Twin Moons Rising[P/MT, Open]

[Aldarminia]

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TO: Shura Saius of The Twin Moon Empire of Lyra Daius
FROM: Grand Emperor Sir Hrothashki I The Cossack of the Azcheykoil of the Grand Imperial Republic and United Colonial Imperium of Aldarminia
SUBJECT: Disgust and Pity
ENCRYPTION: NONE

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I speak for all citizens of my vast Empire when I say we are disgusted by your nuclear genocide of millions. Aldarminia will always stand alongside those who wish to purify this world of weakness, but what you have done is kill countless innocent lives of your own people. If you claim to have cleansed your nation in order to make it great, you are wrong. I, myself, have fought against a man like you. That man slaughtered his own people. Within two years of civil war, that man was responsible for the deaths of over four hundred million Aldarminians. Your actions are almost exactly the same as his. That man was killed just a little over a year ago by the very people he attempted to slaughter and oppress. So, how long do you think you have before you will meet a similar fate?

You must be the worst ruler and insane to have thought you would bring your nation to greatness and then call its smouldering remains an empire. I am disgusted by your actions and your blatant mismanagement of your nation. Your subjects deserve better, so I pity them. I pity you as well. I pity you because it is extremely pathetic of you to be so insane to make yourself nuke your own country. You call it a holy land? Well, Shura of the Saiusil, your holy land's sanctity has already been tainted, no, defiled several times over. What kind of holy land is ruled by such a horribly unholy man? No such thing can exist. At least that is what I thought until I was made aware of your mass murder. Now, I am sickened by the slightest mention of the awful paradox that has become the so-called "Twin Moon Empire".

Your actions are the likes of an incompetent madman's. I know, if you knew who I was, you would doubt my right to say that you are incompetent. I am a very young ruler by the standards of many empires, but one year into my reign, I have brought Aldarminia into yet another age of prosperity. I have won a war that most thought was impossible to do so. I have secured several of Aldarminia's colonial claims without firing a single shot despite hostile and foreign occupation. Under my leadership, the Imperial Republic and its Imperium has only met success in all of its endeavors. You, on the other hand, have just brought death and ruin to yours. Your nation is not an empire, but a scorched field with a small patch of grass. I am beginning to question your ability to lead your people and even your claim to power over them. Surely there is someone in your God-forsaken and vile nation's populace who can rule better than you ever would.

If it were not for our diplomatic ties within the Brimstone Pact, I would finish what you started. I would do so, though, in a way more suitable. I would first wipe out whatever laughable defenses you have created to protect your putrid empire. Then my soldiers would happily march on your lands and finish off your military and kill off any government officials they encountered. When they found you, I would order them to execute you in front of your family and all of your followers. Then, the flag of Aldarminia would rise above what would be left of your empire, and your people would be under my righteous rule. Fortunately for you, Shura Saius, I will not break the rules of a Pact I am honored to have my empire as a member of. So, I can only express my anger, disgust, and pity towards you. That is all I can do. For now.

X Grand Emperor Sir Hrothashki I The Cossack of the Grand Imperial Republic and United Colonial Imperium of Aldarminia

GIRA

[-Deus-]

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To: Grand Derp a Herp Sir Hroth-something I The Blah Blah Blah of Blah Blah Blaaaaaah
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject: Hello There.

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You There,

Silly child. Do not attempt to compare to me. Do not attempt to phase me by your words. Nor frighten me. You are but a child, a simple kid who still needs to be changed by his mother, taken to preschool in the morning and needs a night light to sleep peacefully. Get laid kid, then come back and talk to a god. Take your petty remarks else where, for your disgust does nothing more then annoy me. But I have a question for you...how long do you think it will take before I march my tanks over your land and I have your head as a trophy? Haha, think on it kid.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[Scocialist Provinces]

To: the pitiful fool who has committed such atrocity
From: Keriolenko the third

I find your hate for humans laughable. YOU plan to wipe US out? HAGH! I've seen a monarchy stronger willed than you! You are a nation of slime and stench, and even I, a dictator find your purpose to be... MENTALLY INCAPABLE. You are also, among many things, not, I repeat, NOT a god. Such superior beings do not exist in the first place, so your claim is only invalid. I suggest you look up and wave hello to our missile programs, and the weapon known as KANTO...

