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Post by softballgal on Jan 20, 2011 19:12:02 GMT -5
"Thank you kindly." I said as the man stirred me to a bench. "I'm most dreadfully sorry. My breath has seemed to escape me." I said, feeling faint. I looked up at my savior, smiling warmly. His eyes were warm and rich like melting chocolate and butter. "So sorry for my rudness. I am Suzette, so kind to meet you." I said, bowing slightly, even as I sat.
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Post by fallenangel on Jan 20, 2011 21:49:27 GMT -5
".... well she looks like shes in good hands," i said and walked down the market trying to find the right food to cook tonight. After a few minutes of more shopping i had finally finished and just to be sure i walked back to see if that girl was alright.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 21, 2011 13:44:26 GMT -5
I looked about frantically as her companion walked off. i kept silent from fear. She had a slightly British accent and her ettiquette was high-born. Respectfully, I bowed back, but my mouth remain tight shut. I didn't trust myself not to say something stupid, even if it was just my name.
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Post by softballgal on Jan 21, 2011 13:47:41 GMT -5
"Please, can you help me home. I live on Brickstone street, hust a few blocks away. I do not believe I can manage it on my own." I said, swaying with the wind as I struggled to stand.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 21, 2011 14:17:53 GMT -5
My eyes searched the horizon for the house she mentioned, but I didn't think she would make it there under her own power, even leaning on me. "Do forgive me," I whispered, lifting her gently into my arms. "But this is necessary to insure your safety." That was the most I'd ever said in this town. I walked towards her house, trying to ignore the whispers of the passers-by. I put her down on her doorstep, having no wish to face the rage of her parents for my presumptuousness. I backed away and disappeared into the crowd of people in the market.
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Post by fallenangel on Jan 21, 2011 14:19:42 GMT -5
I walked up to the girl as i saw the boy leave. "What was that about?" i asked in confussion.
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Post by dreamwriter on Jan 25, 2011 13:48:43 GMT -5
I went to my small cabin in the woods, not far from town. No one could track me here except White Tail. As I opened the door, White Tail ambushed me. "Down, White Tail," I told the fox. She always knew when I was near home. Looking past her, I saw the mess she made. It wasn't for nothing that I called her White Tail. She had a nasty habit for getting into flour, which has nearly the same effect as white powder on a lady's face. And White Tail's tail is so wet usually that all the flour just sticks to it.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 7, 2011 13:56:16 GMT -5
I walked up the stairs, hanging heavily on the railing. My legs felt like warm pudding and my mind seemed to be floating some where off in the distance. "I'm home." I called, latching the door behind me. I waited for my father to respond, yet he didn't after a few moments. I started walking to his den, feeling nervous for some odd reason.
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Post by fallenangel on Feb 7, 2011 13:59:12 GMT -5
"Tch someones already back.... better jet," said girl covered with black stealth clothing picking up her dagger that was covered in blood and humped out the window and ran home through the darkness.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 7, 2011 14:05:43 GMT -5
I screamed when I saw my father. The scream was a loud and savage wail of pain and agony as I saw my fathers' butchered corpse covered in blood which puddled and trialed around him, making a design that looked like an angel. My fathers' blood was the weirdst to observe. It was silver. Someone in this town knew my family's secret, and obviously didn't like it. I held my father, his silver blood coating my chest and legs, brushing his hair from his face, and suprised by his somewhat peaceful expression.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 7, 2011 14:12:19 GMT -5
I heard the young lady's scream, though the cause was unknown to me. I ran back to the out skirts of the town to see, from a distance what the cause of so much distress was. But I knew that if anything really bad had happened, the blame would immediately fall to me, as it had so many times before, driving me further inland.
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Post by fallenangel on Feb 7, 2011 14:17:52 GMT -5
Running into my house then slaming the door shut, i removed my mask then dropped it on the floor. I ran to the bath room and splashed water in my face, "What the hell? I killed him..... but it was like he accepted death?" i said looking at myself in the mirrior.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 7, 2011 14:26:12 GMT -5
I lay weeping on the floor. I kissed my fathers' forehead, just as it began to turn to dust. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Back to the father and the holy land, brave warrior." I said. I stood up then, confused as to what to do. I was alone, unsure what my mission was. Someone would be after me soon, that's all I knew.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 7, 2011 14:27:35 GMT -5
I saw the lady covered in silver blood but there was no sign of any body. Still i stood in teh shadows.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 7, 2011 19:01:35 GMT -5
I went up to my room and began changing, before throuwing the dress into the fire to burn the evidence. After, I started pcking a bag with all the neccesites I needed. First, clothing, including riding gear. Then I grabbed a canteen of glowing gold liquid which was hidden inside. Last, I grabbed a dagger made of glass, which had a sharp point with five edges like a star. I hid it in my dresses hem, before planning to leave.
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