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Posted by slv. ALSHAIN; on November 12, 2008, 9:33 pm, in reply to "Yeah, hi; THREAD" slv. A L S H A I N
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TEN THOUSAND FISTS IN THE AIR
Alshain realizes that, where politics are concerned, these moments are shockingly numerous. Notte’s being overthrown, for example. And then there’s the whole matter of Datura, and Pirate being dead…
Everything Solira once stood for is now undone, and Alshain refuses to stand for a nation that he honestly views as being weak. The point is, back in “the day” (Alshain is now old enough to have something that he refers to as “the day.” This is a very, very tragic occurrence), the minute Ozymandias overthrew Notte, all of his army (well…formerly his army) would have instantly thrashed the Corpsefiend. It would have been much ado about nothing. Back then, they were strong enough to choose who leads them.
But not now, apparently.
So Alshain is displaced - his home is no longer his home, and he’s wandering around in some directionless limbo with no one to order around and no one to dream of transforming.
No strategies to form, no drills to orchestrate – just a big, dark, giant-flying-lizard-inhabited forest.
And so my mercury falcon wanders down these long, convoluted paths, not so much lost in thought as he is buried in general frustration with the world at large, and it is in this manner that he comes across the spitting freaking image of himself, walking down the path in front of him.
Alshain stops, blinking rapidly beneath long black strands of forelock, and his Wind gives a violent lurch against some nearby trees. “Holy SHIT,” he cries, “Altair!?”
He’s never personally met Altair before, but it’s not everyday that you run smack into a young, moderately belligerent form of yourself in a forest.
Alshain might be obtuse sometimes, but even he can put two and two together.
I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE
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