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 Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:02 pm
He panted in pain, another surge crashed through the air, this time it sliced through the trunk of a tree, and it crashed before him. He stared up in shock. His black wings shuddered and desintergrated into air, as if it were some computer holograph. He stood up, gripped the hilt of his sword. Pulling the sword and scabbard from his belt he stood up, trying to wobble onto his feet. He fell back over, his head aching as if he was just hit by a frate train.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:04 pm
She stayed behind the tree, making no move to help him. Not that she could, she had no more potions and couldn't get any help from the few powers granted to her by the Moon, it was almost a new moon, not full.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:06 pm
Slowly Father Michael began to stand up. He reached to his ear, snapped an earring and pulled the small vial to his lips. He drank the potion and turned back to a rook. He flew back through the night, nothing remaining of him ever being there, except for the memory and the mound of disturbed leaves.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:10 pm
Glancing behind her, she didn't see the werefox, she slowly headed back to the city, wondering who the man was, other than Ako's adoptive father. He wasn't that much older than herself or the girl, he had to be adoptive.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:13 pm
Once out of the forest, Father Michael returned to his human form. He had already used too much energy. Ako's voice was becoming more urgent and kept pressing against the edge of his mind. It pried into his thoughts and overpowered them. He refused to give into his mind's dilemma and walked towards the apartment. His uniform hung limply across his back, still torn. He ignored it and continued to trudge wearliy through the cobblestone streets.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:17 pm
Reaching the outskirts, she managed to find him, and slowly followed him, making sure to keep out of sight, but to keep him in hers. Having lived as a thief, she knew what she was doing, mostly, and no passerbys noticed anything strange.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:20 pm
The moonlight from the slender crescent shimmered down onto his necklace that looked like Ako's. He remembered her face when he had given it to her and smiled. He tucked it under his collar and began to stroll between the towering brick houses, care-free to the world as he realized there's nothing he could do. He even allowed the stress to fall away from the edge of his mind and the aching was soon cleared by the night's cool air that refreshed him and his sweaty palms.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:23 pm
Glancing at the moon herself, she quickly thought a silent prayer, begging the Elven Goddess to not let her do something incredibly stupid in the encounter that was sure to come. Continueing to follow him, she made sure to not make it obvious that she was trailing him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:51 pm
Father Andrew, not knowing that he was being stalked, allowed his heart beat to resound through his head to calm him. He walked up to the door, and unlocked it. The door unlocking made a "tonk" and he opened it. The coals in the fire smothered and dead from the cold.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:56 pm
She darted to the door, catching it before it shut completly. Easing it open, she stepped inside, glancing around for him as she pushed the door to behind her. "Sir?" she asked hesitantly, more to get his attention than to be respectful.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 5:58 pm
Father Michael released the door to her in surprise.
"Ah, hello!" Father Michael expressed, remembering her from earlier. His sudden needs rushed to his mouth and he blurted out in impatience, "You don't happen to know what has happened to Ako do you?"
His eyes were prying, hoping, but doubtful.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 6:03 pm
"I'm sorry, I don't.... I know someone who could possibly find her, but he's never around when I need him.... That's why, you thought I had something to do with it, didn't you?" she accused, a faint smile on her lips.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 6:32 pm
Xidun decidedly 'disappeared' when the elf pushed too much for his actual help. Then he followed her trail to the house slowly and carefully. He watched to two talk from up on a tree, still in the same partial werefox form he'd met them in, except that he had the internal nose that made tracking so much easier.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 1:54 pm
Father Michael smiled, embarrased that he had been found out. "I'm sorry about that... What's you name again?" He asked ashamed. He passed the thought of her actually knowing that he was a werook. Looking back he saw that his bedroom door was still ajar and that the draft was blowing through the stairway. Still filled with remorse he led Saro inside and too the Living Room, not minding the mess.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 3:49 pm
(("Hey, I'm a little confused, just thought I'd point something out...
A rook with the Os pronounced like in hook, is a chess piece; a roc, with the O pronounced like in Hope, is a bird, if I'm not mistaken with black feathers and mythical...
Or is a 'rook' the name of a bird that exists in the world of this RP, that kinda resembles a roc?"))
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