09-23-2009, 01:24 PM
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-feels like she's dying.- ;; stupid cold.
@#$%&It had taken a little bit, but Anselm was beginning to realise what was so "off" about Razekiel--the way he spoke of the earth suggested something godlike and divine, hinting that the planet was more than just a provider of the air they breathed, the water they drank, and the food they consumed. Indeed, he now saw many parallels between the way the coyote spoke of the earth and others spoke of imaginary, omnipotent beings. Immediately he was puzzled by it. The planet was something concrete and real--he could feel the ground beneath his feet and the cool breeze against his fur, so in that sense Raze's belief system didn't seem as abstract as others he had encountered before. He couldn't decide if this seemed more logical or if it was more disconcerting because one could be so tempted to think it logical.
@#$%&"We've all got our own paths to take," he concluded easily, though the statement was extremely vague. Anselm didn't believe anything else crafted their destiny, but if anyone else wanted to think that way he couldn't do much to stop them. He'd never even realised how strongly Gabriel subscribed to his god, but of all the vices a clan member could have he didn't think this one was major enough to warrant any further thought or fuss. Beyond that, he was now growing pleasantly distracted by the docile tunes the masked man produced from the guitar. "That is simply fantastic," he exclaimed, gesticulating toward the instrument as his tail swung behind him with the beat. He'd seen instruments littered around the cities before, but he'd never heard one actually played.
@#$%&It didn't take much longer for Kaena to find them, and he lifted a hand lazily in greeting as he exhaled another lungful of smoke from the dwindling joint. The matron addressed her son and he remained silent, flicking a bit of ash off the end of the joint before holding it out to the second-in-command. He wasn't sure if Kaena would approve or be interested at all, though after their night playing cards with the guys he suspected she might.
@#$%&"We've all got our own paths to take," he concluded easily, though the statement was extremely vague. Anselm didn't believe anything else crafted their destiny, but if anyone else wanted to think that way he couldn't do much to stop them. He'd never even realised how strongly Gabriel subscribed to his god, but of all the vices a clan member could have he didn't think this one was major enough to warrant any further thought or fuss. Beyond that, he was now growing pleasantly distracted by the docile tunes the masked man produced from the guitar. "That is simply fantastic," he exclaimed, gesticulating toward the instrument as his tail swung behind him with the beat. He'd seen instruments littered around the cities before, but he'd never heard one actually played.
@#$%&It didn't take much longer for Kaena to find them, and he lifted a hand lazily in greeting as he exhaled another lungful of smoke from the dwindling joint. The matron addressed her son and he remained silent, flicking a bit of ash off the end of the joint before holding it out to the second-in-command. He wasn't sure if Kaena would approve or be interested at all, though after their night playing cards with the guys he suspected she might.