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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 9:37 pm

A little indian brave who before he was ten
Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior indian cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melt into the sea, eventually...

-- Jimi Hendrix, "Castles Made of Sand"

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1 - Intro (Here)
2 - Past Life
3 - Interactions
4 - Growth
Etc - Self/Home RP/Comments*

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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 10:50 pm

The Past Life

"Forgiveness means letting go of the past."
-- Gerald Jampolsky

Iris dance beautiful. Her caramel-colored skin had been scrubbed to spotlessness before the tattoos that adorned her arms and ankles were redrawn. She wore her finest skins, dyed to be red tinged, and a crown of bright yellow French Pyrenees adorned her head. Her hair, as dark as a fox's paws, had been brushed until it was shiny and contained only the slightest wave. But then the dance called her once more out of her reverie. She took a step to the left, and the dancers spun.

(On hold until I can give her a real story, and not just define her character.)

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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:45 pm

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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 12:14 am

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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 11:16 pm

For When Dorian Becomes a Dreamer

Dorian was quite bored. Sure, this was a necessary ritual if he was to become chief. Sure, he got to see the beautiful young women of the tribe all dressed up together. But still, couldn't they just get onto the mock battles already? How he loved his war games... In collaboration with his imagination, the flickering bonfire revealed the joys of the morrow. A fantastic hunt. Then, in two more days, he would rule. He would also have to choose a bride... But he turned his thoughts away from that unpleasant business, and the dancers spun.

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