http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... bottom.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> I'm so sorry. x.x This stranger was a dark-furred beast, with eyes that somewhat glowed and jumped out at him. His voice was an eerie one, monotone and unmoving, lacking any sort of fluctuation whatsoever and thus masking any hidden emotions or intentions beneath the surface. They said the eyes were the key to the soul--and thus Nikolai's attention was held there, the skeptical, Russian-born brute always poised for anything coming his way. That didn't include ghosts, of course, because Nikolai didn't much care for spooks and ghouls. Did he really believe in them? Well, he tried to tell himself he didn't, but the little ghost-boy that had followed his brother Luka for a majority of their time together as children spoke otherwise. To that day, the Russian was still unsure whether or not his brother had been serious or simply going crazy. It posed a challenge, anyway, and Nikolai liked challenges.
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