Lies and Deceit - A Fantasy RP

(Sidenote: I just checked the Charrie page - Xylo's description uses Horius' name instead of Xylo every time his name should be mentioned. That should be fixed, it's confusing.
Also, could you edit my charrie and add that she can heal with magic under special power? Keep the agility, though.)

"Thanks. I agree it's a good power to have. A necessary one in certain situations." Persepolis responded. "My power isn't as good as Horius' though. He can turn invisible and not be seen. My power is useful because I would likely get hurt if I'm seen in dangerous situations."
Persepolis added some water from her canteen into the flour, mixing it into a smooth batter. She set the pan over the heat asking, "Do you want to pour the pancakes?"
(Thank you! I also need to add a few more charries, so I’ll fix that today. Thank you though.) Luna was already on it, pouring out the batter on the pan carefully, not wanting to spill any. They had so much batter it was ridiculous. She continued their conversation, by adding “That’s probably why he’s such a good assassin. It’s one of the best powers to have out here.” She sighed, wondering what they would do about him, and all the people he had apparently murdered.
 
(Thank you! I also need to add a few more charries, so I’ll fix that today. Thank you though.) Luna was already on it, pouring out the batter on the pan carefully, not wanting to spill any. They had so much batter it was ridiculous. She continued their conversation, by adding “That’s probably why he’s such a good assassin. It’s one of the best powers to have out here.” She sighed, wondering what they would do about him, and all the people he had apparently murdered.
Persepolis watched as Luna poured the batter, smiling. She was just as amazed at how much batter they had made. Everyone would be well fed for today, at least.
Responding to Luna's comment she said, "Unfortunately, you're right. I can't imagine the terror that his victims would experience, not seeing anything and then suddenly being attacked." She shuddered. "I wish there was an easy way to talk to him."
Persepolis watched the pancakes on the pan, waiting to be able to flip them with her machete.
 
Persepolis watched as Luna poured the batter, smiling. She was just as amazed at how much batter they had made. Everyone would be well fed for today, at least.
Responding to Luna's comment she said, "Unfortunately, you're right. I can't imagine the terror that his victims would experience, not seeing anything and then suddenly being attacked." She shuddered. "I wish there was an easy way to talk to him."
Persepolis watched the pancakes on the pan, waiting to be able to flip them with her machete.
Luna smiled as she watched the batter sizzle, slowly solidifying itself into the shape of a pancake. With a hushed voice, never sure if he was around or not, she said “I feel like under that cold mask, there’s a horrible story. I want to think he’s not just killing to kill, but I could be wrong.”
 
Sierra continued backing up slowly, her weight moving the snow beneath her as she neared the cliff were she originally planned to take of. She had been backing up, increasing the pace slightly as he started following. She mused, her mind racing to answer his question, her soft eyes settling on his, begging for mercy. She found a little hint of sympathy in those grey eyes of his. She asked in desperation, "What do you want?", With a tremulous voice, she proposed a final plea: "Please. Anything you want." Her body tremble, not from the cold, but from the sentiment of death that seemed to settle in around her.
He stopped and looked at her, aiming his cross bow for one of her wings, although he didn't shoot. "What I want is for you to answer my question, why should I spare your life? Oh and I also want you to beg me for your life, on your knees if you will. I find it is the little things that make something like this so much more enjoyable." He said with a chuckle and a charming smile. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, regret maybe at his words. It let on that there was perhaps more to the cold hearted hunter before her then what first meets the eye.
 

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