Break Stuff
08-24-2014, 07:29 PM
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...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... It wasn't that Forsaken hadn't noticed her present. No. He deliberately ignored it. The woman following him wasn't one he knew, nor seemed to have any business with him. At least that was what Forsaken thought until she spoke. Her voice spoke in a soft tone, her shadow over him, but the boy was unafraid. He would turn, gazing at her with golden orbs. "Are you the one who was going to kill me, woman?"[/color] The boy's words held no respect at all. To him this woman was just another worthless stranger... someone of no importance to him, or his family. Well... what was once his family. His look would challenge her, despite his size, his age, his lack of experience. He didn't even fear death. Ears would flick back, body not shifting another inch. Body held a position far too bold for what he was... in the end he was nothing yet. But Forsaken believed that if it was willed by the divine he lived long enough who would be something. What that would be, well, time would only tell, wouldn't it? |
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