and my hair is worth more than your life."
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