WhatsBroknAlice
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ooc: Open to anyone who wants to see where it could go. I'm willing to take this one in almost any direction right now. So all character types and ideas are more than welcome to PM or jump right in if you feel comfortable.
There were so many names for them. She knew they all meant to say , they meant to name what she was. In her years, at least the ones she recalled..No name had ever fit...
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"Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us. And at the same time, things that will never die. Who teaches us whats real, and how to laugh at lies. Who decides why we live, and what we’ll die to defend. Who trains us, and who holds the key to set us free. It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight! "
She liked the way that sounded, She mused at the person who had perhaps first placed those words together that way. "How long have I been sitting here?..." The woman finally asked herself realizing it may have been moments or hours or even days. She had no concept of how long she had been sitting on the beach. Her hair was wet and smelled of salt, and her skin felt dry. "Awhile..." She whispered to the waves.
She had failed with what her purpose here had been. All in her mission had been lost. There were creatures, energies, beings...they would torment her, mock her, find her...many would want revenge.
She allowed her hand to move to her back and she let her fingers touch the gnarled scars that she knew to be where her soul's flight had come and gone.
They would come, she accepted this. The demons and beings who she had called enemy for longer than she could knew to recall of time, They would love to see her now.
She was thankful they could not...for now, grieving was acceptable.
There were so many names for them. She knew they all meant to say , they meant to name what she was. In her years, at least the ones she recalled..No name had ever fit...
http://i52.tinypic.com/w18fus.jpg
"Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us. And at the same time, things that will never die. Who teaches us whats real, and how to laugh at lies. Who decides why we live, and what we’ll die to defend. Who trains us, and who holds the key to set us free. It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight! "
She liked the way that sounded, She mused at the person who had perhaps first placed those words together that way. "How long have I been sitting here?..." The woman finally asked herself realizing it may have been moments or hours or even days. She had no concept of how long she had been sitting on the beach. Her hair was wet and smelled of salt, and her skin felt dry. "Awhile..." She whispered to the waves.
She had failed with what her purpose here had been. All in her mission had been lost. There were creatures, energies, beings...they would torment her, mock her, find her...many would want revenge.
She allowed her hand to move to her back and she let her fingers touch the gnarled scars that she knew to be where her soul's flight had come and gone.
They would come, she accepted this. The demons and beings who she had called enemy for longer than she could knew to recall of time, They would love to see her now.
She was thankful they could not...for now, grieving was acceptable.