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Posted by FANTOME on October 3, 2008, 4:35 pm
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His hooves lacerate the ground beneath him as he frees himself from the insanity of both Andarin and Solira. Anger is ripe on his face and feels the cold comfort of change press eagerly against him. History boils to greet him again, and he refuses to allow it devour his existence again. The sick-sea churns unfavorably in his hooded eyes as he lurches into the glade. They do not search for anything or anyone, blind to all which pass him. The river beckons him, begging him to breach its banks.
It is only when he comes to the swirling current does drift from his enraged reverie. Across the river and to the west stands a creature whose name he does not know, and who smells strongly of freewill and Desreal. It is company that eludes the matter of Wolves, Vipers and Jaegers, company that lures him more strongly than night and solitude.
It is to her side that he goes, silent save for a greeting huffed harshly through his nose.
water II.mercenary.andarin
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