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FiG 21 - Return to FormFiG 21 - Return to Form by RobinRone
The wave of dark energy shuddered through him with such intensity that at first he'd thought the building was collapsing. As he leaned against the wall of the hotel, gathering his wits, he couldn't help but smile. Frost'd had his fill of towers crumbling on top of him already, thank you very much.
He felt better, more himself. Shaking off the momentary weakness he stood and found his old iron pipe in his hands, scraps of cloth around his fingers protecting his skin from the cold iron. His grin grew as he realized the bland suit his mother had forced him into had vanished, replaced by his ratty fake fur coat. With a satisfied puff of air he tossed blue bangs out of his face.
"To hell with blending in," he growled. He could feel his elements singing inside him, fire, water, and air warring for control or balance. It surprised him. He never really felt them before.
"What was that<
FiG 22 - Yellow EyesFiG 22 - Yellow Eyes by RobinRone
Yellow eyes in the dark.
Trust me, Collin.
And he did. Implicitly. Innocently. Ignorantly.
A smile of shark teeth.
Tell us about your brother.
Words spilled from his tongue without thought, without measure, for what was truth between friends? The man in red, Asmodeus, had smiled. His partner, Lord Oberon, seemed pleased. Collin returned their grins, glad to have brought happiness to these new companions.
And then Frost had come, and ruined it all.
Pain had followed. Shouting. Fear. A weakness, his blood on a cruel blade, falling into darkness.
No, that wasn't right. Frost did not have the knife.
He made the good feelings go away, didn't he? He always does. Always bad news and worry. Just take a look at what he's done to little Rhiannon...
He felt his air affinities reach out, unbidden, grasping for his friend. He didn't want to look at Rhiannon's mind. Really, he didn't.
FiG 23 - UpsetFiG 23 - Upset by RobinRone
The demon in Lena's body narrowed her eyes as she regarded Frost suspiciously.
"You know me?" she asked. The Fae swallowed nervously, backing up a few paces from the Dream Dealer's limp form.
"Uh...well...no, not really. I mean, not in any meaningful way. Not even acquaintances, really. In fact, I'm not even sure what I'm saying. Lena? Who's Lena? Nobody I know, that's for sure!"
The demon's eyes widened in recognition and then narrowed in a wicked smile. She laughed. "Little Sister's too-blue boyfriend! Oh, it HAS been a while, hasn't it?" A flick of her wings shot her forward, and she pinned him to the wall with casual ease. He struggled frantically. She smiled. It was cute, really.
"How IS little Rhiannon these days?" She put a hand in front of her face in mock shock and gasped, "Are you two living in SIN, yet? I bet you make QUITE the tragic couple." The Fae's pale face flood
FiG 24 - PantsFiG 24 - Pants by RobinRone
The limousine was a dark navy, lined in silver and white. It pulled up to the scene of the accident in Halle-Neustadt slowly, like a panther stalking its prey. An officer approached to turn the vehicle away, but paused as a gust of wind sent him stumbling. The man looked up, frowning and confused, as if he'd forgotten his reason for coming down the street. Puzzled, he shook his head, and didn't bat an eye when the vehicle slowed to a stop and a nightmare emerged from the driver's side.
It was a large, hulking creature, shaped like a man but nearly half-again a normal mortal's size. It's skin was dark and rough, like bark from a tree, and whatever expression it may have worn was hidden by an executioner's hood. Holes were cut into the black cloth to make room for a pair of deer antlers sprouting from its head, their tips capped in gleaming silver spikes. Its eyes were two golden orbs of smoldering light, inscrutable and terrifying. Well mu
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