Hope you burn,

Keriolenko, predecessor of Maximus the 1st and supreme leader of the DSP.

[Suur Eesti]

To, Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera

I find your threats against humanity pathetic regardless of what you have accomplished in your past. Genocide is not anything to be proud of, nor is it an accomplishment of the caliber necessary to impress even a little girl. You will not manage anything, you are pathetic, you are scum. I hope this world finds an end to you soon.

From,

Aleksander Aare

[Aldarminia]

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TO: Shura Saius of I Don't Give A Damn
FROM: Your Almighty, Wrathful, Majestic, and Superior Grand Emperor Sir Hrothashki I The Cossack of the Azcheykoil of the Grand Imperial Republic and United Colonial Imperium of Aldarminia
SUBJECT: RE: Hello there
ENCRYPTION: NONE

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Get laid kid? Get laid kid? You better learn who you're talking to. I have more than three billion subjects under my wing and I rule an Empire that dwarfs yours so much it is pathetic. I could crush you with my little toe. You are no god. You are a false prophet. Get laid kid? Really? You seem to be dodging the accusations and going straight for the throat. Two can play at that game.

I was already a man when I was ten. When you were ten years old, you were probably still pleasuring yourself to lingerie magazines. That's if your manhood was even developed enough back then to get the job done, which I highly doubt. Especially considering from your insanity that your brain isn't fully developed now, so I don't even think you're developed there either. I'm surprised someone would have your child. Oh, yes, I know all about your precious daughter. My intel can figure out pretty quickly when my rivals have children. Did you pay the poor soul you impregnated and forgot to use protection like the naive child you are? Or did you just use one of your slaves?

You're a mass-murdering psychopath who can't run a country properly so he has to nuke it to smithereens, and you're telling me to get laid? I'm a multi-trillionaire Emperor without a single defeat in any kind of combat. I have ten houses, most of them in tropical paradises. I think my loyal and happy laundry maids are tired enough from washing my sheets every nights, so I don't think I'll obey your command.

So, how do you like it when you grab at my throat, and then I cut your hands off with my knife? I bet you loved it when I then put the barrel of a gun to your temple too? You're obviously a glutton for punishment. You called me a child, and then you yourself insulted me in a childish manner. You should've known as soon as you sent me that hypocritic dung heap of a communique that you were going to get hit back hard. I'll let those insults slide. In fact, I'm done bickering with you. Consider this the last communique I send to you personally from me.

X Grand Emperor Sir Hrothashki I The Cossack of the Grand Imperial Republic and United Colonial Imperium of Aldarminia

GIRA

[-Deus-]

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To: Your Almighty, Wrathful, Majestic, and Superior Grand Emperor Sir Hrothashki I The Cossack of the Azcheykoil of the Grand Imperial Republic and United Colonial Imperium of Aldarminia
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject:RE Hello There.

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You There,

Listen to me kid. When I was ten I was already living by myself, I was already fending for myself, on the cold streets of Deus. My mother had already died, her dying words nothing but scorn for the world, the human world. My sister was already murdering, stealing, surviving like the rest of us. I had, I was nothing, jack shit, the bastard son of a...I'm not a psychopath.I'm not some evil man who enjoys killing. I'm not some masterminding leader, sitting on his throne, plotting. I wasn't handed any of this, I had to fight, surivive, plan and plot, scheme and think to get to were I am. You, you silly, naive little boy...you were handed your position. And from your lack of diplomatic reasoning, I see you learned little in the ways of diplomacy. When I was ten, I was nearly dead, dying from some disease or another. When you were ten, you were sucking on a silver spoon, enjoying wealth, happiness, all of the good stuff. I don't want to kill the world. All I want is a human free world. A perfect society. A place were I can live simply, no need to fight, no need to argue. A place were I can live with what scraps of a family I have left. With my daughter, a place were she can live in peace, in happiness even. So please, come at me, fuel more anger and hatred in this world, I don't care. Let this message be heard by all the world even. Let it be known that on this day, all I want. All any of the Daian people want, is to be left alone.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[-Deus-]

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To: Keriolenko the third
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject: Hello There.

