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Post by solyss on Feb 15, 2008 21:13:38 GMT -5
He really hadn't been hanging around the lands for a short amount of time...perhaps nearly two weeks it had been since he had dealt with the last of his traitors, and in that time his body had healed, his mind had rested, and his thoughts had coagulated into a mass of decisive actions. Of course, the plans of which he wished to have executed would not go as planned, that was the way the world worked...but one must believe that they will run smoothly, else there is no chance for such a feat to occur. Two weeks...he had roamed, seeking, waiting...
And here it was that he was called. Of course, it was no desert, but the coldness of its stale, heavy air, the knowing of the aged and cracking rocks, had lured him to its gaping doorstep. The master of these lands should have known his presence by now...he had intruded fairly far into the lands, only for the fact that He was not one to wait around and waste his Time. No, he pushed deep within the lands, tracing the landscape into his memory, pressing himself into a position that would ensure that the Brute knew his intentions...He was not up for some smart ass remarks, as words weren't going to defend an abode.
His crimson frame settled about fifty paces from the mouth of the stale-aired caves, his senses buzzing...searching, and finding not much more that the dead atmosphere around him. It was now that he would wait...and it better not be long, or else his manner would turn darkly within a small span of time. For now, he was content to stand, no bugle, no beckon, for any horse has the intelligence to sense another's presence. The air settled around his unmoving frame, the only movement with the blinking of his deep, earthy eyes. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 9, 2008 14:14:12 GMT -5
Archiving this, since there hasn't been a reply in a long time. If you want it back, PM me. Plus, I think you two took this to Blitzkrieg...or however you spell it anyways. @.@
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