Character: Zlata

From the stone walls leaned out a tentacle and gently slapped him on the backside.
- AY! You rock insensitive, Yes, I know what will do to you?! - sincerely indignant it.
But in response of the walls there were still about a dozen tentacles, swaying menacingly, hovered over by God.
Hey, I was just joking. Peace, friendship, chewing gum? immediately he went back down.
I laughed, relieving the tension. The point to ponder about the unfairness of life? We need to act, trying to improve it. And to blame the imperfection of the world of others is the last thing.
- Lock, drop it - I ordered.
- No, no, no, not in the sense of "to throw", but in the sense of "leave alone"! - immediately corrected my order, I saw how God those tentacles raised in the air.
They immediately sucked into the wall, significantly finally giving him a slap. The errore spent their crazed look.
- What was that? - an amazed voice he asked.
- You kicked ass? - I assumed.
- No. I mean, Yes. I mean, I'm not about that!

Is that why you use Valerian as I do - to turn around if they wish, right? Who are you? Obviously something small. Rodent, most likely. So who? Protein, mouse? - with an unhealthy gleam in the eyes of a delusional werewolf grabbed my hands and squeezed his.
What a day?! From Kirsan bruises if left, now they will! Still almost a rat called.
- And why just a mouse? Maybe I'm a wolf? - I asked carefully.
In response to Laurent only laughed. Even it became insulting.

Ah, well you little faggot! I've come up with, you know, plan your (well, at the same time and their) salvation, and such thanks I get? Who are you, that I'm rushed. Sickness pale! And if I thought you were beautiful - I was wrong and changed his mind. Here. A fool, in short, a lousy dog. And scary! Bastard because!

Behind these arguments, I heard someone come in. Well, as someone waiting for only one man...ahem... werewolf.
"I'm ready" came a male voice.
- Fully? and something occurred to me a joke?
There was a rustling of clothes.
- Now, Yes.
Do not understand. Slowly turn around. Mam-mA. Now I understand the meaning of "romantic" candles and strange sight succubi. Of course, I know what distinguishes man from woman, and the Internet happens at takoooe stumble, oooo. But to see the first naked man was unexpected. Here's your ally. And the face of a serious... Yes, the face! I down afraid to look. The child I have because. And then I break the psyche of the child different objects. And quite large items. So, the person I said! Zlata, focus, and then you've got to squint.
- Suits you, Madam? Or if you have any special requests? - tired of my silence, he asked.
Special requests? And, he's a werewolf. And before I realized what they were doing, gave:
And the beast can? - Oh... my tongue, my enemy... what the?!?
Ofigevayu expression on the man's face I realized WHAT I said. I'm just wondering on the beast to see, and not what you all thought. I think I started to twitch his eyes. And he, too.
- No, no, wait! I didn't mean to say. I for other you called. Get dressed, please, - finally control myself I, in order not to embarrass, but rather not to be embarrassed herself, once again turned to the window. Again the rustle of clothing. Silence.
Did you get it?
- Yes, Madam.
- Dressed?
- Yes, Madam.
- Fully?
- Yes, Madam - in the voice already felt a sickly tension.
Sure? - and suddenly cheating?
- Did you check, miss, - and the voice-what sarcastic.
And ten minutes ago how the battle was going.

I went to the window. View. Probably. Dark because. Night on the go. Yeah today I just a storehouse of valuable observations!
However, then I thought to open the window and open the shutters. Not quite night, and the view is really beautiful.

Kirsan took my hand and held it to his mouth. I was worried about.
- Uh, what are you going to do? - a little alarmed I asked, trying to draw back his hand, but the man clung like a tick.
- Poison needs to drain through the wound. But by itself it just will not close. Will be constantly bleeding and perhaps to expand. My saliva is a substance that will prevent this, - patiently explained to the blond.
Fu, I will have others drooling. Differently exactly does? Sure? Well, okay. Do what you need, with a sigh, I once again reached out to your correspondent.

Without further explanation I realized that in front of me fantastic creatures. One of them is a vampire - that's a fact. Incidentally, he just licked a drop of blood from my temple. The errore I was cured, but the consequences are not removed. And now, judging by the sensations, I'm covered in dust and mud, thickly mixed with blood from my broken head. Fu, by the way.

And so began my proud procession. I was flowing down the corridor, scattering draughts and dust, feeling true freedom... yeah, not so. Then, as I frantically clinging to the wall, literally crawled every inch, even walking to name language does not turn. But at this point I realized that I want to live. No, not to LIVE!

- Oh, well, back. The halt will extend until lunch and then go. In the meantime, let the rest of us. In fact, I realized, the night had cleared the entrance to these underground corridors? matter - of-factly, I asked.
What's wrong with the entrance? - alert of the Errore, but I ignored him.
- Yes, we were in a hurry as he could, replied to my question, Rinaldo.
- No, you answer me! What you already did there? - nervous the Errore.
- By the way, what is this place? - continued to ignore God, I. To somehow make up for his trick with invisibility.
- Would I have to ask. I would say, - he shrugged.
I suspect this is one of the secret places, where the great Errore, when we frequented in our world. But as you see, has long been in deep desolation, ' replied Rinaldo.
Hey! What desolation? Well, not tidied up slightly, so that now, to dishonor me? There will be time - will sweep the floors, and this is okay! - offended God. I can hardly resist, so as not to spray with laughter.
Okay, went to the hole. Most likely, there are more outputs, but it's better to enter the manhole, which we got here - Gaard.
- Hole? He said "hole"? You what my house did, Barbara?! Themselves the ceiling in the hallway was destroyed, and the dust complain? Here who are you then?! I have no words! - spoke Errore and disappeared. I faintly sighed with relief. Honestly, the nerves have already begun to take.

- What do you want, old man?
- Now will appear and describe in detail. Who told you that I starch?
- False teeth loud click!

- A warlock, you just can't stand!
- I agree. I a trying to make, especially on my feet. All were dead from despair long ago.