12-04-2007, 04:03 PM
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indent Ahren was not blind to the truth of Laruku’s condition—he had been aware of it the moment his old friend walked into sight, sneering and spitting. They had spoken on the matter, albeit it briefly. The thing that controlled him was a monster, this could not be denied. Nor, he supposed, could the fact they were one and the same. It was understandable, from Ahren’s point of view—mostly because he suffered from blackouts as well—and was aware of a second darker force within his body. Only one woman knew the truth of that monster, and she was a million miles away.
indent Her response made Ahren smirk slightly. She sounded like her mother, full of spitfire (though not quite as vicious as the sort Kaena carried) and suspicious of the world. “My name is Ahren,” he said, flicking ash from the cherry-red part of the tobacco. There was no commentary on her response, since the concept of time didn’t matter much. They were not creatures bound by such trivial concepts. “Who are you?”
indent Ahren was not blind to the truth of Laruku’s condition—he had been aware of it the moment his old friend walked into sight, sneering and spitting. They had spoken on the matter, albeit it briefly. The thing that controlled him was a monster, this could not be denied. Nor, he supposed, could the fact they were one and the same. It was understandable, from Ahren’s point of view—mostly because he suffered from blackouts as well—and was aware of a second darker force within his body. Only one woman knew the truth of that monster, and she was a million miles away.
indent Her response made Ahren smirk slightly. She sounded like her mother, full of spitfire (though not quite as vicious as the sort Kaena carried) and suspicious of the world. “My name is Ahren,” he said, flicking ash from the cherry-red part of the tobacco. There was no commentary on her response, since the concept of time didn’t matter much. They were not creatures bound by such trivial concepts. “Who are you?”