The fog rolling in...
Dec 31, 2008 2:19:40 GMT -7
Post by [Kasumi || Michi] on Dec 31, 2008 2:19:40 GMT -7
[Entrance.]
[The dreams begin to haunt me...]
He had not given the girl a single second thought, if she wanted to make a difference, do something other than waste oxygen, she would find him in snow. His pace had quickened, not intentionally, he just walked faster the more he thought to himself. All he had on his mind was the dream he had the other night, was it real? Impossible, he thought to himself in a harsh tone. Dreams do not determine life and death, they had not in the past, and would not start now.
Besides, now was not the time for arguing with ones self, it was time for staying alert. He would have to keep focused until reaching the dock and leaving on the boat. He needed to make sure that he was not to be followed, even by that girl, for perhaps she was being followed. He would not once stop to rest, nor to drink, nor for any other reason unless attacked until he might reach his destination. He could rest on the boat ride, if even then his mind would be still for a moment, though it was doubtful...
and so, two hours would pass...
He had arrived at the docks, and of course was given strange looks. He would not be given any special treatment here, as he had removed his headband and tucked it away on the travel. No, he was no more a friend nor than a enemy to the likes of these, and he liked it that way. After finding himself a boat and someone to get him across, he would set down for a change. He would not get used to this relaxation, as it may not come across his path again. He let out a small sigh as the boat began to drift, taking one look at his rower, he would close his eyes and meditate, this ride might take a while...
Besides, now was not the time for arguing with ones self, it was time for staying alert. He would have to keep focused until reaching the dock and leaving on the boat. He needed to make sure that he was not to be followed, even by that girl, for perhaps she was being followed. He would not once stop to rest, nor to drink, nor for any other reason unless attacked until he might reach his destination. He could rest on the boat ride, if even then his mind would be still for a moment, though it was doubtful...
and so, two hours would pass...
He had arrived at the docks, and of course was given strange looks. He would not be given any special treatment here, as he had removed his headband and tucked it away on the travel. No, he was no more a friend nor than a enemy to the likes of these, and he liked it that way. After finding himself a boat and someone to get him across, he would set down for a change. He would not get used to this relaxation, as it may not come across his path again. He let out a small sigh as the boat began to drift, taking one look at his rower, he would close his eyes and meditate, this ride might take a while...
[When his eyes closed, he saw a abyss...]