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 Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:51 pm
The creamy tan female stretched lazily in the midday sun, a slight breeze flowing across the little slice of savanna she was wandering through. The grasses seemed to whisper in the wind and she jumped frequently thinking that someone was near her, hiding out and speaking in low tones. She had set out determined to teach herself to hunt, but she was far too laid back to learn alone.
She stretched again and looked off into the distance. Anju was born to perfect little family, mother and father both laid back, and siblings that were basically left to do what they want under the watchful eye of their mother and father. She's quite naive because of her upbringing. Yawning her blue eyes shifted to look towards a whispering apparition but as she turned it disappeared. (sorry, bright color!)
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:12 pm
Was it just wishful thinking, or where the flickers on the edges of his sight the beginins of visions? A sigh slipped from him as he squinted and stared hard into the distance, though his gaze was more on what he didn't see than what he did.
Damn his sight... it stubbornly refused to come when he wanted it and still pounded his mind like a torrent when he so much as brushed another being. He was tired of his lack of control over it, tired of being afraid to go near others and tired of being unable to sleep for the dreams that came to him there.
Ever since returning to the Pridelands and seeing Verdad again, the visions of her had faded away, the blessed relief of seeing only one thing replaced with the normal chaos of his visions. He thought about damning his father again under his breath, but as much as he'd like to give that male a piece or two of his mind, words would do little good now. Especially since his brother had confirmed what his visions had already told him... their father was dead.
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