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| Topic Started: Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:59 am (45 Views) | |
| WolfheadMGJ | Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:59 am Post #1 |
 
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The moon was full and high in the sky, visible through a gap in the rain clouds. It was lightly sprinkling, filling the air with a slight scent of roses. The air was moist, cool, yet warm, a night for magic of a different kind: love. Ulfr held a necklace in his hand, one that was considered expensive by the merchant that had sold it to him, but Ulfr didn't care. He didn't think much about gold. The whole concept seemed a little odd to him, but hey, he seemed odd to lots of others. But not to the one that would be recieving the amulet tonight. He waited anxiously for her to appear, to see her beautiful countenance break the brush, her wings shimmering in the moonlight, her soft skin reflecting the wonderful beauty of the night, the moon, and her heart. As if his blood wasn't already boiling enough from the moon. I can't wait to see you, Ichirin no hana. |
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