2010-08-23 [Death's Hellhound]: [You are a father take responsibility for it]

*looks back hoping he doesn't see the tears in her eyes* sometimes this Preistess has had enough of the world

2010-08-23 [Arctic Knight]: [Of course I'm taking responsibility for it love...it my fault you are pregnant but that doesn't mean I should be hated]

*looks up, showing the tears in his that suddenly spring to his eyes at the comment made* That's not...I don't know what to say....

2010-08-23 [Death's Hellhound]: [I's puking]


It has nothing to do with you. it's my life. it's the people who enjoy making this Preistess wish for the old days

2010-08-23 [Arctic Knight]: [I realize that darling...you could have said no. *pulls back your hair out of the way*]

I like the Tora here...now. Just like I tell my other friends...you can't live in the past. If you do, you can't possibly have a future anywhere.

2010-08-23 [Death's Hellhound]: [*makes a face* you realize Crystal is a fertility goddess right? further that I had my tubes tied]


the past isn't what bugs me it's always the present.

2010-08-23 [Arctic Knight]: [I do now...and you have 21 kits. Was she messing with you or what? *looks into her eyes*]

I understand sweetheart. *opens arms*

2010-08-23 [Death's Hellhound]: [She naturally repairs things like that]


*walks over into the hug*

2010-08-23 [Arctic Knight]: [Ah...why hasn't she? Did you ask her not to love?]

*wraps my arms around you and holds you close, comforting you in my embrace* It's okay love...I'm here.

2010-08-23 [Tr!X*]: o.o wow... i wandered in on something i shouldnt have....

2010-08-23 [Death's Hellhound]: [She did on accident]


*laughes* I had an emotional breakdown being empath no fun

2010-08-23 [Tr!X*]: o.O i don't get it. whys half of the convo in red, and half normal...

2010-08-24 [Death's Hellhound]: [because]

Don't ask

2010-08-24 [Tr!X*]: .> i just did. don'tworry. i'll go ask jimmy ^-^

2010-08-24 [Arctic Knight]: *sits behind my desk, sorting through papers and responding to emails, listening to the radio as it plays Beat It by Micheal Jackson*

2010-08-24 [Death's Hellhound]: *walks in looking kind of worn out*

2010-08-25 [Arctic Knight]: *looks up and tilts head* You okay dear?

[Shadow?]

2010-08-25 [Death's Hellhound]: I'm fine just feel worn out

[It takes a lot of energy to move a prego lady around]

2010-08-25 [Arctic Knight]: *nods and points at the bean bag in the corner* It's really comfortable...honestly.

[*nods* I understand that. You're okay though?]

2010-08-25 [Death's Hellhound]: [Tired but fine]

2010-08-26 [Arctic Knight]: [*nods* Okay dear]

2010-09-01 [Arctic Knight]: *walks in and closes the door behind him, sitting in his chair heavily and rubbing his eyes. He has bags under them from a rough night of sleep, his robes in disarray and his hair disheveled. He looks around and sighs, leaning back and closing his eyes*