| LiShen | Created on Saturday, 23 October 2010 18:59 |
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- I walked up to the man in grey -- black hair streaming down the side of his face. Baekho shrine juxtaposed. "Come." I followed him out of Maso's training hall. - I walked up to the man in grey -- black hair streaming down the side of his face. Baekho shrine juxtaposed. "Come." I followed him out of Maso's training hall. We stepped into the wilderness overlooking Kuguryo. Walking deep into the brush -- a thicket, a patch of overgrown foliage. He glowed in the morning fog. The thicket grew below and entrenched itself deep beneath the outskirts of the Kugnae walls. The man stepped amongst the shooters and branches. I followed. And into the den, I staggered -- stumbling behind the man who took ghostly but confident strides. The floor evaded our eyes. Pitter patter, we entered a chamber, a looming cavern with pale-skinned skulking in the dawn twilight. They turned to stare. Expressionless. Charon glanced onto me, looked me over from the distance. His shadow rose above me and eclipsed me. The thicket closed behind me as the steps took me further into that dark corridor. No sign or emotion. That is where I met the others. And that is where I find myself relative to those of K'urimja. We came and went -- and then dispersed on one famed eve. And now I wander. And our numbers thin. But our resolve strengthens. <b> @ |
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