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       Rp. Yep.
       By: Site Adminitrator Date: April 6, 2012, 12:08 am
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       Conan the Destroyer
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       Re: Rp. Yep.
       « Reply #2 on: January 29, 2012, 02:02:14 am »
       The young man sighed as he shrugged, trying to adjust the black
       coat that covered his body from the cold. His glacier-blue eyes
       pierced the darkness of the park; a few street lights causing a
       break in the darkness of the city. It was quiet here and the
       young Rahl often preferred the quietness of his thoughts. He
       hated being crowded and being around people and with lots of
       noise. His nostrils flaring as he took in the polluted air,
       exhaling it slowly as he strived to calm his nerves. The dirty
       blond hair that hung to his shoulders and just past his eyes
       became ruffled as the winter wind came through causing him to
       curse in three different languages. Tristan sighed and shivered,
       hugging his coat against himself before moving his fingers
       stiffly in wild gestures as the air warmed up around him. A sigh
       of relief escaped as he flexed his fingers. While he had been in
       places that held colder weather and much, much harsher storms,
       he hadn't been to those places in quite some time and had lost
       his feel for ignoring the cold. He hadn't planned on staying
       long in any case... Just passing through. He sighed and looked
       up at the night sky, his throat tight with emotion. Oh Grug...
       Where are you? His thoughts of his old friend usually put him in
       a sour mood and this time was no exception. His lips frowned a
       frown upon his otherwise perfect face that was dark with years
       being in the sun.
       As thoughts of the gar receded, he stopped walking and looked
       around for a bench; quickly finding one and just as quickly
       sitting upon it. Stuffing his hands into his dark-blue jeans, he
       let out a misty breath. His black boots tapping lightly on the
       concrete walkway. A black pearl necklace adorned his neck, each
       as flawless and perfect as the man that wore them. He had spent
       months crafting each individual pearl. Each pearl served a
       purpose, as well as the silver, gold, and black onyx cord that
       was covered with leather. The leather helped hide the magical
       qualities of his necklace and its connecting cord from people
       that were from his birth place, since none he had met in his
       travels had been able to sense his gift. While it was to his
       advantage, he also disliked it. Not that he wasn't in physical
       shape and couldn't handle a physical threat should the need
       arise, he hated not having the assurance of other wizards
       feeling his gift. He let out a resigned sigh and quit the
       thought before he grew agitated, as was his wont to do outside
       his home world. The young War Wizard smiled faintly as he
       thought of home, his arctic irises becoming hidden as he enjoyed
       the thoughts; his left hand rubbing a scar on his right forearm,
       which formed a white circle that was spaced out evenly across
       the circular scar, as if made from needles, which was true to a
       point.
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       "With each word your tenderness grows. Tearing my fear apart.
       And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish
       heart."
       "In the end, we all die alone."
       "Is it better to be loved than feared or feared than loved? It
       may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it
       is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be
       feared than loved."
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