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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:50 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:53 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:04 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:06 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:12 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:13 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:16 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:19 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:22 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:24 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:26 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:43 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:47 pm
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The tapping of her claw like fingers of her left hand echoed around her as she gazed out onto the open territory that her temple stood upon. Its been a couple of years already since it has been built and she has lived in solitude, away from the interaction of the inhabitants of the BC. Years Since She has seen his face, or felt his lips, his skin, or the warmth of his arms around her. Her love for Him will never Die, but with each passing day of being alone it builds a layer of Stone around her heart, making it colder.
Her mind flushes through thoughts of reasons and faded memories, never being still. Each time the memory of the day Xol oathed to Kill her off, only makes her Blood boil as she wasnt part of his war, but now became a target. She would glance at her shoulder as the skin of the scar from that day would burn bring back those memories. She will face him again, only time will tell when their paths will cross.
She glanced dont at her claw like fingers of her gauntlet as she curled them into a fist, she had to Find T first, unless D had gotten to him first. Releasing her fingers she placed them on the rail of the balcony as her Blue eyes shimmered with thoughts once again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:17 am
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A small figure begins to stir along the path.
Journeying far from the plains, a young boy, Kaiden, walks steadily toward the icy walls of this tower, this home of whomever he may try to befriend.
A few years earlier, there was an argument amongst his mother, and Eva.
Something along the lines of her reaching a state of adolescent behavior. It happened so quicky. Eva just ran at Kobei, a knife in one hand, and as Kobei tried to dismiss her, amd turn away, the knife plunged into her back, just below her neck.
The blood ran, and wouldn't stop. Kaiden was 13 now, a lot more wiser than he was at such a young age. Still experiencing his growing pains of youth, it didn't stop him from what he needed.
He couldn't bear the thought of not living alone in the world. He needed his mother. He needed guidance.
Who even knows where dad is...
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