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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 10:34 pm
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Ezra stood at the coast line, looking off to the oceans. He practically laughed at himself, he was bitter and slightly drunk, again. Right now, he was not thinking straight, glad that his immortality was stripped from him, giving off only the scent of human, nothing more. He sniffed himself and laughed, plopping his a** down on the sand. He stared into the ocean, watching the lights dance off. "Well, at least the alliances give me more room to run around to become s**t faced drunk!" he laughed. He was hating himself again, laughing as tears poured from his eyes. His laughter stopped as he stared at the arch in the rock nearby. He only cried, silently. "Nesa...if only I hadn't shown you my world. Maybe it was meant for our nations to be seperate..." he said, choking on his words as images of them as children running through the arch.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:09 pm
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MemorysGalleySlave Ezra stood at the coast line, looking off to the oceans. He practically laughed at himself, he was bitter and slightly drunk, again. Right now, he was not thinking straight, glad that his immortality was stripped from him, giving off only the scent of human, nothing more. He sniffed himself and laughed, plopping his a** down on the sand. He stared into the ocean, watching the lights dance off. "Well, at least the alliances give me more room to run around to become s**t faced drunk!" he laughed. He was hating himself again, laughing as tears poured from his eyes. His laughter stopped as he stared at the arch in the rock nearby. He only cried, silently. "Nesa...if only I hadn't shown you my world. Maybe it was meant for our nations to be seperate..." he said, choking on his words as images of them as children running through the arch. The bitter man awoke from his drunken world. He still had anger in his heart, the rest of him cold as the mountains of his home land. He looked at his left hand, seeing a crumbled piece of paper. It was a note he wrote while drunk. "My dream is to become Nameless, one who walks through the shadows to protect the light, Night Strider". He shoved the paper into the bottle and threw it into the ocean, a dream that would be lost in the sea, a dream that was already too far off. He left the lands, a shell fading like sand draining from the hand.
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