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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 3:51 pm
(ITS FIXED YOU GUYS, OMG ITS FIXED!)
Indrid looked at her. "No one is unstoppable. It's reasonable to be afraid now. We all are, some of us are just better at hiding it then others." he said. He felt a little awkward with his arm around her but she didn't seem to mind, but he pulled it back a little. The snow began to fall and he looked up. Snow was usually the only weather around here.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:37 pm
J'valia looked up. "I'm getting tired of it all... " She blew some of the hair from her face, and looked around at the world below her. Suddenly the snow started to pick up, turning into a flurry.
"Ugh." She stood up, and looked around. "I'm tired of the snow too. what's the problem with this place?" She looked around, angrily focusing on the sun where it barely pierced the dense clouds. She raised and arm, and pushed at the cluds, clearly imagining the sun she had seen on earth over a hundred years ago. Without a second thought, the clods moved, letting sunlight flood the world around them it wouldn't last long, but she really only cared about know.
"Why is everyone so against change, but so for a settled future? Don't they realize things will HAVE to change for tomorrow to come... no matter the final outcome?
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:59 pm
Indrid shrugged. "The Human influence has seemed to have spread to all of us. Non humans alike." he looked at her as she stood up and his hand fell to his side. He shook his head. "They seem to believe that war is change, which it is in a way but.." he stood up. "I told Alastor I think we should drop this whole peace thing."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:55 pm
J'valia froze... What Indrid was saying was making good sense... but....
"I understand... How do you stand around waiting for peace..?" She let the questionremain for a moment. "I know this sounds like an oxymoron... but I dont' see why we havnt tried fighting yet... Look at history... peace cannot be obtained withput some form of war beforehand."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:03 pm
Indrid nodded. "That's exactly my point. Maybe if we attacked the Horde we would show them we mean business and they wouldn't attack us like they did earlier." He sighed, remembering the loss of Sin.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 6:07 pm
((I love how you guys have all pretty much assumed that Syd is dead too. lol It will make for quite the shocker if and when you run into her again.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:13 pm
For hours, the lycan remained in his room, meditating, various thoughts and images running through his head as he tried to calm himself.
You are weak....
He saw Sin again, lifeless on the cot, never to return
You couldn't save them...
He saw the demons as he battled against them, their cries for war ringing in his ears as they struck him through.
You could barely save yourself...
He saw the devil who led the march, clear as day before him, the eyes exuding his bloodlust.
You are weak...
"SHUT UP!" He broke his trance, slashing through the air with his claws only to find himself alone...yes, alone in his thoughts...no...the truth. He WAS weak. He could not fight much less protect others, or even escape his own fate. Now Sin...Syd...maybe even Eris...The death toll was high, even for both sides, and the grievance for them all felt heavy on his shoulders...Was this what humans felt that demons could not? He knew it was, and tore at him as the instincts kept telling him the same thing, over and over.
You are weak...
Standing from the bed, he left his room. His room...once a place of quiet solitude, now a battleground of its own as pieces of broken furniture lay upon the floor, the walls no decorated with claw mark from his rage. He walked into the shadows and slowly made his way to the front entrance of the Garthora.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:26 pm
"We need to oraganize.. to learn.. to adapt. We want change, but the world is changing without our consent... and far from the way we want it to change." J'valia said, sitting down again. She looked at the sun, already half covered by the clouds she had only just removed.
"I want to learn." she said. "I want to be a better person, someone others can depend on. I hid for to long, and now it's payback." She rember Sin, who had sat with her after she fainted. The same Sin she had tried to save.... The same Sin who was now dead in the morgue.
"He deserves a proper buriel you know... He didn't deserve to die..." thes last sentences were barely a whisper, just lod enough for Indrid to hear, hugging to her lips, then being pulled viciuosly away by the wind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:55 pm
Indrid stood up with her. "We already can depend on you. They came at us too fast, we were not prepared. It's not your fault." He looked up. The dark clouds hid the sun and the snow lightly began to fall again. If they were lucky, it would only be a blizzard. "I agree." he said. "Where would we do it? Bury him, I mean."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 5:27 pm
Stepping outside the door of the Garthora, he looked out over the plans. First, he looked at the portal to the Netherworld, then to the Portal leading to Sarra before finally setting his gaze to the far reaches of the world and the battleground that had spread into it.
Angels...they think themselves of a higher power, that they are righteous and sinless. Is Genocide truly sinless, or where they so ignorant and high to see that even fate has an end for them without the universe needing them?
Demons...they seek to conquer, to kill, to pillage. They stand for everything that was wrong in this world, and yet they want all to join them to stop the death of all life.
Who were really the angels...and who were truly demons?
His thoughts were broken as his ears perked slightly, hearing faintly the conversation on the roof. Slowly, he climbed up to the to of the fortress listening to them until he hears the words he dreaded the most.
"He deserves a proper buriel you know... He didn't deserve to die..."
"I agree. Where would we do it? Bury him, I mean."
He stopped for a moment, guilt coming over him, but soon, he stepped before them, looking down. "We don't...There may be demons who may know necromancy and use his body against us...we..." Taking a deep breath, he looks down. "We may have to cremate him."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:19 pm
J'valia cringed at the worlds, but acknowledged them as true. "We may... but that doesn't mean we can't bury the ashes."
She looked around, then spotted a hill in the distance. On it was a tree, weak without the sun to guide it. she concentrated, and slowly in bloomed to it's full height. The oak stood tall, proud, a true warrior. She poited. "there."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:22 pm
He nodded at the unfortunate truth in Alastors words. When J'valia pointed out the burial place for the ashes, he was a little confused. "Why there?" he asked curiously. Maybe it was because that was the one of the few trees left around these parts.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:25 pm
(( no one has even looked at the satchel i left with the banner. I feel so neglected crying ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:26 pm
(Whoops! I'll make mention of it in my next post.)
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