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You There,

Yes. You call me pathetic...you call me mentally incapable. Yet you yourself fail in not only the very human language of English and it's grammar, but also proper prose as a whole. Please, before you spew more nonsense, consult a spell checker. Humans...disgusting.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[-Deus-]

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To: Aleksander Aare
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject: Hello There.

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You There,

Yet another human knocking on my door. How many times must I say it? Your opinions...your species, are utter failures in my eyes. I am not proud of my genocide, no. I would have preferred a peaceful solution, but dirt cannot be removed with words. And yes, my little girl did seem quite impressed.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[Scocialist Provinces]

To: your whiny litte fool
From: Keriolenko, supreme ruler of the DSP

This is humorous. I actually laughed when you said "I'm not plotting..." then "... I spent years of plotting..." I have no respect for hypocrites. And YOU have lost all respect.

OoC:(KANTO should be flying over you right now. It's an oversized EMP that will blow up your power grid, or any other electronic.)

[Northwest Americana]

An Official Communique from the Citizens' Republic of Northwest Americana

Subject: Repulsion Regarding An Anti-Egalitarian Act
To: The Despot Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera
From: The Diplomacy Department of the Citizens' Republic of Northwest Americana
Encryption:  Open

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To issue a mere condemnation of your nation's actions would be completely laughable and serve no cause; words cannot adequately prevent another whole scale massacre of the sort your nation has perpetrated in the future. Indeed, the Citizens' Republic of Northwest Americana feels nothing but the utmost contempt and disgust regarding your tyrannical, despotic rule, where the lives of millions are subject to complete ruin in order for yourself to live out sick and twisted fantasies for the creation of a racially pure land. The very acts of your government not only have jeopardized the existence of your nation and harmed the well-being of humankind (which you wholly enslave and ridiculously call "inferior") but have harmed the very stability of the international community and of the world as a whole.

Yes, the despotic acts and rule of your government cannot go unpunished, for if they are to go unpunished then such acts will merely continue and continue until the whole of humanity is systematically eradicated in order to create the delusional notion of a "master race" - as if such race ever existed or could exist. Well, the nation of Americana will not passively condemn the acts of this totalitarian regime; to do so would threaten the every existence of the Egalitarian Vision embodied within the Citizens' Republic itself. Reaction to this act shall not be limited to a toothless diplomatic condemnation by means of communique.

In order to safeguard the well-being of the Citizens' Republic and that of Free Humanity as a whole, the Citizens' Republic of Northwest Americana hereby pledges to oppose the acts of your tyrannical, psychotic government whenever humanity is harmed through all available economic, political, and even military means where appropriate (despite common bonds through the relatively defunct Searon). The existence of bigotry cannot be allowed in one place, for then it is in every place; likewise, this egregious act of wholesale genocide cannot be permitted in your domain, for it likely shall soon extend outside of it.

The Citizens' Legislature, in all of its infinite wisdom in adhering to the wishes of the Americanan Citizenry, has taken the step of halting all trade with your incompetent regime and has labeled your state as an "Enemy of the Revolution. Heed our words: further action may be taken in time, as further actions on your end dictate. And should any threat or attack on the Citizens' Republic of northwest Americana be made, rest assured - the opposing force shall surely be crushed by the mighty hand of the Americanan people and the Grand Forces of the Citizens' Republic.

The egalitarianism shall unhaltingly march on across the world. Your regime shall not halt it through genocide nor through any other means. Long live the free Citizenry of the World!

