Jinx~
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Thread Topic: Jinx~
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Drawing the symbols which were having their energy drained by the dark magic in the cell was making him very tired , the only rune that worked as Malefecant alowed IT was a faint light rune so he activated one , it was enough light to see his face .
With that he fell asleep. -
Max sighed and looked for a little bit of light, but there was none. He sighed as he realized, it must be dark. He closed his eyes and wished he would have had a normal childhood. He finally drifted in the darkness of sleep.
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The dream scape~
It was a dark forest covered in brambles and thorns digging into Dantes little clothing ripping holes into his clothing and causing him to bleed out as the throne cut into his soft plae skin.
" This isnt my dream scape If I'm able to be hurt" he said aloud . -
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Max tossed and turned, it was the same dream over and over. He let out a piercing scream.
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Dante was shocked out of where ever he was , he noticed he was actually bleeding and his clothes were ripped as well " Was that real?" He muttered aloud.
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Max woke up, he was icy cold. Something was different this time, very different. What, he didn't know. He sensed someone else was in the dream, but who he wish he knew.
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Dante looked at the ligt symbol it was slowly running out so he carved another one on the other side.
He sighed heavily. -
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Max looked up at the ceiling. It was most likely early in the morning, because the sky was still dark. He sighed and waited for the sun to rise.
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He closed his eyes , Thinking of all the things he had learned from his father before he was killed , but that led to a curios thought , he looked nothing like his parents almost , he had his mothers eyes and her skin colour.
" I don't look like them " he said aloud . -
Max jumped from hearing Dante's voice. "What did you say?" he said as he was still half asleep.
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" nothing " he answered sharply , his bone structure was more on his mothers side than his fathers with a very femine looking face his skin was paler than her but just as soft.
But his hair was what confused him his fathers hair was brown his mothers gold so how was his blue?. -
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Max didn't respond back. He wanted to, but he didn't. He had, had enough from his mother. He looked at a puddle in the floor and looked at his reflection. He hated it. His horns and tail were a late present from his mother. The wings were from his father, whomever he was.
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