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[07 Feb 2003|03:06am] |
Wahahaha! Am forcing you to read something that you don't ever ever read...but you will ne? *glomp* because you wuv me. XD Okay enough with the dramatics I guess. Time to show the thingie...
I remember showing you Devil In the Sun though and damn, you were the one who gave me the title o.O So er, this is spose to be the sequel thingamajig Elan Vital.
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He dreamed a dream last night...
of a solitary cabin up in the mountains;
of a cheerful fire that crackled inside a room that smelled of pine;
of a man split in two by responsibility and his desires;
of a man-boy with Stockholmed eyes torn by indecision;
...of a relationship destined to end.
In his dream the man would always open the cabin door quietly, hesitantly, as if questioning his decision to do so. He would debate with himself on the logic behind his actions and finally would succumb to his first impulse, because there was nothing else he could do but surrender. It was inevitable, it was fate.
He knew that he would break into thousands of pieces inside regardless if he refused to obey what he felt or not. Because that too was inevitable. That too was fate.
In his dream the man-boy would be pacing in the room, or looking into the fireplace, or playing chess by himself, mumbling softly, lips pursed, brows drawn. The man didn't need his gift to know what the other was thinking. It was the same thought that remained paramount in his own.
He knew. They both knew.
Both would continue to fool themselves for as long as they could because the other option was not acceptable by any standards at all.
In his dream the man would walk softly into the room, leather shoes muffled by the carpeted floor, and when he was close enough, he would breath one word, one name...
And the man-boy would smile, troubled eyes clearing at the sound of the man's voice, his lips forming the man's name...
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[18 Jan 2003|08:08pm] |
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Its anticlamactic to think that I won't be resigning as Ernest at all mainly because Kay is ignoring my resignation. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. ^^
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[17 Jan 2003|07:30pm] |
I finally made the decision to let go of Ernest. Some events yesterday have made me realize that perhaps my Ernest is not the one that they really need. It shouldn't hurt this much to let go of him but it does. And that's funny because I never did ask for Ernest as a first choice. Never thought I would grow so attached to him and now that I've finally made the decision to let go, it feels...well sad and depressing.
But there are things that have happened that left me hurting. I've tried to keep up and move him as much as I could but it seems I cannot push a wall that refuses to be moved.
I don't think I'll be able to read what the other Ernests will write. Maybe its time I withdraw altogether from MK.
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[09 Jan 2003|05:28am] |
need the info ^_^
The Rudari are a tribe of nomads that roamed the land. It was said that they were cousins to those of the Incendium race, the fire-wielders. In truth they seemed to be; possessing the volatile nature inherent in those of the element - Quick to anger, burning with the hot temper of a forge at noon, passionate, quick-witted, brash...
Religion has never played a big part in their lives, they are more attenuated with nature. As they say, luck plays more part in their lives than any gods did. However, there is a myth being whispered about that the fire god had been the one who had exiled the Rudari from the lands of the fire-wielders and forced them to wander the earth, branding them as exiles by the tattooes on the left side of their forehead, complicated patterns that ended with a tear near the edge of the eye. Whatever myth it came from, these tattooes became an integral part of their lives, each child being given one as soon as they reached the ritual age of 17.
They are an eclectic mix of crafters, dancers, singers, fortune-tellers and magic wielders that earn their living by selling what they make and entertaining people with their skills. Fiercely loyal to the clan they belong to and very protective of each other.
Most have never learned to read or write, living the harsh way that they did, they concentrated more on survival, defending themselves and living off the land, acquiring practical knowledge. An occasional scholar is known to surface but they are rare and usually occupy a position in the clan council.
A clan council consists of the clan chief, his advisers and the medicine man. All given the postion after proving themselves worthy through a series of trials given to candidates.
There are 3 known Rudari clans that wander the land: The Bashalde, the Lovari, and the Xoraxai.
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[08 Jan 2003|03:28am] |
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I don't need one and I probably really shouldn't have another one but its alll HER fault XD
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