Blacktail Deer Plateau death and all his friends
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thanks for replying all of you! didn't know so many would be drawn in by his ewwie sicky self
also sorry if weird post is weird, im in a weird mood
[size=medium]"Change your ways while you're young"[/size]

[size=small]As his body shook with the strenght of each ripple of asphixiation, his tired eyes fell desperately to the den's entrance where the dim light of the day peeked its curious head, he felt the air flee from his lungs yet he did not let his fear get ahold of him again. Even if the stars that were his pupils continued to fade after each painful gasp he took, he refused to let his life extinguish inside the lonesome hole he had been dumped in.
Until now, no memoried of what had ocurred in the Cliffs or the revealing conversation he had held with his old friend Dante came to mind.

Besides, as confusion grappled his mind and the violent effects of the cold air and exhaustion shook his body there was little he could remember of percieve. It was actually a real miracle that in the midst of it all he was able to hear the soft voice of the Plateu's healer call out to him. Like her, he was oblivious to the presence of the other visitors, who hung outside curiously waiting for him to come out: dead or alive.

"C-Come here" he rasped pleadingly to the gentle female, who could be easily represented by innocence whereas the vulture of a boy that lingered in the outside, would be wrath and his companion, ignorance.
Here were death's friends, but where was the damsel in black?
Had she left her friends to greet him alone?
Or like a true damsel, was she making a fashionably late entrance?
Galileo could only wonder.

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Messages In This Thread
death and all his friends - by Galileo - February 22, 2015, 11:47 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Pura - February 23, 2015, 12:35 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Blue Willow - February 23, 2015, 05:00 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Niria - February 23, 2015, 05:09 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Galileo - February 24, 2015, 09:37 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Pura - March 08, 2015, 06:37 AM
RE: death and all his friends - by Blue Willow - March 11, 2015, 10:40 AM
RE: death and all his friends - by Niria - March 16, 2015, 04:21 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Galileo - March 20, 2015, 12:28 PM
RE: death and all his friends - by Pura - April 05, 2015, 07:52 AM
RE: death and all his friends - by Blue Willow - April 08, 2015, 02:50 PM