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The Beginnings of The Abacus of Kora
Okay, well I said before, on both my now deceased Xanga and on Blurty! that I would write out some of my story here. Bear with me...it's not much because I handwrite this story and it's a pain in the ass to have to type it all out here.
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There was a silence so still that it was near defeaning that frosty Snow Month night. A cocky smirk tugged at the corners of my seductress's mouth, and the rapidly diminishing flame of my last good candle cast an eerie glow over the two items that lay before me upon a circular and warped wooden table. A dagger with an impressive adventurine and hemitate hilt was the more exquisite of the two; the steel blade was still glistening with the crimson droplets of blood from this evening's assignment.
However, the second item held more meaning for me than my prized weapon. It was a simple wood frame with tiny rods and beads made from carved stone, the once shining black lacquer tarnished from a century's worth of use from various family members before me. I extended my hand, my pale skin near translucent when bathed in the fair moonlight. My eyes flickered towards the candle's sputtering glame, and with the same fingers that had momentarily been stroking the abacus, I pinched the wick. The neon blue flame died beneath my cool grasp immediately, and a tingling snesation ran through the length of my arm before subsiding.
With a tender care for the abacus, an heirloom and the key to a past that still haunted me, I gently slid one more bead down across the first rung and felt it settle on a notch beneath my fingers.
A dozen paid kills, although none as well rewarded as this one, I told myself proudly. The black leather purselet, containing fifty golden ducats, would feed an entire family of six for half of a twelve month cycle...Possibly longer.
After wrapping both near sacred items in black silk and storing them safely away, I paced before my half open window, allowing the moonlight to run molten and wild in my veins. I eased back onto my bed roll, which consisted of naught more than thin linens covering worn straw.
That night I slept lightly, as usual, mantaining my never ceasing vigil that had kept me alive, unscatched, and uncaught for these past twelve jobs.
A good assassin is never caught off guard.
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Well...That's all that I feel like typing for right now. IM me if you want more or something...It's Lycoris Twilight.
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