12-25-2009, 03:23 PM
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table by alli
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It became commonplace, in the face of terrible evils, to let go of the terror and pain and replace it with fury. Gabriel himself did so—no longer did he wake in the nights, screaming, petrified by the bloody visions. Baneesh was long dead and slowly fading from his conscious; this did not mean, of course, he did not remember. Some nights, when he was left alone with his thoughts, the memory would come back. A ghost of some sort, perhaps, reminding him exactly why he had chosen to stand by Inferni and not his father’s blood.
The distance in his eyes faded, focusing again on the girl. She wasn’t much younger then his children. Still, though, he could not shake that darkness from her figure. It clung to her fur like dew, a subtle and soft aura that reminded him of his daughter after the war, his son after he had regained consciousness and the wounds on his face healed. Something traumatic and horrible had come to her. It was as obvious to him as the mark on her chest, which carried a power as well as a curse.
“I can’t help you much with the swords,” he admitted, having limited experience with them. “But if you’d like to practice I know a little about using a spear. It might give you an idea of what to expect from armed combat.”
The distance in his eyes faded, focusing again on the girl. She wasn’t much younger then his children. Still, though, he could not shake that darkness from her figure. It clung to her fur like dew, a subtle and soft aura that reminded him of his daughter after the war, his son after he had regained consciousness and the wounds on his face healed. Something traumatic and horrible had come to her. It was as obvious to him as the mark on her chest, which carried a power as well as a curse.
“I can’t help you much with the swords,” he admitted, having limited experience with them. “But if you’d like to practice I know a little about using a spear. It might give you an idea of what to expect from armed combat.”
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