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By the will of the Citizenry,

Jack S. Demanin
Our Revolutionary Guide, President of the Citizens' Republic of Northwest Americana

Jack P. Lotkin
Courier of the Revolution to Distant Lands, Secretary of Diplomacy of the Citizens' Republic

Anna Thompson
Head of the Citizens' Legislature and Minister of the Ministry of the Citizenry

[LOVE DOG]

-Snip-

Shura smiled, raising an eyebrow as he shadily looked at the ring, then at Caesar and then at Tsumai. He grabbed the remote to his side as he sat next to his daughter, turning the volume on the television down and turning the channel too some colourful children’s show. Shura looked at Caesar, motioning his hand near a seat next to the white couch for Caesar to sit in. He thought for a moment, his mind buzzing with questions, remarks and other such things as he sipped his apple juice, scratching his belly with his free hand before stretching once more. “So, what do you see for my little princess here then?” His voice trailed off a bit, his vision straying as the man stood to his feet, walked a bit and snatched his glasses from a desk, adjusting them on his face before returning to his seat, eyeing the monkey up as his vision became crystal clear once again.

“Want anything? Apple juice? Cookies? I think I will go for a snack actually…RAT WOMAN! Cookies, milk, get us the works, NOW!” He smiled as he yelled out, the fat, elderly woman running to the kitchen like a rat, scavenging the items requested by her lord. He nodded a bit, looking at the ground and at the monkey before turning to his side and taking hold of the ring, looking at it with curiosity. It was a beautiful ring of course, and he smiled at it as he snapped his fingers as he again. “But, again, what do you see for her? Why even do this at all? I’m sure you a busy man indeed.” He took another sip of his apple juice, Tsumai clamping her hands open and close and groaning as she motioned for the ring or perhaps the juice or Caesar himself, Shura wasn’t quite sure.

Jason smiled, watching the servant running from the room. His eyes hovered on the child, as the monkey blinked at him. “What visions have I seen about your daughter…” he froze, winking at the monkey who ran to the door. Leaping up the doorframe, climbing hand over feet to the top. The monkey waited, the pink eyes staring below the door. “Things that demand she have greater protection. Her life could lead to something grand for the wicked and something really bad for the fallen. The pure ones will fear her name…” He smiled, looking over at Shura before eyeing the door…footsteps coming quickly down the hallway.

The servant, the rat face women, flew into the door as the monkey leap from the edge of the doorframe. Time slowed as the monkey flew with arms and legs wide, landing upon the head of the woman. Tray when flying…cookies and juice entering the air. The monkey flipping off the women’s head, snatching a few cookies from mid-air before landing on the ground. The monkey hurried over to the girl as Caesar disappeared in a flash.

His right hand grabbing the jaw of the woman, lifting her around six inches from the ground. “Her face does look like a rat, I wonder if her mother opened her legs for the Rat King himself.” said Jason, dropping the woman back to the ground. “Silly little wrench, you afraid of a harmless little monkey.” He laughed, moving to the seat he was offered at the start. “Now, my friend, my offer is still on the table. Tsumai needs someone faithful…and I know some faithful folks. Of the Wolf. Of the demonic side. And so on.” He smiled, pushing back in his seat and added “So, what will it be?”

[Suur Eesti]

To, Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera

I find it humorous how you speak of the flaws of people, yet hold your very human daughter near and dear. If humans are so flawed, how are you or her exempt from this? In fact, you show one of the biggest flaws of human nature; haughtiness. You find yourself so righteous, so divine that you believe yourself to be all powerful, and perfect. But I tell you, you are neither. Your power is misconceived, and your divinity is quite simply non-existent. I ask you, how will you succeed in your conquest without an army? I mean, obviously you can't have any considering your views on the very men who would have to man it.

You seem highly unstable, and should seek immediate mental help.

