09-29-2008, 12:06 PM
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The building had appeared like a ghost in the fog, a strange and out of place thing. Ahren had been oblivious to its presence, right up until the time an unfamiliar scent wafted over the autumn breeze. The blonde turned both of his eyes up, one unseeing, the other seeing nothing but black and white and varying shades of gray and red, and put both ears forward. Words came soon after, and while they were familiar, they were also different. A dialect, an accent, something.
“Quelque chose comme il. Vous sonore different.” Advancing, the blonde cocked his head to the side and a chunk of thick, messy hair tumbled into his face. “Où êtes-vous?”
The building had appeared like a ghost in the fog, a strange and out of place thing. Ahren had been oblivious to its presence, right up until the time an unfamiliar scent wafted over the autumn breeze. The blonde turned both of his eyes up, one unseeing, the other seeing nothing but black and white and varying shades of gray and red, and put both ears forward. Words came soon after, and while they were familiar, they were also different. A dialect, an accent, something.
“Quelque chose comme il. Vous sonore different.” Advancing, the blonde cocked his head to the side and a chunk of thick, messy hair tumbled into his face. “Où êtes-vous?”