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Post by Bellatrix Black on Apr 6, 2007 3:03:29 GMT -5
Bellatrix, at first eager to know the details of the 'gift', was now horrified at the screams coming from the three mighty Death Eaters. Her heart began to pound hard in her chest as the Dark Lord neared her, but she took deep breaths to calm herself. Soon the man was standing directly in front of her and she extended her arm just as the other had before her. She met His eye and braced herself for the pain she knew was coming.
Her skin burned as he traced the snake and skull onto her arm. She howled in pain and instinctively pulled away but His grip was firm and he kept her where she stood. She wanted to tear at her flesh, pull the burning from her body, and relax in the cooling sensation of her blood as it flowed over the gash. When he released her she clutched her arm, shaking with nerves and backed away, ready to watch the next in line through watering eyes.
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Post by gracecrosse on Apr 6, 2007 3:48:49 GMT -5
Grace was right at the back of the line, tapping her foot impatiently each time one of them screamed. These youngsters didn't understand pain. She looked over the person in front of her's shoulder as they recieved the mark, and found a realisation. She stepped forwards when they had been dismissed, and smiled. "Your mark is beautiful," she said softly to the Dark Lord so no one else could hear. Just as he said the spell, where many before her had screamed, she smiled again. "If it would please you, my Lord, I'd like to speak to you in private when this meeting is ended."
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 8, 2007 20:25:19 GMT -5
Voldemort pressed his mouth in a thin line, this must be a very old vampire not to flich at the soul tearing pain of his mark, then again she had no soul. A few more well placed murders, and he would be nearly as she. Voldemort turned to Tristian, so trusting, already with his sleeves rolled up. He did the same as the others, burning his mark into his waiting flesh. The rest of his death eaters would follow in this line, all belonging to him.
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Apr 14, 2007 11:04:17 GMT -5
Lucius waited in line. He felt a slight bit of apprehension at watching the others cry out in pain, yet he felt strangely honored to be deemed worthy of such a mark. He would consider it a badge of honor to wear his lord's mark on him. As Bellatrix walked by, tears in her eyes, he gave her a slight nod, then turned back to staring ahead of him and waiting to receive his mark.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 15, 2007 13:49:25 GMT -5
Voldemort smiled as he worked down his line of followers, He burned his mark viciously into the flesh of Lucius Malfoy, then Tristan Collins. How good this meeting was getting along, unlike some of his more memorable meetings.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Apr 15, 2007 14:00:06 GMT -5
(Sorry kinda forgot about this char)
Logan waited at the end of the line, he was dreading the pain he could tell was coming. Though he knew it was going to be worth it.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Apr 20, 2007 1:20:00 GMT -5
Voldemort looked at his most...Cilche Deatheater. he grinned as he burned the mark into his flesh, Definitely today was a good day. He opened his arms to his deatheaters and said "Morsmordre! cast my mark to the skies when you kill the filth that dares to populate the corners of our world, pushing us, the noble, the pure to the sides!" he was exultant.
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