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pale_elf[Dreaming of a Cazador was the norm, when he lowered his guard and entered meditative state... sometimes things slipped in. Sometimes he just lacked a proper defense from some thoughts and memories flooded back in, vivid and true like the day he lived them. Remembering the night his master lulled him sweet dreams while torturing him with his 'needles' and carving his skin so many times marks managed to stay despite the vampire regeneration- well, it had been a terrible experience, but he pushed through those memories until he could read the marks and make something out of them. Infernal. That was his only lead in understanding what Cazador did to him.
Considering how much the bastard enjoyed stopping by and ask him to strip just to admire his work during the ages, he was pretty sure it was something important- that or Cazador was rather pleased he managed to leave a mark over a body who had incredible regenerative powers.
He had been considering to try his luck with Raphael for a while, it was his best bet to make sense of something he carried on his back and never saw for... far too long. He studied infernal pacts, had casual conversations with Wyll about it without bringing up his actual intentions and just saying he was moderately afraid that between Mizora and Raphael they were at risk- dealing with a devil, accepting to pay something in exchange of something else was incredibly risky, but was it better or worse than returning in his master's city and not having a clue on what, beside pride, was driving him to seek his spawn back so much?
Hell, he sent a Gur hunter after him. A message and a threat.]
Well, fuck me... just not literally.
[It was with those words that he stepped away from the party that was talking with Jaheira. He knew very well he had to stay in her peripheral vision not to cause any stir or trouble, but the man he wanted to see was right there playing a game with the tiefling kid named Mol. He gave the kid just a push to win, saw her run away and then stopped discussing with the Devil. A deal was made rather quickly, but he still didn't know what he had to pay. At least there was no contract so, as far as he knew, not getting his part done was just going to mean he wasn't going to get any answer, nothing worse.
By the time Nepione was done talking with the druid and Karlach was starting to fangirl after her war hero, he was sitting in front of the game board, barely touching the tip of the queen with one of his fingers and dreading the next move. They... needed protection, they needed to ally with someone and he didn't know if a bunch of surviving harpers were their best bet in this equation. Nor he knew if he wanted to leave the shadow lands, despite the evident lack of food that was starting to take a tool on him, because anything after terrified him. And finding out what Raphael wanted... well, he was going to face that when time came.]
Considering how much the bastard enjoyed stopping by and ask him to strip just to admire his work during the ages, he was pretty sure it was something important- that or Cazador was rather pleased he managed to leave a mark over a body who had incredible regenerative powers.
He had been considering to try his luck with Raphael for a while, it was his best bet to make sense of something he carried on his back and never saw for... far too long. He studied infernal pacts, had casual conversations with Wyll about it without bringing up his actual intentions and just saying he was moderately afraid that between Mizora and Raphael they were at risk- dealing with a devil, accepting to pay something in exchange of something else was incredibly risky, but was it better or worse than returning in his master's city and not having a clue on what, beside pride, was driving him to seek his spawn back so much?
Hell, he sent a Gur hunter after him. A message and a threat.]
Well, fuck me... just not literally.
[It was with those words that he stepped away from the party that was talking with Jaheira. He knew very well he had to stay in her peripheral vision not to cause any stir or trouble, but the man he wanted to see was right there playing a game with the tiefling kid named Mol. He gave the kid just a push to win, saw her run away and then stopped discussing with the Devil. A deal was made rather quickly, but he still didn't know what he had to pay. At least there was no contract so, as far as he knew, not getting his part done was just going to mean he wasn't going to get any answer, nothing worse.
By the time Nepione was done talking with the druid and Karlach was starting to fangirl after her war hero, he was sitting in front of the game board, barely touching the tip of the queen with one of his fingers and dreading the next move. They... needed protection, they needed to ally with someone and he didn't know if a bunch of surviving harpers were their best bet in this equation. Nor he knew if he wanted to leave the shadow lands, despite the evident lack of food that was starting to take a tool on him, because anything after terrified him. And finding out what Raphael wanted... well, he was going to face that when time came.]
