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Feeling; Kearalyn Natalias
Topic Started: Apr 26 2007, 08:47 AM (151 Views)
Minako
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Intelligence is the ultimate weapon.
Death resides here.

The sky was a black, violent hue, tumultuous clouds clashing in warning and anger. But despite the aggressiveness of it all, it was silent. Even one’s heartbeat seemed too loud for this place. Sunlight—or any light—didn’t exist here. There was but a vast expanse of dead land… dark and desolate. The ground was cracked and dry, appearing as if it had given up on itself long ago, having lost the will to live, or even grow. Even the scant shrubbery—the only sign of life—gave the impression of bereavement and sorrow. The air itself held no movement, no wind, and no life. It was as if there was no temperature. It was neither warm no cool, or even humid. It was simply… there.

Minako stepped forward, as silently as possible, coal-grey eyes taking in her surroundings with a sense of remembrance and sort of… understanding. It felt too real, too familiar. This feeling of nothingness and nonexistence… she felt almost humble to be in this place. She reached out, slim fingers trembling only subconsciously, the gloved digits brushing against the rough surface of the wall. She could feel it, the lost hope within these cracked boulders, through the thin fabric covering her hands. She wondered what horror and sheer sadness this place had seen.

Minako shut her eyes, letting the moment wash over, allowing her conflicting thoughts to settle and rearrange them into a more organized manner. She breathed shallowly, very much aware of the atmosphere. Minako lifted her hands, curling them around the hem of her hood, covering her head and face. Lowering it slowly, almost self-consciously, she re-opened her eyes, looking around warily. She glanced at the dying undergrowth of plants scattered over what was left of the soil. She looked to the darkened heavens one last time. Exhaling softly—but what still felt too earth-shattering, she smiled.

”I know.”

I know what you have been through. I know what you feel. I know fear. I know truth. I know hopelessness. I know. I know. I know.

”But you musn’t worry, for we are strong.”
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~~**The Lone Ranger**~~
An interesting creature burst into the darkness, bellowing out her sadness. She had lost her owner and this new person was trying to get to her. The purple harness around her head snagged, getting her caught in some brush. It seemed to this little creature, the harder she tugged, the shorter the harness's leash would get. She bellowed out her sadness again, trying to free herself.

Kearalyn stepped closer to her new pack creature, trying to get the little creature to calm down. Since the creature was deposited into her care, the creature tried to run away. Kearalyn brought out a piece of compressed food pellet and offered it to the creature, trying to win her trust.
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