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 Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:07 pm
"You should get out of here," Kylael decided, concerned about that cough. "All of this ash can't be good for your lungs."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:08 pm
"But… what about you? You shouldn't be here by yourself either." She looked around at the devestation. "It's no place for anyone living. This is a place of the dead now."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:08 pm
He forced back a cringe at her words. Worse was the truth in them. What had he been thinking, returning to this place? Had he intentionally been torturing himself? "I will go with you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:08 pm
She looked into his eyes with graditude. "I… I don't want to be a burden. I just can't stand to be alone right now. It's too much," she said softly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:09 pm
"I don't think any of us can stand to be alone at this moment," he admited, reluctantly. Even he hadn't relished the idea, though he had no one to spend the time with.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:10 pm
"Which way should we go?" she asked listlessly. It didn't really matter. There was no place to go.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:10 pm
"North," Kylael decided, firmly. He chose a direction at random. He really didn't care, but she needed someone to take charge. She needed confidence. An air of "I know what I'm doing." Even when he didn't really.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:11 pm
She nodded, trying to support her part of this journay and immedately stepped toward the north with him, not looking back.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:11 pm
"Let's fly," he suggested, flaring his wings. Anything to get away from this graveyard faster.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:12 pm
She nodded once, sharply, and started beating her wings. She was always a good flyer. She always enjoyed it. Maybe this would help. She hadn't been in the air since this happened, staying close to the ground. What she needed was the freedom of air.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:17 pm
heart heart heart heart heart
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