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Subject: Re: +alarm+


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Arrasha, Seriema, Tamahome
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Date Posted: 14:04:08 09/05/02 Thu
In reply to: Cat 's message, "Re: +alarm+" on 14:16:36 09/04/02 Wed

Blood splattered from the slit across his neck, the crimson fluid seeping from the wound. Eyes grew wide as he gave in and hit the ground, pale as anything, slits and tears stretched across his flesh, twisted, raw and gushing down like a waterfall. There he lay, in a condition that he would be eaten alive. No will power, no absolution to the pain. Yet still the sword being slashed along his back, old scars turning into new. He cried, cried out to the world, cried out to all who listen and shouted on the top of his lungs until he couldn't anymore, cried the final call and plunged onto the ground. Two pairs of eyes looked grimacingly at him as they grinned and dragged his body back into a small shack, and left him there.

Pathetic boy!

One of them spat as they kicked his limp body from the ground.

Not even worthy of a proper beating!

The weak eyes, bleeding from the wounds opened slowly after being in dorment for hours, on the ground of his home, looking around, too weak to yell, too much in pain to cry. Yet he stayed there, and waited for death to meet him. When flashing before his eyes, he saw the need, the need to seek out his destroyers, and take revenge. Revenge at them. One last final breath, before he was hit sharply on the back of the head, by...Them And was out cold, once again...

Tamahome shot out from his slumber, breathing hard, feeling his arms and looking to his legs for wounds, which were not there. He observed the area he was in and then remembered. Only a dream....a painful flashback. He was traveling with Seriema, Cat and Elessar, at the lake, with the centaur. He looked once again, this wasn't the lake. He slapped his forehead in frustration and sighed.

Sleepwalked....yet again...

He got up from his position in a pile of dead leaves and serched for the lake again, curious to how far he had wondered.

Seriema yawned and opened her bright emerald eyes, smiling in warmth of the lake, watching it's serene waters as she began to get up from her bed of soft flowers and leaves. The warm sun cascaded down and illuminated her facade, shinning in her eyes. She closed them for a moment, felt for her cloak and placed it on. She put a hand in front of her face and looked around. She couldn't help but feel happy, the lake seemed to be a place of relaxation, and no worries. She knew though once she stepped out of the area they would only swoon back, and they would have to be faced with it all again.

As she walked along the lakeside, watching the dragonflys scan across the water and the birds sing in the trees, her mind was more on the centaur. Where was she? Not really looking where she was going she stumbled across Cat's body huddled in the sleeping spot next to hers. She stepped back, seeing if he was awoken by it and watched the spot for a while until she figured he was still asleep. She saw Elessar in the corner, far from the lake and she sighed. She looked around more, waiting for her eyes to scan across Tamahome but she didn't see him.

Now where can he be?

She said brightly as she tried to find where he was.


The one called Ralen soared into the bright azure sky, letting the wind guide him towards the village that was destroyed. Once he would find that place he would travel east from there, seeing that that was the last direction they were headed. He closed his deep ebone optics and opened them again and the same, familar crimson eyes that everyone knew filled out again. Now how to impersonate Arrasha...He shouldn't think much. Ralen was in control of all his thoughts, his ideas, and ambitions. This should be simple for him, and it was Ethren's order. He won't leave him dissapointed, like that Rowan. Rowan...what a waste of space she was, a waste of space, time, and energy. Once he was done with the misson he made a mental note to....terminate that Rowan. With that he grinned.(I know this post nothing much is happening, I got bored and started righting stuff....took me a half hour too, hehe)

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