
Posted by micah; on January 30, 2009, 12:55 am, in reply to "--the shotgun message;"
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He can feel the uncertainty of his mind, and he knows he can’t tell him.
Not yet, but maybe one day.
But being young is blissful, and it is something he will not take away, with talk of death and such. So for now he forgets it, for now he lets it go, and even if they don’t mean anything to him now, eventually they will. Because even he does not know if this boy was really a product of any of them.
Pity really, Micah is curious, and the thoughts frustrate him, although Xanda cannot tell, he is calm, and collected. As he always will be, and always will remain. The fates have nothing allined for him.
Not yet anyways.
He chuckles though. It has been a time since he had seen Yehl, he had just recently met Formaldehyde and he had to say it, he liked him. Even his pesky bird. “Yes I do he is here somewhere.“ He looks around but only for a moment as a hears Nimir-raj grumble inside his mind. Knowing he has been beckoned.
And through the trees the dark silhouette comes. The black Leopard leaps beside Micah. A toothie smile appears across his lips. “This is Nimir--raj, my familiar, my friend and companion.“
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;
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