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Post by khayman on Sept 24, 2006 12:50:48 GMT 1
Along with two original characters of my own, Louise and Bertrand (more may come along later).
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Oct 10, 2006 20:50:22 GMT 1
She slowly withdrew her hands and raised her head. Yes, something was wrong. Her skin was white, much more than that of a healthy mortal should be, and there was a sharp suffering coming from her. Yet she watched the silvery disk of the moon with an almost childlike wonder, as if it she were witnessing a miracle; she loved the chirping of the cicadas, the balmy wind that caressed her face, the sweet scent of the blossoms of some shrub nearby, loved every moment she spent on this earth, and latched onto it as though it were the very last. And when I saw eyes, it seemed for an instant I had been transported back into that distant, dim time when everything was only just beginning, and was once again looking into Mekare’s eyes, - eyes filled with an intensity of being that usually comes only when you know you have to go into the flames tomorrow. This is so beautifully written....I am in awe!
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