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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lobo Lurker" data-source="post: 1976452" data-attributes="member: 25172">OOC: Hope I didn't take too many liberties."Lhowar-Dhim!" A voice growled, resonant with echoes... and the distinct impression of the color blue. "I'd given up searching for you a month ago and what do I find at my very next turn but the Gaurdian himself."  Jurden turns, a tall reed-thin attractive woman with golden eyes and a mane of short blue hair that danced like flame addressed him."Sorry?" The ghaele was confused. He didn't remember her... "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are." he said cautiously. "...and I'm not Lhowar-Dhim. Not anymore."He eyes narrowed and the hivers in the immediate vicinity edged away. "I've had bashers dump me before, all kinds of excuses. But I've never met one that tried to deny that they remembered my attentions." She seems personally affronted.Jurden grips his head in pain as he feels her entering his mind, casting aside his mental defenses like so much chaff before the sycthe. After a moment, the mental assault retreats. He looks up. The genasi is obviously furious. Small gouts of flame erupt and die out spontaneously around her. "It seems that you are not Lhowar-Dhim... but not..." She doesn't continue and, in fact, begins walking away. She pauses though, and a slow smile finds purchase on her grim countenance. Turning back to him she says, "These changes you have wrought upon yourself, there will be a price to be paid." Returning to him she kisses Jurden on the cheeck; the ghaele is very uncomfortable. "...changes. I did this? To myself?""...shhhh..." she silences his questioning with a finger placed on his lips. She moves her hands to run them through his thick net of dreadlocks. Suddenly her fist tightens. "Lhowar was always very vain. He used to spend hours in front of my mirror, washing his hair, scenting it with oils, weaving my flowers into it." She sighs.This woman is addle-coved, he thinks. How am I going to get out of this?"I always loved his hair." She snarles and her eyes harden. "IF YOU ARE NOT HE, THEN YOU SHOULDN'T LOOK LIKE HIM!" Her eyes ignite with an inner fire and Jurden feels a burning sensation before doubleing over in pain again.When he looks up again, he sees a few smoldering dreadlocks lying on the ground. The little tiefling that won several of his improptu wrestling matches runs over. "Whoa, by the Lad. - <gulp> Err... by whatever power keeps us all safe. That blood just walked out of here with all your hair, basher." She smiles and produces a straight razor as Jugen feels his butchered hair. "Shave your skull? My razor's clean... two jink?"</blockquote>

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