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Post by Queenangels on Sept 11, 2009 16:24:19 GMT -5
((okay, I guess I'm going to give a shot at this. Lan, edit it if you need to....AND OMG LAN!! 1. YOU HATE ME....okay great...so how am I suppose to find you? if you hate why...why would I care about you? 2. what are the clans?))
Smoke was everywhere, she could smell it. Her father sent her out to follow the smell...the sight...the fire. Only one of fire could have made such a destruction so great, and if it was one from their clan...from their village he'd be exiled. It was just the rules. To Azara's great joy, she was sent out once again to do the dirty work. Find what was out there...look and savage through the ruins for any of their clan members. Her eyes widened as she approached the site. The village was a ruin pretty much by now, yet it was her neighboring clan and village. And she still had yet to look through the mess. She sighed and kept walking. Right outside the village, not very far from the ruins of the village was something. She saw it in the distance. She gasped. Azara had no idea who it was, but it was a body on the floor. It wasn't like she wasn't used to seeing dead bodies, since it was her job to do the scraps and dirty work. Eventually the body was unconscious on the hard, bumpy dirt road. She looked down at the face that looked so innocent. She took out her water pouch and poured some on his face and helped drag him into the shade under a tree.
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Post by Whyntir on Sept 16, 2009 12:37:27 GMT -5
((1. I haven't met you yet. I was hoping you'd play along and have our characters start to hate. 2. Tribe/clan: Same things))
Nero sputtered awake as water fell on his face. Couldn't he just die? There was nothing left for him except his mother. Ah, of course. His mother wouldn't let him pass through just yet. He opened his eyes slowly to see a girl from a different tribe. He stared at her for a minute in silence, for a major reason was the fact that his throat was so parched that he couldn't bring his vocal cords to move. His eyes closed slowly once again as he sighed. His medallion slipped accidentally from his grasp, but he didn't notice. The symbol of Filla facing the light.
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Post by Queenangels on Sept 16, 2009 23:27:26 GMT -5
((ack, 1. Well if you haven't met me...how do you hate my charri? I was going to go along with it, but since you already hated me, I was going to have my charri be annoyed that she saved you in the first place...etc. 2. Oh, I knew that.))
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Post by Whyntir on Sept 17, 2009 18:40:05 GMT -5
((1.) I HATE YOU LATER!!))
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Post by Queenangels on Sept 17, 2009 21:40:36 GMT -5
(( well you could have said that.))
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Post by Whyntir on Sept 22, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -5
((Now post. *rolls eyes*))
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Post by Queenangels on Sept 23, 2009 19:14:09 GMT -5
Azara gasped at the amulet and nearly fell backwards away from him. She had an amulet as well, but that just meant he and her had something in common. She sighed and picked up the amulet and examined it making sure it was real. It was! This boy was making her even more curious then ever.
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