12-30-2008, 06:01 PM
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The age in his bones was the same length of time that belonged to his father. In many ways they were parallels, however opposite Ahren wanted them to be. His blonde hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring what was left of his vision, and he shut his left eye against the strands of black and gold. “Your grandmother dyed her fur green,” he said automatically. That much he could remember from what Damian told him. She had been gray to him, but apparently the color was remarkable. “She liked exploring. She was very friendly.”
He paused, took a drag on the cigarette, and then coughed again. “Rurik drank a lot. He was always smiling when I saw him, though.” Long before Ahren and Inferni had crossed paths, long before the smiles stopped. “Do you now what happened with them?”
The age in his bones was the same length of time that belonged to his father. In many ways they were parallels, however opposite Ahren wanted them to be. His blonde hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring what was left of his vision, and he shut his left eye against the strands of black and gold. “Your grandmother dyed her fur green,” he said automatically. That much he could remember from what Damian told him. She had been gray to him, but apparently the color was remarkable. “She liked exploring. She was very friendly.”
He paused, took a drag on the cigarette, and then coughed again. “Rurik drank a lot. He was always smiling when I saw him, though.” Long before Ahren and Inferni had crossed paths, long before the smiles stopped. “Do you now what happened with them?”