(OOC: No, don't change anything too much! -flail- I can introduce myself, don't worry. ^^ )
Posts by MidknightPhantom
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There suddenly sounded the hum of strings on a lyre, though it was gone so quickly that one could've thought it to be a fragment of imagination. There was then a closer rustle of bushes, and the lyre twitched again.
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OOC: ...If that was about my post, a lyre is the harp-like instrument that Sheik plays. :3
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The figure holding the lyre only brushed his fingers past it again in an almost tauntingly quiet sound, before falling quiet once more.
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The figure smirked underneath the white cloths hiding her mouth.
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(OOC: LOL her?! HIS. HIIIIS.)
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(OOC: Gah, been gone for ages! Recap? Also, Italy, you have best avatar. xD KITTTTYYYY)
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So this is where Link is hiding... he thought to himself, stroking the lyre.
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Who is this other wolf, though? Might she be the Princess?
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The door suddenly creaked open slowly, a dark aura flowing out through the cracks as a heavily hooded figure slipped into the conference room, eerie shadows casting behind him as he walked to the seat nobody wanted to sit next to.
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The figure pulled back the hood.
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The terrifying nation happened to be Romania. He smiled at England, his long fangs poking slightly over his lip as it always did. "Salutari, England!" He glanced around the room as he shrugged out of his hooded cape. "..Why is everyone looking at me like that?"
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He continued to obliviously talk in that smooth, terrifying Transylvanian accent. "Really, what is the problem?"
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"Geez, why are all the cats around here so intent on killing?" scoffed Ravenfur.
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He smiled, only baring those sharp fangs more. "Scary, really?"
He laughed softly and took a clear flask out of his bag, the drink inside red and oddly thick. He sipped it and gazed around the conference room.
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"Is Amerika not present yet, Japan?" he asked softly. "I cannot smell the reams of garlic he brings along whenever I attend a meeting," he added with a chuckle.
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"Quiet, Boneclanner," he growled.
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"Calm down, kitten," he said. "There'll be time enough for that once I'm actually captured."
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Romania smiled. "Do stop that, Greece," he said, malice lacing his words. "And no, I am not."
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Romania found hiself gazing over at Greece's low shirt collar and the flesh exposed behind it.