Reaver
New Warrior
shp(o~-100;; b~0;; i~0;; u~0;; s~0;; a~1;; )
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Post by Reaver on Dec 22, 2005 17:34:30 GMT -5
Reaver stands with one of his practise swords in hand, glaring at one of the wicker maniquins before him. He let out a short breath and roared as he rushed forward and slid his blade cleanly through the wooden dummy. A brief sense of awakening broke over him and was quickly closed away by his mind. He had been alone for so long, he didn't remember why he was here. He carefully placed the sword back in the case and walked slowly across the stone floor of the cavern. He sat for a while in his dark wooden chair and contemplated his thoughts. Every time he thought about his life and the mistakes he'd made since he'd left the rebellion, he finished with more questions that he began. And every time that he stumbled upon an answer it was lost just as quickly. It was maddening! But he knew deep down what he was going to do, he just wasn't ready to do it yet... He stood and shook off the cold, his pale skin chilled as it always was, he walked into the bed chamber and immediately broke into tears as he saw the shrine. The focus of all his problems. His parents, his friends, his love...Mynerva... All were taken from him, by him...
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