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Post by Mesa Rin Stone (darko) on Jan 14, 2012 23:09:37 GMT -5
Rain fell from the darkest for skies as the man walked through the stone placed road past a set of iron bars. His olive green eyes slowly searching across the large area of land before him. Slowly yet carefully he walked across the long winding driveway up the hill. His target were spirits, lost souls that had traveled long distances and claimed refuge in the ruins of a large mansion. Walking up the path, he could hear his brother's voice speaking to him. An unwanted set of words that could not escape his ears, no matter how far away he was. 'brother, I've sent you a few more human souls for you to play with, please try to be genital with these ones, there not a fragile as the little girl.' The man felt sick, as the brother's voice faded away. "sick bastard..." the man said as he walked up to the front doors of the ruins and stopped. He dropped down to one knee and swept his hand along the bottom of the door. Checking for the warmth he needed to walk inside.
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Post by Ms. Lilith A.P. Steele-Binks on Jan 14, 2012 23:17:00 GMT -5
She loved to come here. Honestly it was the silence that made her feel at peace...she was sitting on one of the old twisted beds, listening to her tiny music player, watching the created dancer on the rail in front of her. She giggled at how silly her creation was being tonight.
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Post by Mesa Rin Stone (darko) on Jan 14, 2012 23:30:01 GMT -5
The man could since a hint of warmth coming from a room, but of which floor of the ruins he could not tell. He pushed his had through the door and check the hardness of the ground, the main hallway beyond the door had no other floor under it for a good thirty feet. The olive green eyed man stood back to his feet and walked through the door, his body fading past the old wood. What waited beyond the door was the inner ruins of the mansion, a dark decrepit hall filled with webs that looked as though they had been moved more then once. He looked around glancing from side to side as he reached back and grabbed his mask from the back of his jacket. The fate coldness from the outside rain made it hard to judge the source of the cold lingering scent of the dead. He placed the mask over his face and pulled his hair through the back. Clinching his sword in his right hand by the blade. He placed a few seeds on the ground and walked along the large hallway, trying to find the center of the energy. The wooden floor, creaking beneath his feet.
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