Ice Age Voice Of Diego Novelas e Histórias

Lyon had painted him as a mindless brute when he’d actually been defending a pack-mate. "Whatever," Brandon Pierce grunted, his voice a low vibration. "I’d still take a bite." Viktor Petrov, the massive goalie from across the sea, paused while unbuckling his gear. "He’s changed," Viktor noted, his accent thick and cold. "He didn't use to carry himself with that much... heat." "Who cares?" Mateo growled. "The only thing I want from that man is a reckoning."

Concerned, I withdrew my hand and leaned back, observing him intently. In an instant, Diego's eyes flew open, and he jolted upright in bed. His gaze darted around the room, filled with disorientation and confusion. But when his eyes landed on me, terror seized him, and he emitted a bone-chilling scream. "Stop, Diego, it's me! It's Elena! Please, calm down," I pleaded, attempting to soothe him. Yet, it seemed as though he couldn't hear my words. He recoiled, scrambling backwards on the bed, fear etched across his face.

Cause I sound so funny? "Anyway your cute, your voice is cute and I like it! You look so innocent." I blink twice. What did she just say? I'm cute, my voice is cute. And I look so innocent? Really? “By the way, I’m Celine Buenavista, and you are?” “I’m Eunice..." I added. "Hell.” “Hell as in H E L L?” “Yeah.” “Cool! Oh, wait... I think I’ve heard that before." She scratches her hair.

I told her. "Ok, I will send someone. You take care," she told me, and I hummed and cut the call. When I looked at Diego, he was still glaring at me. I went near him and removed the tape from his mouth. I was expecting some more threats or growls from him, but he didn't do anything, just kept glaring at me. I didn't say anything and waited for him to say something. Finally, after taking a few minutes, he opened his mouth. "I want water," he ordered me. I rolled my eyes... {Again, he is lucky that he is under my captivity and not some other hunter}

*ringing* hola, quién es este? said a male voice in a deep Spanish accent "Diego, it's me" I said trying to keep my voice steady despite the surging pain" boss?... we weren't supposed to speak till friday, the new shipment isn't ready yet, we're dealing with some minor issues with some of the boys trying steal from u...... "assemble the guys, we meet at dusk" I said cutting him off and Keeping my voice while looking around to see if anyone is close by

Even the voice was identical. That voice… the voice of a bastard we had assumed was long rotting at the bottom of the ocean. Diego. I had never been particularly close to Diego. All I knew of him came from Rosalina's accounts — that her son had certain special limitations. On the rare occasions we had crossed paths in the past, he had never displayed anything unusual beyond a vacant stare or childlike behavior. I even remembered with perfect clarity what he had looked like at the very end — his face brutally beaten beyond recognition, his body lifeless before being cast into the open sea. So why… why had that bastard managed to rise from the dead?

Diego nodded, "Hes alot more capable than you think." "He looks like trouble" Marissa said. Diego giggled. Marissa added, "And hes cute...for a hero." Diego looked at Aquarius, "Im told your grandmother is a Pnevma like me" "She is" Aquarius said, "would you like to know about her?" Diego nodded. "Her name is Love Moore" said Aquarius,"A water and ice nature user from Liquid Isle. She got along with the Spirit inside of her, she said her name is Ginger."

"Diego !' "Come on. I'm talking to you" "I know you are in there so come out" "I'm scared of bed bugs" "Diego !" "Diego, can you hear me?" "Baby" "Diego " "Diego , you are coming out later right?" "Diego !" "I'm going to tear this house down if you don't come out this instant" "Diego , I'm really going to tear the house down" "Diego " "Diego , I'm....

Diego "I'll ask once more...where the fuck is Celeste Reyes?" I snarl, my voice dripping with menace. After hours of torture, the poor bastard still hasn't cracked, but I won't stop until I get the information I need out of him. And then I'll still slit his throat for wasting my time when I could be home with my wife right now. "Para! Para! (Stop! Stop!)" He screams, tears streaming down his wrinkled face.