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Post by Credo.degli.Assassini ♫ on Jul 25, 2010 15:23:45 GMT -8
xXx-- Fuck these bitches
You cheated girl
But I don't care because I cheated too
Baby you can still be my boo
And we can fuck until the night is through --xXx [glow=red,2,300]Ezio[/glow]-- The brute slowly made his way toward the roaring falls, cautiously coming up to the edge to gaze down over into the deep abyss of nothing. He seemed to be a bit pre-occupied with something that was on his mind. His canvas was painted with brilliant colors of different shades of brown, tan, and black. His audits were tilted slightly back listening for the approaching creature that could come up behind him at any moment. The wind was blowing against his form, mist rising from the falling rapids. His mind was exploring through the obsolete thoughts that he hadn't even thought about in ages until now. His mucsles were tense, tight. As if he were a lion waiting to leap upon his prey. He bowed his head, slowly standing, but didn't move from his post. On his back thigh was the creeds emblam. It had been burned into place, and must have hurt like hell. It was scarred, never going to leave. No matter what. His mocha colored chasms suddenly opened, and he smirked. I mean...really smirked. "Come stupido credi che io sia? (How stupid do you think I am?) Who everyou are, why don't you just waltze on out, and show your self?" He said, smirking gently, but he was all be teasing. He was actually really serious right now. He glanced behind him, turning his form around as well. And he waited. xXx-- Baby girl
You know you want me in your fucking world (you want me in your fucking work)
We can take this to the parking lot
In my Mercedes baby we can talk(talk about sex baby take it to the bed) --xXx [glow=red,2,300]The Assassin[/glow] |
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I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell. But guess what, honey, you ain't no angel.
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Post by Wolfy on Jul 28, 2010 11:39:55 GMT -8
Griffin taking a walk, humming a catchy toon, head in the clouds. But this is a rare for Griff she wouldent be caught dead humming. She says its a thing for pups. But she was doing it at this moment. Walking by the waterfall she snaps out of her trance and glares in the direction of the falls. Theres a wolf there and she knows it. Creeping closer to see who it is. The wolf smirks and says something in an odd language that she couldnt understand. Then he says "Who everyou are, why don't you just waltze on out, and show your self?" She rolls her eyes and grins a toothy grin. Thinking that this wolf just has to be some spy. The grin vanshes and she steps into clear view. Her mix match pools scan up and down the wolf. It is a male that is definantly tough. She rolls her eyes thinking to herself "Great, a male." Now this male probly belongs to her pack so she disides to make friends. Having enimes in her pack is not a good thing to have. "So I shall asume you belong to the Eyrie pack? I am Griffin but please call me Griff" She smiles thinking of what she would do to him if he called her Griffin. Her eyes flicker with an internal flame that will never die. Just thinking of blood shed does this to her. She nods at the male "Now i am the capitain so i am trying to meet and befriend everyone in the pack. So what is your name stranger?" She tilts her head to the right waiting for this male to answer her question. She wags her tail slightly being as friendly as possiable, for her.
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Post by Credo.degli.Assassini ♫ on Jul 28, 2010 12:00:23 GMT -8
He looked Griffen up and down, tilting his head to the side. Great...a fae. The captian of his pack, fae. He thought, shaking his head. He'd have to show respect...which he hated...really badly. Now, I am the captain so I am trying to meet, and befriend everyone in this pack. So, what is your name stranger? He sighed gently, and stood up, shaking his crown slightly. When he first started to speak, his lyrics were strong with an accent. An italian accent, to be certain. "Griff, it is a pleasure to meet you, I must say. Forgive me, I didn't mean to sound rude earlier. An assassin never forgets his ways. Yes, I am a part of this pack." He nodded slightly, his crown bobbing up and down with the movement. He cleared his throat, and looked to her once again, sighing gently. "Cosa ho ottenuto in me stesso? (What have I gotten myself into?)" He shook the thought from his mind once more, and then focused on the conversation at hand. He bowed his head slightly, and said "My name is Ezio. It is a pleasure to meet you." I think. But with that said, he awaited her to say more, because he was almost certain she would have more to say. The wind blew slightly, moving his coat in all different direction, and you would think that he would thrust his muzzle into it, and enjoy the feeling of it against his fur. What ever the matter, he didn't know. All he knew right now was that he was conversing with a wolf, and he didn't need to be thinking about performing such foolish things. Again, he turned his attention back to her, and awaited her to speak again.
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