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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 8:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 8:34 am
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No matter which way she looked at it, she supposed the two students they had fought were very young. Young, and headstrong. Amarus could only hope that they would find focus through their time at Amityville, and become all that they could be-- not give in to false pride.
As far as she was concerned, she had made the absolute best choice in friends at the moment: Zar had hit hard, and she thought that his natural form was beautiful when it moved, probably in that it wasn't conventional beauty. It was raw, and that was good. Besides, she was sitting beside someone she'd once thought to be entirely boring, and now she'd sparred on his side. She could have never guessed at this development, and hadn't they won? The odds, of course, were strongly in their favour. How could they not be? But Amarus was always the kind of ghoul to take advantage of any upper hand she had, anyway.
"We make the rules by which we live," Amarus said, after a moment of contemplation, to Hollandaise; she did not believe in fair and sportsmanlike. If you were not strong enough to set your own rules and priorities, than you would hardly be strong enough to force those who were to do what you wanted in the first place. Anyone who had ever complained to her about either of those things had just lost.
"I enjoy your company as well, which surprises me every time," she admitted, laughing, to Zar. "I think that I feel more real when I am near you," she said, and got to her feet. She looked off, thinking about what that meant, and slowly padded away and back to her birds.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 12:56 pm
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There was nothing gained in this defeat. Hollandaise had known they would not likely win, but she had not expected to lose so quickly. And the way Zar spoke - as though she were some child to be coddled and given forfeit to. Her temper was fraying further. However, there was no sense to continue beating her head against the wall that was Zar and, to a lesser extent, Amarus. She watched the ghoul leave. While it was clear Amarus possessed little societal tact or much of a moral compass, perhaps Hollandaise could learn from her - in fighting, of course.
And Deszeld; she had been brave and nice, even if the dragon forgot easily and held no grudges. Her limbs creaked as she pulled herself into a standing position.
"Of course it would not be willingly given - ever. That is the nature of a wager, Zar." She flicked her thin fingers in a dismissive gesture as well. "I do not appreciate your condescension towards me in this. But I will take my leave, and I will become stronger." It was a promise, of sorts. Somehow, Hollandaise thought the boil was too used to winning. Too used to the arrogance that seemed to shimmer across his body. In these moments., she had forgotten the exact specifications set forth by her Elders. Her blood boiled. But she merely smiled sweetly, although her eyes were still displeased, Turning to Deszeld, she gestured that they should go.
Hollandaise would keep the muzzle, and the grudge it symbolized, and she would not forget this kind of irrational anger. Warders forgave occasionally, but they did not forget.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 1:26 pm
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