11-11-2009, 10:44 AM
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I'm Drowning Like a Fish in the Sea Vukasin started up into the sky itself. The clouds all were of the small, fluffy sort, skittering about as though they were late for some flighty affair, yet in no real hurry to get there. Behind them, the sky was dimming from a bold, opaque cornflower, to a deep, transparent indigo, and the small pinpricks of the stars shone clear through. He inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, and exhaled. "I d'know what you're talkin' about..." he muttered, scowling up at one particularly bright star. It might have been the North Star, or whatever, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about anything. He didn't know what month it was, what day. He didn't know what was wrong with him, why he did nothing to stop it. Why he didn't want to stop it. But he did remember what had started it.
He'd been in Halifax, exploring, sight-seeing. He never got tired of it. All of the dark, crumbling buildings; they were intriguing. He loved to just sit there and imagine how the humans might have built them, just like in the book he read, when the humans puzzled over how their ancestors had built the huge Pyramids. He had decided then that he would see those pyramids some day, but he didn’t know when. He’d been studying a crumbling statue, admiring really, when he’d heard a voice. Someone was arguing with himself, as though he were lost. It was a familiar voice. Vukasin had climbed to his paws, slowly, silently, and set out up the street, where he’d heard it. Upon rounding a corner, he had seen a ghost from his past. All black, with yellow eyes. Or, at least, he thought they were yellow. He was bigger than before,and there were dyed markings that were not there before, but… Upon seeing the specter, he’d turned and ran.
Sora was dead... Wasn’t he?
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.:OOC:.
*dances*
*dances*
I'm Drowning Like a Fish in the Sea Vukasin started up into the sky itself. The clouds all were of the small, fluffy sort, skittering about as though they were late for some flighty affair, yet in no real hurry to get there. Behind them, the sky was dimming from a bold, opaque cornflower, to a deep, transparent indigo, and the small pinpricks of the stars shone clear through. He inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, and exhaled. "I d'know what you're talkin' about..." he muttered, scowling up at one particularly bright star. It might have been the North Star, or whatever, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about anything. He didn't know what month it was, what day. He didn't know what was wrong with him, why he did nothing to stop it. Why he didn't want to stop it. But he did remember what had started it.
He'd been in Halifax, exploring, sight-seeing. He never got tired of it. All of the dark, crumbling buildings; they were intriguing. He loved to just sit there and imagine how the humans might have built them, just like in the book he read, when the humans puzzled over how their ancestors had built the huge Pyramids. He had decided then that he would see those pyramids some day, but he didn’t know when. He’d been studying a crumbling statue, admiring really, when he’d heard a voice. Someone was arguing with himself, as though he were lost. It was a familiar voice. Vukasin had climbed to his paws, slowly, silently, and set out up the street, where he’d heard it. Upon rounding a corner, he had seen a ghost from his past. All black, with yellow eyes. Or, at least, he thought they were yellow. He was bigger than before,and there were dyed markings that were not there before, but… Upon seeing the specter, he’d turned and ran.
Sora was dead... Wasn’t he?