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Shamans Tale Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 4:26 pm
  This journal is for the Shaman, Draco Malfoy, and his owner draconianraven. No one else may post here unless they are giving permission to from draconianraven.
Stats:
Spirit Guardian: --
Spirit Type: --
Other: - -
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 12:53 pm
Table of Contents
1. Official Stuff
2. Table of Contents
3. About Draco
4. Major Events
5. Friends and Others
6. Reserved
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 12:55 pm
About Draco
Name: Draco Malfoy
Nickname: Draco or Malfoy
Age: Baby
Date of Birth: July 19, 2005
Gender: Male
Siblings: None
Friends: None
History: --COMING AS IT'S WRITTEN--
Quote: "Deny thy Father and forsake thy name."
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 12:58 pm
Major Events Nothing yet...
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 5:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 2:51 pm
July 31, 2005
Dreams... words... pictures... lights... sounds... voices...
"This way, Draco. Let me show you my Spirit," Hao murmured, holding Draco close. He'd never shown the baby the Spirit of Fire before, preparing the babe first.
Light... warmth... red... flame? Flame...
"He's mine. One day you'll have one of your own too," Hao promised quietly. "Not like him, but your own."
Spirits...
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 9:51 pm
It's been strange. I've been visiting a woman who's been teaching me how to deal with the spirits I see. I wasn't afraid when Hao showed them to me-- why should I have been?-- but I was when I saw the way they could behave, viciously destroying other spirits. Everything in this world can be good or bad. Everything in this world can be created or destroyed.
That's what she told me. That's what I learned when I saw her. When she talked to me, explained it all to me. She teaches through the shadows, the brilliant, vibrant shadows-- I'm amazed. I didn't think that they were alive. But she taught me differently.
I can't write more, can't commit it to paper. Not yet. Not yet...
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