DC: In today's chapter (really short) we will be taking a trip to the bad guy's evil lair and see what all he's up to. Oh, this is going to be good! :)
And I didn't put this up on the last chapter but (correct me if I'm wrong) excido pupilla means lost orphan girl in Latin.
Impatiently he walked around the cold stone floor of his lair. It was dark, buried under the ground the lair was completely held up by stone. It was elaborate in a castle like way with many tunnels and rooms. The only warmth came from torches that hung on the walls of the only sections of the dungeon that had been explored. He was worried. The child had not returned in 4 days and it was drawing on his last nerve. It was bad enough that Tak had lied to him in saying that he had no idea of who he was describing to him. The fact that his minions kept pestering him about it only further fueled the flame of his anger.
"Mm mm m m mm."
"I agree with Needles. That kid is smart. There's no need to get all worked up about it."
T'laloc stopped his pacing. Slowly he turned to his doll minions, his look darker than it usually was. He was far more angered than he realized as he seized a hand full of Pins cloth made chest and lifted him from the ground.
"I understand that child is smart but you do not understand the importance of the situation. That brat is TOO smart. If that adolescent were to…if…"
T'laloc's face fell behind shadow and his body shook. As if he had lost his strength, the arm that held Pins drooped and his hand fell to his side, leaving Pins to stand there stunned. T'laloc turned and slowly walked over to one of the chairs that sat in the light of a dieing torch. Sullenly he sat down with a sigh.
"I need that child."
He covered his face with a hand and looked away in distant thought, no doubt trying to figure out a way of fixing this vexatious issue. Needles hopped of toward the far west corridor, 'mm-ing' something to himself. Pins stood there for a moment simply staring at his master but eventually turned to follow Needles. He hesitated for a moment and shook his head in pity before he vanished into the shadow of the castle. T'laloc still sat as still as a statue in his chair staring off into space. He needed that brat. He needed that brat more than ever now. He was so used to having that warm face around that it was starting to become an addiction. Was this a bad thing? To get addicted to a compassionate egotistical juvenile delinquent? As T'laloc sat, drowning in his thoughts, Needles hopped back into the room, carrying a clear flask full of a reddish-purple liquid. He offered it to his master and T'laloc, with much effort, took it from him and took a swig.
"Mm mmmm mm mmm m m mm?"
T'laloc sighed deeply again, not looking at his minion. Resting his chin in his hand he finally answered.
"Yes…I do care deeply…for her."
DC: OO oh some slight angsty there. Not like T'laloc, huh? Well bet that was interesting to read. Yeah it was really short, cause I don't really much care for the bad guys. LoL.
Well I'm not going to be updating again tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill, um, the 30th or the 3rd of next month cause its going to be Thanksgiving Break so I'm not going to be here. Till then, you all have a good Thanksgiving!