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They looked at me in shock, "You have to be kidding???" Vylad chocked.
"I'm not." I answered.
"AND why do you need to tell us?" Garroth asked un-patient. " Because you're his God damn brother!" I shouted as a response.
Silence occurred.
"He is nowhere MY brother." Garroth sneered. That's when I had grabbed him but the collar of his green vest. "Yes.he.is" I growled low enough for him to hear.
"HEY! I NOT HERE TO WATCH YOUR PETTY FEUD!!" Vylad barked. I let go and sighed calmly."sorry vylad." I softly reply.
"Garroth. Let her explain." Vylad said Calmly.
"Thank you Vylad. AHEM. Well i was assigned as the guard captain (I don't want to say royal gaurd XD) since I AM the goddess of war!~" I purred. (BECAUSE MY ZODIAC IS A ARIES AND ARIES ARE THE GOD OF WAR.)
The two looked boreded.
"AHEM. Well, I have assigned you two along with some more of my fellow guards. And a few friends. I'm sure you two understand your brother's strength." I stated softly so Garroth wouldn't throw some kind of weapon at me.
Yet he did. He threw a knife to the point where I could hear the slashing of the knife. I started to breath again.
"Bull-shit" he slured.
Vylad just looked in shock for what just happened and I was flushed in anger. I grabbed both of them by the ear, both came closer to me with a painful grunt.
"You are--no, WILL be joining me for his search. I'm not here to have a freaking CONVERSATION." I growled once more with some spit leaving my mouth. I let go of both their ears and walked out the door "I'm hoping to find you with the rest of my gaurds. tomarrow. 5 a.m SHARP.
Well, i'll see you later vylad! And you too I guess...garroth." I started to mutter after i was talking about Garroth.What a nice conversation.
(Hey. Yeah, I have some more people in the book that aren't involved with my street. But could you give me some ideas for God's and goddesses? Like Greek God's or something? But DON'T FOR GET TO SMILE AND FOLLOW)
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