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Posted by fadedexpectation on Apr 13, 2006 19:58:06 GMT -6
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The moon light glistened off the tall grass as Ire made his way through the forest with blinding speed. The beast in which he pursued snorted with exhaustion. Ire knew that the boar could only run for so long and then he would have dinner. Drawing his right sword (Kismet) he hurled the blade at the fleeing animal. The boar let out a final squeal as the blade connected. At the sound a smile spread on Ire’s masked face, he would eat well this night. He had been in this forest for months, training and analyzing the things that had come to past between himself and Orion. Although he had plenty of time to think he had lost all connection with society, which was fine by him for a while, now he grew restless. Retrieving his blade, Ire wiped the blood from in on the grass and sheathed it. Swinging the boar unto his shoulder Ire made his way back to camp. It must have been half way back to camp when he decided that tomorrow would be the day he went back to the city to see how things had turned out. He awaited his reunion with those he knew, with the thought a sneer came upon his face and shadows upon his hands.
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