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2012-08-06 [Sonya Blue]: Gemini walked through the forest, Claudia in her ferret form was perched on her shoulder. They had been traveling for days searching for others like them
2012-08-06 [HeAVenShallBuRN]: Damien, sat in a tree, just staring off into the distance, his faithful companion, somewhere close by. The dragon was hunting, searching for food to nurish itself. [I wanan bring in charon as his dragon, damnit! the thing fits dunnit?]
2012-08-06 [Sonya Blue]: [sure...] Gemini hummed to herself as she walked
Ari flew above the area Damien was, searching for more like her as well.
2012-08-06 [MadHatress]: Kakios stood outstretched within his prison still; He had space enough to pace within his prison as he began contemplating which spells and just how much of his power he could use to potentially destroy the remnants of his prison. The Amber colored seal that surrounded his body was becoming more translucent with each day that had passed for the last 5,010 years. Kakios finally convinced himself that the spell entrapping him was weak enough for to combine the elements of water and lightning. He stood in the middle of his tiny home and dropped his head. his eyes closed and his hands began to spark. Kakios leaned himself backwards just enough for the water trickling from the corners of his mouth to trail his neck, lace his collar bones and find their way to the now outstretched arms and hands that were sparking with lightning. He opened his eyes quickly. A mere moment later, the lightning enhanced water shot towards the dome of his prison. THe impact made instant cracks on either side of him. Kakios dropped his hands and threw them forward to give his casting the power it needed to anahilate the tomb he had called hell for so long.
The old villain slumped down to his knees; the large puddle beneath him crackling with the final, dying and pathetic charge of electricity. After many millenia without practice, food or exercise, his grand escape had run him ragged. His weakened form fell to a side so he could rest one more time before he would come-to and again start his tyraid of destruction.
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