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Posted by Ozymandias. on November 30, 2008, 1:02 am, in reply to "new asbestos friend;; OZY"
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the Corpsefiend;
Death; King of Kings; Corpsefiend; Maggot King; he goes by (and responds to) many names, and though he has yet to know Desdemona's name, he is perfectly content with referring to her as pretty thing on the ground. Had he known her pet name for him, he might have giggled.
Crushed as Ozymandias was by Desdemona's persistent will to live, she did not disappoint as she staggered around, doing her best to be enraged and very threatening. He watched, a bit bemused, one hind hoof tilted forward and his hips at an angle, slapping his corded tail against his haunch to break the monotony. The sand sprays obnoxiously in his face, and though he probably could have used his element to soften the blow (or perhaps eliminate it altogether), he only turns his head, closes his eyes and lays his ears back.
He throws his head first left then right to shed the sand, blinking slowly, only to catch his newest friend marching resolutely down the beach. A bit put out, he takes a few steps after her before calling, "You certainly won't find any that way." He scrutinizes her for a long moment, unrefined face disconcertingly impassive. He waits for her to turn -- as, surely, she must! -- before speaking again.
"I am Ozymandias. You are?" Pretty thing on the ground is such a mouthful.
Ozymandias.
"Sometimes I get the overwhelming desire
to conquer large parts of the world."
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