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Saturday, August 20, 2005

part four

Thirty years later.

His furry head was laid out across her lap. Lightly dozing as the now well worn carriage bumbled across the road. Both horses had been replaced at least ten times now. Over the years they had been body guards, mercenaries, merchants, and vagrants.
“So how does my lap feel today ,Blanco?,” asked Eve as she patted his head.
“Woof.”
Sigh. “Could you try your human form. You know, so I can actually hold a conversation with you. I just realized I say that to all my boyfriends. Huh. Weird.”
Blanco stared up at her, but he did not even put in the effort to move his head. His light brown eyes focused on her face, which had only a few hours before been home to so much rage.
“I think we did rather well on this mission. How about you Mr. I can’t be beaten by some snot nosed girl and her dog?,” her head turning back to the gagged and bound prisoner they were about to deliver to the king they were currently working for.
“Mmfmffmf hfhmhhff!!!.”
“Gee. I’m sorry I can’t understand mumbly, I only speak ENGLISH!!!!!!”
Blanco’s head popped up over the seat just enough so that he could drool on to the feet of “Crool, the Insatiable Darkness.” Crool’s head drooped with disappointment over his current situation.
“I bet you never thought you’d be my dogs chew toy. How much money are you going to make us?”
Crool’s head sank all the way to his chest, and no more mumbling could be heard.
“Fine. Be that way. See if I care. Blanco, eat his shoes!!”
Blanco immediately snapped them off the feet of the half-demon warlord, and enthusiastically tore them to shreds. In the distance, the white gates of the town could be seen reflecting brightly in the sun.
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