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:: he was as usual in trouble, but what was new really.....he was running from yet another angry mob, this seemed to be becoming a pattern in the later years of his life...he turned and began running backwards, they could never catch him but he liked to antagonize a crowd so :: "It was only 3 people, barely a snack, I don't really see what the problem is, you probably never like them anyway! Hey you, yeah you in the brown potato sack looking shirt, didn't the red head owe you some money! See I did you a favor she never would have paid you back! :: a pitchfork came flying by his head and he swerved to his left :: "Now that was uncalled for, I mean honestly what if that had hit me? I could have lost an eye! Bloody wankers! And honestly burning torches, it's 1 in the afternoon, isn't that a bit much? :: he turned and jogged keeping a bit ahead of them and then ran through someones front door...he emerged out the back a piece of ladies underwear on his head...he turns back half blinded to see the crowd part and move around the house after him...he tosses the underwear off his head at the man in the potato sack and yells back :: And to think, I was going to stay for dinner!! |
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| | From:  ∑ndari | Sent: 8/7/2005 8:48 PM |
Endari walked slowly through the forest. She'd had to go through New Hope for a few things for her nieces, and passed through without a hitch. She heard the upcry from the townspeople and tilted her head slightly. Gracefully she leapt into a tree, crouching low on a branch and waited, motionless. When she saw her brother pass beneath her, her lips twitched and she grasped the back of his shirt, jerking him into the tree with her. She spoke into his mind, putting him immediately at ease. ~Some things never change, big bro.~ Her silent laughter filled his mind and she bounded into another tree, hopping toward the Inn that they had called home for so long. |
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:: he flies through the woods the towns folk behind him all the time talking to himself :: Why is it that most days start out like this? I mean whatever happend to getting out of your coffin eating a few peasents and no one cared, I mean really they're only peasents, but no, now they're real people too, what a load of crap :: a pitchfork flies by his head and suddenly he's lifted into a tree and lands on a branch beside his sister...he calmly listens to her and watches her bound away :: Like I didnt know that! :: he hears an axe hitting the tree and looks down seeing the townsfolk chopping it down :: you know some days it's just not worth rolling out of the crypt :: he leaps into a near by tree and heads for the inn, but yells back one last time :: All your mothers were hairy toads! |
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