I DESERVE FLIGHT | open, 100th post

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    He knew he was quite old- he knew he wouldn't last long in what seemed to be a constant war game, others hunting others for the stake of fun or in revenge from old blood spilled. It seemed so dark at first glance, as nothing but void and emptiness was what his eyes could provide. Crosseyes, they called him. General, they called him. Many many years ago, he was known for his sight. He was known for his greatness to see far and clear, his judgement never clouded and fate's past clear to him.


    It's been many years since then, and now he could barely defend himself from his own students. He had thought so highly of himself all those years ago- he never figured he would have to deal with this. He never figured he would be assulted, attacked, hunted like prey. That wasn't the reason he had broken his most sacred promise to himself and joined a clan- he had been drawn here. Something in the air told him that if he died, he wouldn't have to wait for a witch doctor to help his soul recover.


    Something about this place was unclear to him- he could see so clearly everywhere else, but something drew him here. Totally not because this was where his roleplayer first started roleplaying on WCRPG two years ago, nope. Something that he sensed, but could not tell. He, being the curious stranger he was, had joined and was now trying to find out just was up with this place. The scratch on his shoulder still patched up, the elder was laying on a rock with his gaze going into the far distance. He was clearly thinking about something.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 22pt; letter-spacing: -1px; float: left; WIDTH: 145PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Sweetkit T.[/fancypost][b] member - general tags - bodies tags - [abbr=elemental powers, flower prints; memory manipulation; super senses]powers tags[/abbr] - other tags[hr][size=10][font=timesnewroman]"How are you feeling, ser?" Her voice a soft sigh. Sweetkit recalled being present in the aftermath of Fadedhistory's assault and later being present when he visited the Medics. The elder had been through rough times. "Do you need anything?" she offered politely, walking over to stand at his side. Good manners had been instilled in Sweetkit from an early age and those lessons included caring for the elderly and injured - both of which applied to Fadedhistory at the moment.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 315px; height: inherent; padding: 4px 5px 10px 5px; text-align: left; font: 8.6pt/12px book antiqua] The female flicked her ears carefully and grinned, "Hello there, old one." The she-line purred carefully and lashed her tail lightly. She approached cautiously, being a young leopardess had it's perks. From the way the old guy appeared she new that his eyesight was probably failing him around now. So she was sure to announce herself.[/fancypost]
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