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Post by roslyn on Mar 26, 2006 16:43:57 GMT -5
My previous life has withered away. It died with my soul. My story is one of suffering, revenge, passion, life, and death. Time is my one companion, yet it is my foe. Time is merely the chains that hold me in this prison called Life. I have been born into eternal darkness, so it is in darkness that I shall spend the entirety of my existence.
He closed the crimson book. Its ancient smell tickled his nose. The pages had been yellowed with time. A sly smile crept across his face. He fastened his cloak and disappeared into the night.
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Post by PunkxAssxTeenager on Apr 6, 2006 19:38:49 GMT -5
(seems...interesting! I shall attempt to RP here!!)
Shivering, Amy stood and put her book down to close the window. Why so cold? She pondered silently, latching it shut and returning to the comfort of her chair. Leaning back into the small pool of light, she tucked her legs under her and tucked the blanket around her again. Picking up her book she started back into a world of dark hunters, were people, animals with human hearts, humans with animal hearts, and a mediator that no one knew the past of.....
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