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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 10:31 pm
A short time of driving he pulled up to the bridge. He gunned it passed the collecters and their stupid coin slots. Driving up to 180Mph it would be death is he crashed at this speed. He smiled something he hadnt done is many weeks. He slowed down once he reached the other side of the bridge. Pulling off the road he drove down a hill that led under the bridge. Finding a nice dry spot in an area were there was no bushes just a patch of grass that grew a nice comfortable distance off the ground. His opened back pack grabbed a sleeping bag and a pillow. He sniffed the air deeply but didnt smell or sence any immediate danger just the drunk bums that would probably steal his morotcycle sometime during the night. All well after putting his backpack inside the sleeping bag he fell asleep in a few short minutes. His last thought were that he was hoping not to wake up the next morning.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:33 pm
Farsite pulls himself out of the water along one of the supports and climbs agilely up to the street level. He terns and begins to walk along slowly, taking in everything.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:36 pm
Spotting a homeless human Farsite makes his way towards the man, white flooding his eyes as he does so.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:38 pm
((You're one of the older members, right? What race were you... You see a few of the stickies got eaten and Vampires and Lycans have been asked to resubmit.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:47 pm
((don’t worry to much because I have yet to attack a Lycan or Demon in cold blood))
The man does nothing; he continues to look strait ahead at the passing cars. Farsite’s eyes tern gray and the mans skin mirrors the same color as it begins to shrivel and become loose on the mans body.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 12:55 pm
((But uhh.. You still need to resubmit your profile to the Vampire sticky... That's what I'm getting at..))
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 1:01 pm
Kinikki ((But uhh.. You still need to resubmit your profile to the Vampire sticky... That's what I'm getting at..)) ((Ah I’m sorry I'll do so now, very kind of you to inform me, I've been away for some time)) the bark nearly explodes on the corpse with roots weaving into the man from every angle till all that can bee seen is a mass of leaves and wood moving as if caught in some unfelt storm.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 1:06 pm
The quivering begins to grow a writhem(sp) to it and soon the branches start to braid and grow together forming joints at strange angles.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 1:09 pm
The ‘thing’ shudders and unfurls thin tendrils and flowers as it rises on its five appendages. The ‘thing’ swivels the tendrils, seeing the air, and keeps the flower like organs in constant slow movement.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 1:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2005 1:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 11:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 11:28 pm
He stopped just before the bridge, looking over at the man as he walked the street. His hand went down to his sides and he realized he would only have his hands.
"Tildre...." he hissed, lowly, almost inaudible.
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