|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 4:50:29 GMT
*Brandon came to him straight away after inclining his head, and stayed bowing.*
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 13, 2008 4:51:36 GMT
"So you think you will serve my cause well?" He questioned, his voice low and cold.
|
|
|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 4:53:45 GMT
*Brandon felt a shiver circulate down his body, and felt a little cold.*
Yes, my lord.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 13, 2008 4:56:04 GMT
"And how do I know I can trust you?" He growled.
|
|
|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 4:58:31 GMT
Forgive me my lord, if you couldnt I wouldnt be standing here right now. It is a honor to be serving you, I am not as weak as I look, I'll do anything you ask of me, with no hesitation.
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 13, 2008 4:59:36 GMT
He narrowed his eyes as he penetrated Brandon's mind. He didn't trust anyone, and he's going to find out what he needed to know.
|
|
|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 5:05:28 GMT
*Brandon stood where he was, he felt the Dark Lord enter his mind, he was hanging around with Slytherins, hurting all those who opposed the Dark Lord, he was dying to join his cause and side for as long as he could remember, finally relalizing that there was no good and evil, only power and those weak to seek it.*
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 13, 2008 5:06:38 GMT
He exited his mind, "Stand." He ordered.
|
|
|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 5:10:07 GMT
*Brandon inclined his head, and stood.*
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 13, 2008 5:12:15 GMT
"Give me your arm, boy." He snarled.
|
|
|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 5:13:33 GMT
*He extended his arm, to his master.*
|
|
|
Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 13, 2008 5:15:03 GMT
He pulled out his wand, and muttered a spell. The Dark appeared on Brandon's arm, and the Dark Lord gave a quick nod, "I'll summon you when I need you. Both of you leave." He ordered.
|
|
|
Post by Brandon Prince on Jan 13, 2008 5:18:43 GMT
*Brandon hid a smirk as the Dark Mark was burned into his skin, he could smell a bit of burned flesh, gratefulness fullfilling him, he bowed and nodded.*
Thank you my lord.
*And left.*
|
|
|
Post by Elizabeth LeRose on Jan 13, 2008 5:19:26 GMT
She gave a final bow, and turned and left.
|
|
|
Post by jordanwinter on Jan 16, 2008 22:38:31 GMT
*Jordan apparted and bowed low, his nose nearly touching the floor.*
My lord, I bring you good news.
|
|