12-27-2007, 01:32 PM
[html]
Private, Alarice. Dated 12/20
indent The dreams were becoming more frequent. He could not remember when they began again, or why. He could not remember coming here, and above all, that filled him with incredible dread. It was a terrible thing because he was aware, though only secondarily, of what occurred during his blackouts. Through dreams he was made to understand, to recall things he could not. Faceless men, laying dead in European alleyways, a young woman who had walked into a fate worse then death, a thousand other things he could not face because they would break him. Ahren de le Poer, who was nearly halfway through his third year, knew himself well enough to understand his limit. There was a fine line before he wound up broken. A fine line before he wound up like Laruku.
indent He trailed along the cracked streets, ruined cars and homes passing by the wayside. It was amazing to him that humans had once lived here…and perhaps more amazing, the fact that it had been recently. The signs were all around, for while the base had been military based, they were not armed guards who had come. Horse tracks, campfire ruins, the fresh metal and smaller signs that spoke to him. Crouched low to the ground, turning a bullet casing over in his fingers, the blonde male who was perhaps more human then he would fully admit (carrying his crossbow, knife and belt-pack) found himself wondering if his father felt anything the day he put the bullet through her skull.
indent The dreams were becoming more frequent. He could not remember when they began again, or why. He could not remember coming here, and above all, that filled him with incredible dread. It was a terrible thing because he was aware, though only secondarily, of what occurred during his blackouts. Through dreams he was made to understand, to recall things he could not. Faceless men, laying dead in European alleyways, a young woman who had walked into a fate worse then death, a thousand other things he could not face because they would break him. Ahren de le Poer, who was nearly halfway through his third year, knew himself well enough to understand his limit. There was a fine line before he wound up broken. A fine line before he wound up like Laruku.
indent He trailed along the cracked streets, ruined cars and homes passing by the wayside. It was amazing to him that humans had once lived here…and perhaps more amazing, the fact that it had been recently. The signs were all around, for while the base had been military based, they were not armed guards who had come. Horse tracks, campfire ruins, the fresh metal and smaller signs that spoke to him. Crouched low to the ground, turning a bullet casing over in his fingers, the blonde male who was perhaps more human then he would fully admit (carrying his crossbow, knife and belt-pack) found himself wondering if his father felt anything the day he put the bullet through her skull.