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05-09-2007, 04:39 PM
"Yeah I know. Next time you'll say that There's a thin line between love and hate. But I am on the hate side." I sat down in the middle off the valley, randomly.
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05-09-2007, 04:51 PM
I stood up. "Fine."
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05-09-2007, 04:55 PM
Amina led the way to a clearing.
There asleep, propped up against a tree was a guy about 17 year's old, with a sword laid across his knees. He had deep chocolatey coloured skin, with white-blonde hair. He was tall and broad shouldered, dressed in Guardian attire. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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05-09-2007, 04:56 PM
"This must be him?" I asked Amina.
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05-09-2007, 05:12 PM
"He's pretty cute... Nothing like Gerik, th-" I stopped myself. I needed to stop with letting that stuff slip.
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05-09-2007, 05:17 PM
AMina poked him, 2Matthias, get up, you lazy lump!"
Matthias opened one light grey eye, "Oh no, it's you." He remarked dryly, smiling. His voice was suprisingly soft, low and husky for a man his size. When he stood, it was like watching mountains move; Matthias was well over the 6 foot mark. "Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go." -Bernard Malamud |
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