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Posted by FANTOME on October 5, 2008, 3:46 am
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Once boundaries stopped him, they do not stop him now.
“Belonging!?” His voice is loud and his laugh is shrill. “I live in Andarin, but I was never a wolf.” A newfound hatred rising once again within him. He prays for the death of Andarin now. “I will die nameless to them. Friendless and alone.” And in his anger, he is freed, the water sighing beside him. “Be careful of the places you dare to call home.”
His heart belongs with the mountains, but he does not belong with the Wolves, high on their thrones of popularity who scorn him and abandon their fellows. “No…” he sighs to himself, with water and wind billowing against him. It breaks him, it heals him.
The winds take him from that place, leaving him to linger by Acacia’s side. “What is it you want from this world?”
water II.mercenary.andarin
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