03-18-2011, 12:04 PM
Kole's eyes dimmed and he nodded solemnly, his fingers once again tracing the metal band around his bicep. Lisa, he couldn't let her starve... "Yes... well lets hope the war ends soon... no? So we don't have to continue this work..." he sighed and focused his eyes back on both the humans.
"Collar...?" there was that icy cold hatred, running through his veins like poison. Destroying his rational thought and causing his emotions to spiral out of control. No. With a sharp hiss Drake let out the breath of air he has been holding for the past few seconds. His hands unclenched on his thighs, leaving behind nail indentations in the skin. The darkness at the edges of his vision blurred and faded away. "No. No collar. No collars. Period."
Musou? Now that seemed interesting. Learning such an... 'art' would certainly help him control his abilities. And- A dark grin spread across Drake's face, but vanishing a split second later, replaced with an almost bored expression. "That is... not a bad idea..." he replied cautiously. His mind was set. He was going to learn this... musou...
His eyes traveled over to the torn bloody cloths. "I... really did I number on myself..." he stared sadly at the torn clothes, catching the robe in one hand and quickly slipping it on. Without a word he stood up and made his way over to the clothes. Still silent he reached into one of his torn pockets and withdrew something, closed within his palm. "..." quickly he slipped the objected into a pocket within the robe.
"Collar...?" there was that icy cold hatred, running through his veins like poison. Destroying his rational thought and causing his emotions to spiral out of control. No. With a sharp hiss Drake let out the breath of air he has been holding for the past few seconds. His hands unclenched on his thighs, leaving behind nail indentations in the skin. The darkness at the edges of his vision blurred and faded away. "No. No collar. No collars. Period."
Musou? Now that seemed interesting. Learning such an... 'art' would certainly help him control his abilities. And- A dark grin spread across Drake's face, but vanishing a split second later, replaced with an almost bored expression. "That is... not a bad idea..." he replied cautiously. His mind was set. He was going to learn this... musou...
His eyes traveled over to the torn bloody cloths. "I... really did I number on myself..." he stared sadly at the torn clothes, catching the robe in one hand and quickly slipping it on. Without a word he stood up and made his way over to the clothes. Still silent he reached into one of his torn pockets and withdrew something, closed within his palm. "..." quickly he slipped the objected into a pocket within the robe.
The world is one twisted fucked up place, bring a hard hat and an open mind when you leave the safety of your house.
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