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Date Posted: 01:23:51 07/22/07 Sun
Author: Talbane
Subject: * A sembelence of an RP*

*He opens the door for a moment and stands there with his head cockd to the side, the wolfs ears perking foward with a slight clink from the multitude of earings he wears. The tavern, it used to be so full of life, full of creatures each living out their existance and it had seemed like it would go on forever. He couldent remember the first time he'd ever been here, and, like many, the wolf tells himself that this will be his last. Yet, as his cold blue eyes wander over the shadows of the darkened room, dancing before him with the ligh tof the day cascading through the dissrepear of the tavern's roof, he shuts his eyes. Perhaps it would be better for him not to see the tavern in such disrepear, perhaps all the creatures of old would be there once he opened his eyes. That way, Talbane figured, he could simply walk in and join them, perhaps even rouse up an old quarrel to get his aging blood afire again. He could almost hear them now thorugh the lonely whisper of the wind, laughing, arguing, dancing,fighting,living,dieing; he opens his eyes. The empty room awated him, but still across the years of dust that collected upon the wooden floor, he could see the faint markings of footprints. Perhaps the decrepit build was a more of a cloister of memories, some good, some bad. Though,perhaps, it was simply a ruin that he still marked upon his map, a sad lonely hut that would never be forgotten.

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