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Posted by Slv. Voraer on February 4, 2009, 2:46 am, in reply to "[THREAD] in midget form" Voraer was tired. More tired than he’d been in a long while; almost as tired as the time Asmodeus nearly killed him on top of the red mountain, his defeated body half hanging off the cliff before the stallion showed mercy and his own fatigue. Voraer’s fire was weak with him, the element reflecting its wielder, too weak to even manage to flicker between his lips and twist through his death, the Dragon’s Breath within him a quiet roar of a furnace. Voraer didn’t even seem like a fire horse, except for the occasional trail of ash that would shudder from his body. Only the perceptive would know, or those with elements who would notice his tired one. V O R A E R
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The recent events had left the right portion of his chest and shoulder burnt and faintly dead to touch and sensations in general, the right half was equally so, his right eyelid barely blinking as often. He wondered if it would always be this way, numb and dead to the world. Damn that Alcatraz.
Voraer was tired because of this. In the short span of a day he’d had his blood sucked from him by Fenris, he’d had the promise of nightmares from Nicodemus, to which he fervently fought against the sleep he truly needed, paranoid about what he’d see; he’d then been heavily weighed down and almost dried into a mummy by Hypatia’s own hands, and then Alcatraz had tried to jolt him a good one like fricken Frankenstein. Voraer was beat.
Trudging slowly through the sands, lungs laboring under such small movements, the chestnut stallion slid into place beside the mare he as yet was unaware was Isra, the one Fantome told him to teach. They stood on a dune, and as Voraer lifted his blazed muzzle into the bleeding sunset, he knew sleep would claim him soon, and his (hopefully) final punishment would be dealt and then he could curse the name of Lycoris for an eternity more. ”Hey.” Was all he mumbled, his gruff voice mangled by his partially paralyzed face. ”Just browsing for company so I don’t nod off… hope you don’t mind. Name’s Voraer by the by.”
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