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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 1:23 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 1:24 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 9:19 pm
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The eyes on Samael's shoulders stung with cold, even when closed. The winter had been long and lonely for him, the first one he had spent away from his family. It was for his own good, he knew; silent meditation had done him much good. He had not killed an innocent creature all winter. Sometimes his voices reasoned that it was because it was immoral to kill an animal, and sometimes his voices reasoned that the more animals he let live, the more there would be to catch come spring. On that front, at least, he knew which was right and which was wrong. Other things, though, were more dubious, like whether or not it was best to be awake at night or during the day, or whether or not he should have company.
Before long, Samael found himself in a part of the forest that baffled him. He had never seen its like before: white and red scars marked the trees where claws had drawn around them, or perhaps horns or antlers. Whatever had made them, they had obviously been purposefully put there. Samael's brows furrowed. It had been a long time since he had met another soquili, and his voices clamored in his head, and he could not tell them apart. You need company on your journey to join the two of us, don't you? the voice whispered, and it sounded the same as whichever the other one was that spoke next: You have traveled so far alone, why change it now?
Shaking out his mane - carefully, to avoid knocking his helm from his head - Samael decided to keep on ahead. If he met someone, maybe they could show him something about himself that he didn't know, and maybe he could learn something from them. If he met no one, then it did not matter, and he would keep going until he figured out what it was he wanted from his self-imposed solitude.
Taking a step past the border of scarred trees, Samael walked headlong into the heart of the territory.
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