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    What possessed him to almost leave Christahel and come over here? Boredom. Christahel didn't trust him yet and judging by the outburst he had in SylvanClan and JayClan, he wasn't going to trust him anytime soon. Michael was alright with that. He had ways of getting others to trust him and he didn't need to earn Christahel's trust anymore. Deep down, he figured that Christahel might trust him despite what he said. They were childhood friends. Inseparable, inseparable, inseparable. Christahel was going to be forever his and Michael wasn't going to let him escape this time. Not now, not ever. Call him obsessive, call him sadistic, but he believed that he was a gentleman angel who refused to let go of someone who he depended on so dearly.


    He was smoking one of his last cigarettes by the time he got to the border, making sure to stand behind it. It would be rude to trespass. Therefore, he sat down in his standard regal pose, puffing on the cigarette both gracefully and mindlessly. He wondered how long it would take for someone to approach him.


    Hopefully not too long. He was awfully impatient.


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    "Hey," the skeletal dragon greeted him idly. "Name and business?" She'd had a long day yesterday, and it looked to be much the same today. The prospect of more work didn't thrill her in the least; quite simply, she had no energy to spice up the usual bland question.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]Cigarettes had a nice smell. They also made her feel rebellious, sitting there with a thin stick in her maw, puffing away in an elegant manner. But unfortunately they were unhealthy, and she didn't want to shorten her game of life just yet. Following the dragon the femme sat down beside the other, her body straight but tense, a nervous energy running around her as she gave a pale smile to the stranger. Her eyes remained bleak however, perhaps hinting at the true persona hidden below. Since An-ei had asked the questions she remained quiet, simply remaining watchful of the joiner.

    tags 07/04

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