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Post by valentine on Jan 23, 2008 15:16:52 GMT -5
When something so sad...so dreadfully sad happens, death feels sadness its self...so much in fact that one soul, the soul of sadness gets another chance to fix what happened...that soul has appeared today...a year after Raven died...right down to the very minute...even the very second.
Dark for fear of failure an inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins unveiling rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar the space between a blink and a tear ...sadness blooms.
The Raven sat there at his grave, not moving just sitting as still as a statue.
5 minutes later...
The Raven lets out a audible sound! So loud! So deafening! A foul smell flows from the grave...
A hand reaches out...two hands! A head! A body...the body of the defeated Raven.
"Erren..."
He walked off naked, cut, and scarred. "Must find Erren..."
One hour later... There was knock. "Who could this be at this time of night?" Thought Erren, she opened to door to reveal Raven. She gasped. "Get away! Who are you?" "Its me...Raven." "It cant be! HE IS DEAD!" She started to back off. "Erren...I love you." The way he said it...the way it soothed her, she knew it was him.
To be continued.
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Post by valentine on Feb 16, 2008 13:07:25 GMT -5
"Look, where is Gold?!?" She wasn't completely sure it was him. "I dunno...Raven what happened." "I'm back, and I want him dead for taking me away from you." He stood straight up, still naked. "Got any clothes?"
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