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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:47 am
"Yes, there are," Sesshomaru replied, looking up from his book. As if he was reading Vynnessia's mind, he continued quickly, "However, unlike dragons, mermaids and the like, Japan has... Had many spirits and demons. The age that I belonged in had many wars, and as a result, many died. The spirits of the dead turned into demons with time because many died too suddenly on the battlefield."
He paused, "However, these wars became rare as years passed and these demons were either exorcised, or became dormant, resting in inanimate objects."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:45 pm
Vynnessia's ears red tipped ears raised Vynnessia knew about ghosts and spirits, Hogwarts was of course full of them. But she knew so little about demons. She looked above her book again. How did one survive in such a time she wondered privately “That’s so sad..." she said. To become something like that just because you died, how was someone anchored so strongly to the earth?
“Was there good things too? During the time were you came from.” she asked. At least it stopped but what happened to all those souls? Wars were terrible, so much bloodshed over something so minimal.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 12:02 pm
((sorry if you were waiting on me... couldn't think of what dinner would be, then remembered this was breakfast! *headdesks*))
There was a soft tap at the door before it opened, little more than a polite warning that someone was entering. A tray loaded with food floated across the room to settle on a coffee table as the books on it were carefully whisked aside. Slices of heaped melons, a plate of sausage links, buttered toast beside jars of seedless raspberry preserves, scrambled eggs, and pitchers of orange juice, cranberry juice, milk and water were arranged pleasantly atop the silver platter.
Stepping inside the room Remus Lupin quietly shut the door behind him before padding towards the pair. "I do apologize if I took too long. Ginerva insisted on spelling the eggs to keep them at the best temperature for eating and..." He blushed a little, not because it appeared he had interrupted something private so much as that he had simply interrupted at all. "eh... my apologies."
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