Snippet #2368761

Howler smiled evilly once Chamile was gone. Dog? He couldn't stop grinning. It was obvious. "She likes me." Then his smile vanished, along with the seals, as he realized Judori was looking at him. She had a mixture of hatred and, mostly, fear. Her eyes widened as he slowly turned around to face her. He was massive compared to her. He looked down upon her. "Soul protect release." Her eyes widened even more and she took a step back as a very large blood red and black trench coat suddenly appeared on Howler, then belts of knives, and then two massive longswords in an "X" pattern across his back and finally, four short swords, two at each side. "So...you're one of them..." Howler said nothing for a while. "Yes....and no." He walked past her to the kitchen. "I may have once been associated with the witches, but I am not a witch. I am a sorcerer. There is a difference. Unlike witches, we do not succumb to the sway of magic. Take solace in that fact. Otherwise, you would be dead." Judori shook. She reeked of fear. Howler looked at himself and then sat down. "If you're going to live here, there are some things you have to j=know, rules that you must follow. Understand?" She nodded. "Good, now have a seat...."