When You Dance With The Devil, You

What An Alliance, Huh? A Dark-hunter And A Spathi United To Guard An Apollite. Who Would Have Ever Imagined? (wulf) Love Makes Strange Bedfellows. (acheron) I Thought That Was Politics. (wulf) It’s Both. (acheron)

This One’s Easy To Use. The Pointy End Goes Into Their Body. (liza)

Turn Yourself Over To Aksel, And I Might Let Her Go. (arast) Yeah, Right. And I’m A One-legged Dung Dealer. (nykyrian)

What Are You? (a Daimon) Oh Please, Let Me Give You The Job Description. Me, Dark-hunter. You, Daimon. I Hit, You Bleed. I Kill, You Die. (zarek)

Then Why Don’t You And Bubba Have Girlfriends? (nick) I Don’t Want The Drama Of It. After The Last One Burnt Up All My Clothes With My Jack Daniel’s Black Label Collection And Tried To Decapitate Me With My Cds, I Decided I’d Take A Hiatus For A Bit. (mark)