From,

Aleksander Aare

[Milograd]

lol

[-Deus-]

-SNIP-

Shura looked amazed, his heart sinking a little as the juice and cookies flied through the air. He scratched his head and gave his daughter the final sip, the girl slurping it down quickly. He patted the monkey, grinning towards it even though he hated animals, he retracted his hand from the beast after a few quick pats, rubbing his hand on his shirt before picking up his daughter and placing her on his lap. The two of them looked in awe as Caesar hoisted up the rat woman, dropping her to the ground, Tsumai laughing a bit and clapping as she jumped up and down, either in amusement at the womans pain or at the television show, it was hard to tell such things. But Shura was unsure all the moment as he took in the offer. He looked down at the little, happy, stammering girl, bitting his lip, drawing just a few drops of blood before speaking with a smooth voice to Caesar. "Interesting indeed. But...I accept. She will be great. Greater then I at least. She'll do so much for this world of ours...She'll change it for the better, or worse. Who knows really? Heh..." He looked down, eying the floor, uncertain of what he had just done.

"Sir! Sir! We've been attacked...off the coast, somewhere near Sprouts, uh..uh...I." A tiny man rushed in, yelling as if the world was ending. Shura put his finger to his lips and shushed the man, flicking him out. He had already heard of reports of an attack. For the moment he didn't care, he new attacks would happen, for humans are always ignorant and ready for war. "Ah...Caesar, what are we to do with these humans?"

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To: Aleksander Aare
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject:RE Hello There.

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You There,

I see a few problems with this. Firstly, my daughter is not human. For I am not human, nor are my people. The Daius are a pure race, a pure species, separate from you little humans. And I hold more power in one finger, then you do in this entire world. And obviously you know little of others. It saddens me that such ignorants exist on this earth. But please, spew more. Yet still how can 'the world' end what does not start? Whom is the judge of whether cleansing is morally right or wrong? Its a trick question. I'm the answer. I find it humorous that you refer to 'us' as 'Scum'. You know /nothing/ about scum, well allow me to explain 'scum' to you. When you are clawing your way through the blood and tissue of a carcass's gut with nothing but a spoon and a set of jumper cables, then you can talk about scum. You are not worthy of insulting others, for you are nothing. You are below scum. You...are nothing.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[Suur Eesti]

To, Mutually Mentally Unstable People

Your threats do not amuse, nor frighten me. They do little to instill fear or respect into the hearts of... well, anyone. So I suggest you stop this pointless temper tantrum before someone more willing or capable than myself steps in.

Yes, I admit that my country is in no state to fight even a military as poorly lead as yours. However, I do not doubt the international communities' ability to stop any of your antics.

From,

Aleksander Aare

[Milograd]

-Snip-

[Suur Eesti]

Aleksander chuckled after reading the child's threat. Nothing could, and nothing would happen to him. Even if, by some strange twist of fate, the child turned out to be as capable as he claimed, Aleksander knew people and places. He would get away, if need be.

To, Seijji Tadami

Hmph. I have told you that I do not wish to get involved in anything, but if you come for me, I'll have no choice to defend myself.

However, don't you think it's a little... silly, as you'd put it, for a child to come after a grown man?

From,

Aleksander Aare

[-Deus-]

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To: Aleksander Aare
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject: Hello There.

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You There,

You know, I'm kind of tired of your ignorance now....I officially declare a state of roses and flowers or war as it's called to you barbarians, between the state of Lyra Daius and, Suur Eesti. Have a nice day.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[Suur Eesti]

This had gone very rapidly off course from how Aleksander had hoped for it to play out. He was now receiving death threats from some kid who claimed to have supernatural power, or some sort. He didn't like the feeling it gave him. He decided that maybe it would be best to play along (at least as far as he knew) with what the kid wanted.

To, Seiji

I have decided that this is not what I want for my nation. I understand your claims to power, and do not have grounds on which to deny them. I apologize for the argument I have caused. I do not wish for this to go as far down hill as it is looking.

Let both our countries continue with their own ways.

Good day to you.

