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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 7:21 pm
Harry took a long, drawn-out breath and stood from his place in the sand. So many things were taking place on his island at the moment, but for some reason he just couldn't find the capacity to care. This man wasn't a big deal, for Harry was not a big deal, so any demon of his was really no big means of excitement.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Kouryuu." He gave a varaiation of the good-bye wave with the flick of his wrist, and turned on his heel to leave. When he was only a foot or two's distance from the other, he craned his head back and gave an unexplained smile. "My name's Harry. I forgot my last name a long time ago. I suppose I shall see you around the island often, so until then, adeu." With that the man stumbled away so that he could brood in the fantasies of his insanity.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:32 am
After that day, time elapsed into something unattainable. It could not be told, could not be found and could not be seen (not that it ever could). The world darkened and night, brightened in the day ... and the moon changed it phases... all the same. Nothing seemed any different between the natural worldly balance, except for the vampire king.
He'd claimed the island as his own, called himself a king, feasted on whomever he wished (or could find) and all the while taught Riku the furious manners of life. Riku, still a feather, could only absorb that evil malicious power was the only way to get somewhere and ... luckily for him: he had it.
And then, at a time that was indentifiable, the small feather felt sick of waiting and forced the energy in his capsule to stretch so that he might be free. There was a rush of shadowed darkness, a pulsating heart beat began. Thump, thump, thump. Then with a swish of air, a young boy stood amidst the shadows of the world, gorgeous eyes gleaming out. "Finally..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 6:07 pm
A blessing...
It slowly crept its way into the feeble soul.
"Come to me."
It brushed over the soft feather, coating it with a will to live... a will to save.
Humanity...
An emboynic happening was taking place. The body formed: head, heart, hands, feet, wings, mind. His soul finally had a place to rest... a body to call home.
Light...
Orbs imbued with emotion: sympathy, caring, love... they began to search out their new home... their new purpose.
His tiny hands clutched dearly to the only thing they new; the keyblade was their only friend... their only protector.
"I'm... home."
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