01-13-2008, 04:15 AM
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Do you fear death?
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Location: Turn around. Slowly.
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Re: The Most Dangerous Game ~ [Tacheon Alexander Black]
The trees whipped past Tacheon like, well, whips. As he sprinted across the terrain, the branches and vines left gashes and scrapes all along his torso, but not for long. Soon, as with all things, the wounds wove and stitched themselves as good as new, as though they were never there.
The thing from which Tacheon Alexander Black now fled was nameless, although it needed none. It wasn't some strange beast, some toxic vapor, or some natural disaster or any other sorts. It was shame. As if by running away from (and at the same time toward?) his problems he could just as easily solve them. Betrayal can be the bet option at the time, but it will scar you for eternity.
And then the trees grew thicker. And darker.
Last edited by Mr. Tabbles; 01-28-2008 at 09:08 PM.
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