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| A Cold Dead Ground; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Nov 5, 2009 2:16 pm (54 Views) | |
| chadkingggg | Thu Nov 5, 2009 2:16 pm Post #1 |
 
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Cyrus kicked the leaves gently as he walked through Debon Plains. The leaves swirled around his legs and settled back onto the earth still once again. Nothing seemed to move out here. Only leaves swirled from the wind, only to once again fall to earth lifeless. This place was dead. Cyrus kept walking at a brisk pace. Civilization was miles behind him, so there was no turning back. Cyrus pushed through the dead planes as if they were a desert. A brisk leaf filled desert. His feet drudged to a stop. Something was out here, around all of this dead. A gryphon flew over head and off into the distance. Cyrus started to walk again. Why was it he always seemed to be surrounded by an enviroment totally different than himself. An enviroment that did not notice him. Cyrus closed his eyes but didnt slow his pace and let out a long and deep sigh. He looked up and found himself near a small pond surrounded by a few trees. Cyrus looked down into the murky and undrinkable water. Cyrus looked through what he could see of the pond for fish. dead. He looked up into the tree for a sign of birds in the mangled leafless branches. dead. Cyrus pulled out his short sword and a small cloth and started using the water to clean the blade. Cyrus stopped and stared straight into the water. Every second or so the water would let off a slight vibration. a vibration made from life. Cyrus ran up the bank and stood beside one of the trees looking into the distance. Something was coming and it was coming fast. Cyrus held his short sword in hand waiting for the long awaited sign of life angry or friendly to burst over the horizon. |
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