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The Killing Table [Jul. 8th, 2008|07:35 pm]
The Kindred


Two of the remaining retainers of Janus' estate temporarily put down their weapons and took up formal positions adjacent to the doors that lead into the formal dining area. They opened the doors in unison, revealing a fully dressed conclave table.

"May we into the meeting room, Primogen. We have things to discuss."

And plans to make.

[User Picture]From: skiouros
2008-07-09 06:17 am (UTC)
Skiouros whimsically strolls into the grandiose dining chamber, examining the richly adorned walls while conversing with himself in a barely audible fashion. He pauses to stare intently at a thick panel of the rick velvet curtain undulating rhythmically from a remarkable strong breeze before giggling to himself and gravitating toward one of the dining chairs.

Skiouros excitedly jumps in the air, fondling wayward pieces of his diaphanous tail fabric as they return toward the earth. Mesmerized by the reflections cast from the meticulously polished silverware, his gaze haphazardly bounces throughout the room while he sits in one of the chairs.

"From the mightiest Pharaoh to the lowliest peasant, everyone enjoys a good sit. Simple pleasures, plucked with piercing fingernails of justice, still grow fruitful from the tree, even if the roots wither and retreat toward the trunk."

Skiouros pauses for a moment and begins to grab at the space around him.

"The scourge is suffocating, the crimson waters recede. We must find the space in which to grow."
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