rogue
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Peace or Death?
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Post by rogue on Dec 7, 2006 20:52:21 GMT -5
Rogue smiled. He was a light. She worded her next sentences very carefully.
I'm not sure exactly where I lie either. I guess I'm more dark than anything.
For some reason, she was confiding this tid bit about her in this seemingly random brute.
But, at the same time, I came into this place a blank slate, willing to be shaped by the equines I meet.
Now she knew she had said to much. She kept her kissers sealed and awaited to reply from the brujo infront of her.
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Post by T.sume [Narya] on Dec 9, 2006 19:11:37 GMT -5
.:All I want to do is be more like me:.
That sounds like a good idea. It seems like every time I decide on who I am, I find something else about myself I didn't know which changes everything. Almost like I don't really belong here, I'm simply a mind filling body, with no clue as to what's going on.
I respond, thinking deeply into what the mare had said. I don't really think I ponder things deeply that often, but now seems to be an exception, for her words continually spark new ideas in my head. The moment ends quickly, though, and I struggle to find something to same, mind mind refusing to work. Pay back for making a it think, perhaps?
Uh, so...
.:and be less like you:.
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