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Post by acrasia on Oct 18, 2012 16:31:18 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2,true] | VIGILANTE Racing in the shadows, the pounding of the feet While the old men get to praying and the children try to sleep Just another promise, they don't really care |
[atrb=border,0,true] Wandering wasn't something she usually did. Having been well-acquainted with the online world for some time now, she knew there were always people about whose sole purpose was to make everyone else's day miserable. Of course, she'd grown to embrace the term 'white knight,' just not all of its implications. Nothing she did was out of a desire for pointless attention. It was just difficult for people to accept that someone might have a genuine love for humankind.
But today was not like most days. It had been relatively calm at home for a while, likely because the mother had picked up a new job and was working strange hours. It left her desire for penitence in a bit of a soft smolder, not even half the raging pyre it normally was. It just wasn't in her today. And there was nothing she hated more than people who did things they didn't actually want to do.
So she was wandering, Leormon ever faithful at her side.
After a while though she had begun desiring a bit of company, and, upon seeing the inn and the strange man standing outside, decided to take a chance. Without a hesitation, she walked up and prodded him gently below the shoulder blade.
"Excuse me. Are you waiting for someone or just confused?" |
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