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We're on the highway... To awesomeness.
By: Savannah Dante Date: June 3, 2013, 7:09 pm
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Bastet Aetos leaned her head back against the rough bark, her
hair falling down her back like a waterfall. She stared up at
the clear blue with a curious look in her eyes as if she was
questioning the world around her. And she was. Well, to be more
specific to why poisonous butterflies were attracted to green
apples. It had been bugging her all day and night, causing yet
another night with no sleep to pass by. But she was as wide
awake as a cat at night. "Maybe they like the color... Or the
taste?" She spoke aloud as if someone was next to her. "Or
maybe..... That's were they get their powers!" A gasp escaped
her lips and Bastet quickly jumped to her feet. A wide, toothy
smile was now spreading across her face as she started to do a
little dance underneath the shade of the tree. "That's it! I've
figured it out!" The words were sung with happiness and delight.
Bastet acted as if she had discovered something great rather
then something... Dumb.
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Re: We're on the highway... To awesomeness.
By: Dems Darkfire Date: June 4, 2013, 6:17 pm
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Waiting around a corner, in the shadows that cast from the tree,
madness was always accompanied by company. The darkness ebbed
from his cloak, covering his features in pure nighttime
splendor. He looked like nothing more than a trailing tail of
the tree's very own Silhouette. Nothing seemed more perfect than
following those who were... odd, for lack of a more
distinguished adjective. He couldn't call them crazy, or
deranged, those where too specific. Charade just enjoyed the
company of oddities, nothing more, no matter what their oddity
was. His back prickled against the bark of the tree, standing
but feet away from his newest subject as she pondered something
and then, finally, triumphed in her thoughts. 'What a nominal
conclusion... this one might need a more specific word to
describe her...' he thought to himself, a glove appearing from
his cloak to adjust the invisible mask upon his face. "Very
good, strange one. Another great conclusion reached." Charade
spoke from the perfect darkness he created, smiling to himself
as he remained hidden.
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