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vannilla_caramell Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 12:49 am
During the war long back, many wolves killed each other here. Some blood had stained rocks. Bones and dirt and few grass is left behind from this bloody war. It's always cloudy and dark here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 5:19 pm
Issac's cloak rustled as the winds picked up only to die down as the clouds moved to block out the sun's rays of light. Casting a massive shadow over the lands, what could have been a once beautiful field was barren and dead.
A fitting location for a man as broken as the patches of grass, amongst the bones and dirt the warrior didn't even feel uneasy.
Pulling his hood off, Issac took in the area with an unblocked view. His cigarette's smoke catching the light breeze and heading northward. This suggested rain was to come, to wet the lands and wash away the smell of death.
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