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GaladrieloftheOlden · 05-22-2003, 09:21 PM

Cersed stared forward, assessing the situation. He turned his terrifying eyes in the direction of another mortal- the food dwarf would wait- and let out what could have been a giggle or snort, but sounded terribly evil coming from his- mouth, making everybody in the room pause for a moment, live or dead, shudder, and carry on.

Gorthroth was in the form of a boy. Cersed would always remember this sight- a little innocent boy. Except his eyes, of course... the man in front of him seemed to be noticing something, so Cersed drew closer, merely a bystander, and making sure to turn totally into his human shape, shaking his hair down to his nose, eyes covered by dark soft hair, facial expression merely that of sheer terror, he pretended to fall, really only to manage to cover himself slightly with the blood of a man who lay nearby... he smirked at Gorthroth, then stumbled up, and ran forward, arms extended, towards the dwarf, stumbling and dripping with red...

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05-22-2003, 09:21 PM	#11
GaladrieloftheOlden Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Massachusetts - digging up a bottomless hole, searching for something that's not there... Posts: 1,514	Cersed stared forward, assessing the situation. He turned his terrifying eyes in the direction of another mortal- the food dwarf would wait- and let out what could have been a giggle or snort, but sounded terribly evil coming from his- mouth, making everybody in the room pause for a moment, live or dead, shudder, and carry on. Gorthroth was in the form of a boy. Cersed would always remember this sight- a little innocent boy. Except his eyes, of course... the man in front of him seemed to be noticing something, so Cersed drew closer, merely a bystander, and making sure to turn totally into his human shape, shaking his hair down to his nose, eyes covered by dark soft hair, facial expression merely that of sheer terror, he pretended to fall, really only to manage to cover himself slightly with the blood of a man who lay nearby... he smirked at Gorthroth, then stumbled up, and ran forward, arms extended, towards the dwarf, stumbling and dripping with red... [ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ] __________________ "Glue... very powerful stuff."