Battle of Wits
"Haha, I've got you this time, Yahweh!" The young man crowed as he rounded the corner of the garden path. Like always, his robes were slightly askew, revealing more of his muscular form than was necessary. Though he tried, he couldn't keep the excited expression from his handsome face.
"What is it now, Lucifer?" Asked Yahweh. He didn't move from where he sat, head bowed, eyes closed, white hair flowing gracefully around him. "You have disturbed my meditation once again, and for one of your silly extended metaphors, no less."
"I know, Yahweh, I know," Lucifer replied, his words fraught with frustration as he sat beside his master in the flowers. "I just couldn't contain myself any longer!"
"You and I both know why it is you try to best me." He raised a hand before Lucifer could protest. "I also know that I will get no peace unless I hear you out. So, lets have it; let me hear yo
"So, tell me again, how long have we been on our own?" Sumettai asked, already knowing the answer, her words were merely the catalyst for a ritual born of long practice.
Though she usually answered right away, Aisuna lingered in what she was doing this day. The wind caught at her heavy green gown and wrapped it around her thin and delicate form as she stood. The small squirrel she had been treating for a stomach ache bounded away, healed. "We've been on our own for years, but it seems like an eternity." Truthfully, she'd never really gotten used to the solitude. Before, Aisuna had always had Korimah or Shimona to talk to, and she was never lonely. Not that she was lonely here with Sumy. Its just that after the war she couldn't find he sibling, no matter how hard she searched. "I came here with you to rest after the war and to think of where we should search next for Korimah. That was almost ten year
Goldy-Chick and da Three Dawgs
One day down in the hood, there were three dawgs chowin' down on some gruel. So Pimp Daddy says, "Like my gruel is way too steamed." And Big Mama was like, "This *bleep* is way too hot." So they uppin' went for a pimp ride to the ghetto. So like later, this Goldy-chick came and was cleanin' out the crib. She saw the gruel and was like, "I'm starved, I'm gonna eat me some." She tried Pimp Daddy's and was like, "This *bleep* is way too hot." She ate some of Big Mama's and was like, "This *bleep*'s like freezing." Then Goldy-chick tried Lil' Dawgs and was like, "This *bleep* is Phat!" And she ate like all of it. Then she went to the den and tried the chairs. Pimp Daddy's was like too hard, and Big Mama's was like too soft. Then she tried Lil' Dawg's and was like, "This *bleep*'s da bomb, fo' sho!" But then the chair busted landing her flat on her butt. "*Bleep*, and that was comfy too."
Then she like went up the stair and was like, "Now this is a place to crash." She tried Pimp Daddy's be
Death Walker 2
"What in the name of the sky above and the earth below were you two doing? What reason have you to fight?" In her annoyance she didn't realize that she had death spoken until she saw the dark man start.
"So, you are a necromancer also?" He asked, also speaking the tongue of the dead, "I guess that explains why this man wouldn't die. Is he a necromancer also, or just under your protection?"
Something in the way he was looking at her set Ohsecha on edge. "He is a death walker. I know nothing more about him other then the fact that he is not of our world."
"Indeed," The dark man said looking back at Lore with some slight apprehension, "I have to admit that I tried to force his spirit into death because I thought him a threat. As you can see, it didn't work."
"Obviously, it is not his time," Ohsecha responded guardedly, "Ovven has been known to protect his chosen from death."
This appeared to startle the dark man,