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#112
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Natsunaine
Your Friendly Neighborhood Lurker
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Lucien spaced off into the distance as the two had there converstaion, Something was odd. He had that sudden feeling in his stomach that something was wrong. He snapped out of his spaciness long enough to see that The man had written his name in the dirt as well as showing Kanon a scar on his throat. Interesting so thats why he cannot talk, Never heard of a mute mercenary before. Lucien chuckled to him self then glanced over at Kanon. "Kanon, i must leave to the north i have a strange feeling about something. You stay here with.... Cu was it? Im sure he won't hurt you."
It was at this point that Lucien Drew his sword the lightning gracefully dancing across his sword and creating a small serpent. He dashed at full speed through the forest and out of the path to the north, where he had told his troop to lay in wait for his arrival. As he came upon the site the air was filled with smoked and charred skin the smell made his stomach turn, The camp was dead everyone of his troops were accounted for unfortunately for Lucien they had been slaughtered.
"....C...a..pt..ain.." a struggling voice was heard Near by, it was Then that Lucien noticed a man reaching up towards him at his ankle gasping for breath. Lucien knelt down to the man and looked at him with remorse and fear. "Try to stay calm you'll make it out of this, Who did this?" The man coughed holding his side in pain trying his best to talk to lucien.
"After Mairi had left a group of solider led by this strange human dressed in white bone like armor attacked, we didn't stand a chance. They then burned the entire campsite and left towards the north-east" Lucien placed his hand gently over the man's mouth enough to silence him but keep airflow normal. "Rest, you will be fine im sure Mairi still has that bag of medical supplies buried somewhere around this place." Lucien stood up and began wandering through the burnt and slaughtered camp site.
"Cause I've been falling apart in the pouring rain"
"I'm waging war on myself. A captive causality"
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"Traded a merciful heart for a murderer�s brain
But now I curse what's in my head
Because I can't stop seeing red"
Last edited by Natsunaine; 09-07-2012 at 11:56 AM.
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Posted 09-07-2012, 02:30 AM
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