12-08-2007, 05:10 AM
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| Having discovered an interest in this grimy penitentiary when he had walked the island with the charming ivory Lykoi hybrid, Tamerlane returned on his own the following week to dig up some history on the place. Only a few minutes after treading the dead, frosty grass that surrounded the structure, he was already walking the dark corridors, light from the sky outside slanting in through the encrusted windows. Turning his grey-black eyes towards the thick metal of the prison bars, he scanned the corridor up ahead. It loomed on forever. As Tamerlane walked out of the shadows, he found himself approaching another male – rugged and well-built, like the building through which they both roamed. I wonder what the chances are, he mused, his voice soft enough to avoid a strident echo, of us both being ghosts of the prisoners that perished here. |