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Posted by Kratos; on January 22, 2009, 7:14 pm, in reply to "thread;" K R A T O S
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All Kratos wanted to do was go on a walk with his father and ask him how the hell they were going to keep Solira from going to hell in a handbasket, and they came to the place on the rocky cliff where a big rift had broken in the side, fifteen feet across plunging straight down into rocky, swirling, inevitable death below. Alshain, of course, had been possessed by that inexorable need to show off. He took off, jumped the chasm, and then gleefully beseeched Kratos to follow him.
Thus why Kratos is presently wandering, alone, away from the chasm, in a worse mood than usual.
He’s too annoyed, even, to adopt his usual pastime of practicing fighting moves on the beach – instead, he saunters, kicking up the mounds of sand that stood higher than the rest along the beach, his expression one of profound surliness.
In any case, he soon finds that he’s not alone.
He stops. Now, occasionally, Kratos will be decent. He has said hello to strangers in the past. Usually he gives them stoic nods. More often he ignores them entirely. But here’s some stranger that Kratos doesn’t know from Adam, in his way, and Kratos isn’t really in the mood to deviate his path right now.
So he stops, and cocks an eyebrow. “What?” he demands, rather belligerently, beneath a fringe of long black forelock that shadows his frigid, beautiful dark raptor-eyes.
Kratos could single-handedly disprove karma – he should be an ugly dick. Instead, he’s a very attractive dick.
Fighting does that to you.
SOULJA BOY, TELL’EM
AIR III
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