| rdfs:comment
| - Krixx dipped his quill in his ink well, and sat thinking to himself. He was in the Gallow's End, one of his favorite retreats, and he had his succubus, Domthea, at his side, and his dragon Sparky sat proudly on the table before him in all his black might. The air smelled of death, and had a peculiar musty odor on top of that. The area looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Twice. Krixx hated tornadoes. He thought hard for a few minutes, paused, and proceeded to scratch down the first words of his document in a barely legible, lazy script: He lifted his quill and began to write again:
|
| abstract
| - Krixx dipped his quill in his ink well, and sat thinking to himself. He was in the Gallow's End, one of his favorite retreats, and he had his succubus, Domthea, at his side, and his dragon Sparky sat proudly on the table before him in all his black might. The air smelled of death, and had a peculiar musty odor on top of that. The area looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Twice. Krixx hated tornadoes. He thought hard for a few minutes, paused, and proceeded to scratch down the first words of his document in a barely legible, lazy script: Krixx lifted his quill form his paper, thinking hard. He patted Sparky's head, smiled in his vile way, and tried to come to a good decision of what to write next. He glanced at Domthea for a bit of reassurance, but found none. She simply shrugged at him as she read what he'd written. Figures. He thought. She's never been much of a writer, that's more Laztal's territory. He lifted his quill and began to write again: Krixx lifted his head to look at Domthea, and snorted in disbelief. Krixx slammed his quill down, and began recalling the many quirks of his demons. How his imp loved candy and singing, how his fel hunter loved gnoll meat and playing fetch, how his voidwalker loved trying his hat on and crushing rocks, and how his succubus was such an excellent cook. He had a grin on his face as he began scribbling once more: Krixx thought about that last line angrily. He remembered how, only days before, Lilithia had talked to him. "Why do you allow her to speak?" she had asked, in reply to one of Domthea's jokes. Because a good master knows the plight of a demon under the control of somebody like you. A good master knows true power can only come from friendship with those he controls. He had thought, but he could say nothing of the sort. He knew Lilithia would never understand. Nobody would!! He was the only one with his sanity still intact!!! He slammed the table with his fist, a serious look about his face, with his eyebrows raised. He pushed down his pointed, purple hat and turned to Domthea. "I believe it isss done! Behold, and revel in the glory that is this glorious document!" He said, wheezing afterwards. "It's certainly glorious. Did you write what we agreed on?" She asked with a poisonous sweetness. "Yesss. This should aid us in showing more people the right path. It should further our most excellent cause nicely, I suspect." He grinned, his rotten teeth clacking together loudly. "*Our* cause, Master Krixx?" she asked, grinning devilishly, a mischevious glint in her eye. "Yesss... OUR cause. Now, come, I wish to try those new barbecue ribs of yours. I have some ordered in Orgrimmar, and if that orc doesn't have them ready, we'll eat HIS ribs, how does that sound?" He gathered up his paper and quill, allowed Sparky, snorting flames, to sit on his shoulder, and began to walk towards the door, his succubus right by his side as always.
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)