Post by Becka *Pone* on Jan 9, 2005 12:00:13 GMT -5
Tucking in his large wings tightly, and possitioning his head a little to the side so his antlers wouldn't get stuck, Fie Lian was just barely able to make it through the doors of the Cafe. He knew one of his mages, Snowflake was her name, was working at the Cafe. And he knew she was very busy as well, but she would have to set aside her duties to the Cafe for a short time, because there were now more pressing duties to be had.
Sitting down in a corner table, Fie Lian picked up a menu and pretended to look at it. He was in a rare serious mood, but the murder of two civilians was a serious matter. He had no doubts in his mind who had done it, that part was quite obvious, but the question of why nagged at his brain as he tapped his hoof restlessly on the table.
Of course, Yama and the other dark Gods didn't need a reason to kill, but he was quite sure this wasn't just a random killing, much as he knew the dark Gods enjoyed it. He could feel something stirring in the air, some new dark presence that was throwing off the balance of things. It was making him lean towards the good side (although he had been known to take up the dark side more than once in these little spats through time).
Waiting less and less patiently for his mage to drift over, Lian's hoof was still tapping the tabletop and his wings were shifting impatiently.
Sitting down in a corner table, Fie Lian picked up a menu and pretended to look at it. He was in a rare serious mood, but the murder of two civilians was a serious matter. He had no doubts in his mind who had done it, that part was quite obvious, but the question of why nagged at his brain as he tapped his hoof restlessly on the table.
Of course, Yama and the other dark Gods didn't need a reason to kill, but he was quite sure this wasn't just a random killing, much as he knew the dark Gods enjoyed it. He could feel something stirring in the air, some new dark presence that was throwing off the balance of things. It was making him lean towards the good side (although he had been known to take up the dark side more than once in these little spats through time).
Waiting less and less patiently for his mage to drift over, Lian's hoof was still tapping the tabletop and his wings were shifting impatiently.