From,

Aleksander Aare

[LOVE DOG]

-SNIP-

Shura looked amazed, his heart sinking a little as the juice and cookies flied through the air. He scratched his head and gave his daughter the final sip, the girl slurping it down quickly. He patted the monkey, grinning towards it even though he hated animals, he retracted his hand from the beast after a few quick pats, rubbing his hand on his shirt before picking up his daughter and placing her on his lap. The two of them looked in awe as Caesar hoisted up the rat woman, dropping her to the ground, Tsumai laughing a bit and clapping as she jumped up and down, either in amusement at the womans pain or at the television show, it was hard to tell such things. But Shura was unsure all the moment as he took in the offer. He looked down at the little, happy, stammering girl, bitting his lip, drawing just a few drops of blood before speaking with a smooth voice to Caesar. "Interesting indeed. But...I accept. She will be great. Greater then I at least. She'll do so much for this world of ours...She'll change it for the better, or worse. Who knows really? Heh..." He looked down, eying the floor, uncertain of what he had just done.

"Sir! Sir! We've been attacked...off the coast, somewhere near Sprouts, uh..uh...I." A tiny man rushed in, yelling as if the world was ending. Shura put his finger to his lips and shushed the man, flicking him out. He had already heard of reports of an attack. For the moment he didn't care, he new attacks would happen, for humans are always ignorant and ready for war. "Ah...Caesar, what are we to do with these humans?"

Caesar eyed the rat women for a few second before looking over at his ally, a smile formed across his lips. His eyes slowly changing from their normal silver tint, blood red coming to live. “Humans are our cattle to be used…never becoming greater then a meek little pawn. Humans only have power over their own kind, for no bat or wolf answer to a human.” he paused, allowing the monkey to run up his leg and preach on his right shoulder. A cookie resting in its hands, slowly taking a few bites as it watched action in the room. “Superior races are on the top of the grand worldly food chain, you and me are the Kings of the pawns. The master of all, the lesser races being used until their lives are not needed anymore.”

He paused, itching the chin of his pet before moving on. “Humans aren’t loyal…betraying one another over drugs…over money…over high dollar tennis shoes.” he laughed at the last bit. Not really worried about the attacks upon the lands he was in. Death wasn’t his master, he was the master of Death and his Legion. “They are cold blooded in nature…and in the end, what was that statement again.” He paused, thinking for a second as he watched the child. “Ah, yes…in the end, only the strong survive. The cloak is running low on the human scum as you call them.”

He smiled, relaxing in his seat. “A protector will be arrive soon. A being of two races, a so-called mutt of the wolf and of the demon. His name is Alpha, his mission in live is a guardian and he will do keep your lovely daughter safe with all of his power.” said Jason, itching the chin of the monkey. “For any threat to your daughter, be it friend or foe, or blood kin, Alpha will end that threat. And if needed, call for superior support. Either me or the Fallen.”

The air in the room flared, the fire roared stronger in the nearby fireplace. Something was coming, glowing red eyes appeared in the roaring flames. The fire dancing, clacking across the room as a guardian arrived. Claw feet, legs of smoke black fur came from the fire…a massive sized wolf head came seconds later, a mouth of white teeth…in second, a massive sized humanoid wolf rose to his full height. Before slowly changing back into a human shape, changing differently a normal were-wolf would do…coming back fully clothed. His skin a dark gray, his eyes the same as his wolf’s blazing red eyes. Nearly the prefect look of a human male, but his size was massive with muscles. A walking tank.

“Alpha! Met Tsu.” said Jason as the wolf demon bow to on knees. His head lowered towards the girl, his voice coming to life as Alpha said ”I am at your service, dear princess.” Caesar watching the face of Shura.

[-Deus-]

Shura looked with amazement, surprise, shock and slight hunger. He smiled at the beast in front of him, hiding his teeth as a sign of friendship and respect, for a beast of this power no doubt deserved an ounce of such a basic emotion. He flapped his tongue around the empty cup of apple juice, sucking up the remaining droplets of juice before fingering the ring again, looking at it, admiring it before standing to his feet and walking towards his desk, pulling out a small, untied chain that he had broken ages ago and was intent on fixing. He went back to his seat, tying the loose, golden metal or perhaps fibre around the ring, placing the makeshift necklace around his daughter, the girl poking at it and playing with it in her little hands.

