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- Asphyxia Holocaust - 05-30-2008 [html]
- Ahren de le Poer - 05-30-2008 [html] THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED ______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED ______________THAT I'VE DROPPED _____ Ahren had meditated before. His breed had been much different—the sluggish breath that came with heroine, the focus on a game of pool, the times he had sat above the abandoned freeway and trailed strangers with the crossbow. He did not meditate to find serenity, and was never quite conscious of the change. It was a quiet thing that made his vision narrow and left it on one object alone. Sometimes, truly, that was all he needed. Other times, though, he felt the crawling desire in his blood and knew it craved the terrible things he had left behind. _____ It had been a long time since he had seen anyone else. The trinity that his son and his best friend formed had evolved to the point they did not need to see each other. They lived as strangers, exploring the vast wilderness that had been claimed not so long ago. There had been the impulse to seek out others, but Ahren never acted on this. He would not survive in such a situation; his baser nature would seep in and he would seek domination. One foot passed another as he came upon the dark-coated female seated by the lake, going still. He did not intend to break her solitude. I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget [/html] - Asphyxia Holocaust - 05-30-2008 [html]
- Ahren de le Poer - 06-05-2008 [html] THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED ______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED ______________THAT I'VE DROPPED _____ The woman reminded him, for a brief moment, of Misery. She was aging, she was bitter, and she was only pretending to be at peace with the world. Her eyes were nearly the same shade as his, though Ahren’s eyes had changed much in the past four years. Now one was blind and the other older then he would like to admit. He did not advance into her space, choosing instead to remain in the half-shade of the tree-line. Instead, he drew a cigarette and struck flame, breathing in smoke. I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget [/html] - Asphyxia Holocaust - 06-08-2008 [html]
- Ahren de le Poer - 07-11-2008 [html] THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOVED ______THE THINGS THAT I'VE LOST THE THINGS I'VE HELD SACRED ______________THAT I'VE DROPPED _____ He exhaled, and looked at the soot-colored woman quietly. He knew her scent as Inferni, as he would have expected—she was a coyote, not an undersized wolf as he had previously guessed. “Does it matter to you?” He sounded apathetic, bitter, and yet in some small way concerned. Ahren had never known what to expect from people who reminded him all too much of older, long-gone ghosts. I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget [/html] - Asphyxia Holocaust - 07-20-2008 [html]
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