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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 12:41 am
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"ISIIIIII!"
The shout was probably loud enough to wake up anyone who made the mistake of sleeping in the reserve.
"Isi, Isi, Isi!"
Scampering to the elder Famine's dwelling, Mahir wasn't exactly an uncommon sight, merely an unwanted one. He was wringing a few of his shadowy hands together in lieu of his actual ones, hidden beneath his many-layered robe. He had reverted back to their ancient and far more comfortable language, one that was comprised of just as many hand gestures and shakes of metal bracelets as hisses and insectlike clicks. On the outside, he was trying to appear as friendly and likeable as he could.
"Oh hello Isi it is so wonderful to see you again, really it is, have you done something new with your hair? Love the new beads. And I'm not just saying that. What are they, made from the skulls of your enemies? Fantastic. And look, you've redecorated! You know, I love that we get to talk like this. Just two horsemen, talking... about things... friend."
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 12:51 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 1:06 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 1:13 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 1:37 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 1:50 am
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He was just so young, it was infuriating. Mahir embodied every trait Izzy hated in a horseman: young, foolish, and distracted. This would be the third tarantula lost this month, but the seventh in a long suffering exchange that still somehow compelled the Famine horseman to help his ...
Not quite protégé, because protégé would imply that it was a willing partnership.
"Eugh," is all he said, tugging away his robes like a conservative demon tugging their skirt away from a begging scareling. "Don't do that."
The same tactic always won out, with Izzy, and the beastly little colt knew how to take advantage of it.
"Fine." He rolled up a sleeve to shake an ink-stained, bony, finger at Mahir, his green eyes still narrowed. "But this is the last one." He walked the length of his lair, fingers dragging against the stone in between terrariums. B-5. Male. This one would do. He produced a basket from somewhere within his sleeves, and gently tucked B-5 into it, and offered it to the younger Famine.
"If you ruin this," he said, sounding more pleasant than he had the entire meeting by far, "You will be doing all of your work here. In my lair. Where I can see." Tucking both hands back into his robes, Izzy tossed his head, the various beads within it rattling menacingly.
There was no need to ask if he was understood. Mahir, for all his flaws, was not an idiot. That was the only reason Isi-Ngoma put up with his...idiosyncrasies.
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