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Cao the Exiled
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Lewascan2
Retribution
Lurking Krog
Guardian Angel Haruki
SleepingSilence
Neziul
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LadyRunic
Level: 2 (12/20 EXP)
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon
Word Count: Less Than 750 Words (+1 EXP)
Interaction: @Potemking, @Yankee, @DracoLunaris and @Archmage MC
As much as he wanted to tell Midna to shove it where the sun doesn't shine, it was hard to stay angry when Laharl heard the smooth-as-silk voice of the woman he both feared and admired at the same time. Primrose had a seductive way about her from the sway of her hips to her honeying words that trapped the poor boy like an insect caught in the jaws of a venus flytrap.
Laharl was still quite miffed at the pixie for using such a tone, she wasn't the boss of him and the other Overlord who thought he was so evil. Unexpectedly he just crossed his arms, pouting as he walked away they could catch a few curses uttered under his breath as Laharl went to see the crimson hooded dancer.
As arrogant and self-centered as Laharl may present himself to be, deep down he craved the acceptance and approval of those he considered his friends most valuable minions. Although she was a bit too curvacious for his liking Primrose was someone he felt he could trust and probably the most tolerable person Laharl knew besides his missing vassal Etna.
He wanted the dancer to praise him for his deeds and tell him he was cool, you know stroke his ego like a good friend minion should. "I am going to get stronger," the shrimp of a demonic prince grumbled still pouting childishly "I just hate being told what to do." Laharl mumbled as he stood beside Primrose.
It seemed that he wasn't the only one who chastened to being told what to do when Queen Sectonia mentioned her own distaste of having to follow the command of others when one was somebody who had once commanded others themself. Yet he wasn't about to say he was sympathetic to her own predicament, he was however in agreement with the new opportunity to become stronger.