The girl eyed up the beast though, looking curiously at it, outstretching her hand to touch it slowly while calling it some form of gibberish “Mast” as it sounded to everyone else. The girl was young, only a year old, yet she had already made a powerful ally, something Shura already admired and respected of his daughter, the man smiling widely with pride. “Thank you…thank you ever so much. Haha. But now what? What do you suggest our next course be?” Shura blurted out, trying not to sound weak or little, puffing himself up as he commanded respect through his voice, yet it came out as nothing more than a smooth remark of any other literate Daius. He fiddled with his hands, the report of bombing hardly worrying him, but rather agitating him as he thought of a response. He tried to calm himself down, breathing in and out…in and out…inhale…exhale.

[Suur Eesti]

After consideration, Aleksander Aare decided that even if he didn't believe in some of the man's claims, he was indeed in control of a far more powerful nation.

He would have to back down to save his own nation.

To, Shura

I regret my previous communications with you. They were, perhaps, too brash. My opinions stand, but I do hold respect to you as the leader of a far more powerful nation than my own. I ask that you call off this war, and allow us to go our separate ways.

From,

Aleksander Aare

[-Deus-]

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To: Aleksander Aare
From: Shura Saius of Lyra Daius Empera.
Subject: Hello There.

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You There,

Your serious? Hahahahahahaha, okay okay...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay. The war is canceled I suppose then, just leave me be, or I will stomp you out.

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Written By,
Shura Saius

[Tiurabo]

To: Alexander Aare especially, Shura with respect, and all you other fucks too.
From: Robert MacNeill, an interested lurker.

White Christ, do you always talk a load of shit in open messages and then run like a bitch? Come on, Humanity! Stand up for yourselves! Show some Gods bedamned spine!

This is worse than watching flame wars on the Internet.

[LOVE DOG]

Shura looked with amazement, surprise, shock and slight hunger. He smiled at the beast in front of him, hiding his teeth as a sign of friendship and respect, for a beast of this power no doubt deserved an ounce of such a basic emotion. He flapped his tongue around the empty cup of apple juice, sucking up the remaining droplets of juice before fingering the ring again, looking at it, admiring it before standing to his feet and walking towards his desk, pulling out a small, untied chain that he had broken ages ago and was intent on fixing. He went back to his seat, tying the loose, golden metal or perhaps fibre around the ring, placing the makeshift necklace around his daughter, the girl poking at it and playing with it in her little hands.

The girl eyed up the beast though, looking curiously at it, outstretching her hand to touch it slowly while calling it some form of gibberish “Mast” as it sounded to everyone else. The girl was young, only a year old, yet she had already made a powerful ally, something Shura already admired and respected of his daughter, the man smiling widely with pride. “Thank you…thank you ever so much. Haha. But now what? What do you suggest our next course be?” Shura blurted out, trying not to sound weak or little, puffing himself up as he commanded respect through his voice, yet it came out as nothing more than a smooth remark of any other literate Daius. He fiddled with his hands, the report of bombing hardly worrying him, but rather agitating him as he thought of a response. He tried to calm himself down, breathing in and out…in and out…inhale…exhale.

Alpha touched the girl’s a hand, patting her lightly on the head. Looking from the father to Caesar, he slowly lifting the child from the ground. A powerful ally was on the side of the child, one that could level these lands her father loved. As Alpha held the child, something flash in the light on his right hand. A ring that would be the large twin of the child’s ring, which now hung proudly around her neck.

Jason smiled before he rose from his seat. “Dear friend, my time is needed elsewhere. My dealings at this moment are done. Enjoy the company of Alpha and please don’t try to order him around.” he smiled at that, the monkey’s tail wrapping tightly around the Caesar’s neck. “At this time, he only answer myself and the girl. Let’s hope she doesn’t order something bad to happen.” He smiled, moving over to where Alpha and the child were at and lightly patted her head. “Farewell, little princess.”

He started towards the door, lifting the hood over his head. He froze and looked back, the shadows covering his face once again. “Remember this, when the chips are stacked against you…fraking kill everyone. Need anything from the United Dominion or Her Caesar, you have the right to ask.” And he turned again, entering into the hallway once again.