Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-29458028-20150103132739

''Fuck you sis. No, I do what I want, little bitch ''thought Horus back. Then he opened his palm and scryed what his mother and stepfather did. How very inconvenient. They would suspect, since most of the family was there.

He looked at the Tranquil Guardian who he had duelled for the past 10 years. He always summoned the same guy. The Guardian always came back, no matter how Horus "killed" him.

Black tendrils erupted from Horus' back, then arranged themselves into wings, which Horus used to fly. Teleporting was for conventional losers.

He slammed down in front of his family and looked up, wings dissipating.