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dplax · 09-06-2007, 05:25 PM

Nivram

Voices drifted in the haze of madness. A word here, a word there. Only fragments of what Isokla said...fragments that Nivram himself agreed with reached his mind and were comprehended by his thoughts devoted to blind rage.

"violence is...right...Nivram...you'll...murder him in cold blood...we can have him...you're...a murderer...hurt them..."

Nivram flashed a smile towards Isokla. The perfect smile that only a madman could produce, with his own blood smeared across his cheeks. The crystal shard pressed harder against Jason's neck, while Nivram's blue eyes, an unnatural expression dancing in them stared unblinking at the bandit underneath him.

Jason's blood finally started flowing from a shallow cut, mingling with the blood coursing from Nivram's own hand. The two red fluids merged on the rogue's neck and dripped slowly to the fluffy, soft, pink grass.

Had he been a casual outside observer and not fully caught up by the events, Nivram would have been quite surprised at the thoughts rushing through Jason's head. He expected fear not repentance. But he did not know Jason's thoughts. And in his current state, probably wouldn't have cared even if he knew.

The crystal shard bit even deeper into Nivram's hand as his grip tightened on it. More downward pressure was applied, but still not enough to sever any important blood vessels. Not yet.

Still, pink, soft and fluffy bunny land had never seen such violence before.

09-06-2007, 05:25 PM	#8
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 38 Posts: 5,577	Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus Nivram Voices drifted in the haze of madness. A word here, a word there. Only fragments of what Isokla said...fragments that Nivram himself agreed with reached his mind and were comprehended by his thoughts devoted to blind rage. "violence is...right...Nivram...you'll...murder him in cold blood...we can have him...you're...a murderer...hurt them..." Nivram flashed a smile towards Isokla. The perfect smile that only a madman could produce, with his own blood smeared across his cheeks. The crystal shard pressed harder against Jason's neck, while Nivram's blue eyes, an unnatural expression dancing in them stared unblinking at the bandit underneath him. Jason's blood finally started flowing from a shallow cut, mingling with the blood coursing from Nivram's own hand. The two red fluids merged on the rogue's neck and dripped slowly to the fluffy, soft, pink grass. Had he been a casual outside observer and not fully caught up by the events, Nivram would have been quite surprised at the thoughts rushing through Jason's head. He expected fear not repentance. But he did not know Jason's thoughts. And in his current state, probably wouldn't have cared even if he knew. The crystal shard bit even deeper into Nivram's hand as his grip tightened on it. More downward pressure was applied, but still not enough to sever any important blood vessels. Not yet. Still, pink, soft and fluffy bunny land had never seen such violence before.