When We Re-Unite The Ground Is Mended

N/A · 09-02-2013, 02:28 PM

Rakshra

Re-turning to the place where this dark demon felt most at home, she enjoyedher walk through the blood-stained air and ground of the battlefield. She could smell the flesh rotting of the fallen and could see the empty carcasses of the unfortunate ones who had been devoured. Seeing this, an old friend came to mind. She couldn't completely recall his name or voice, but she remembered his name. This is where they had first met as well. His name, was Abbadon.

Surely Abbadon no longer had the desire to return to this place most would think of as retched? No matter they're thoughts, Rakshra loved this place. This place she thought of as her sanctuary. Of course, you'd have to be careful when strolling through it for the fact it was easy to be attacked by a completely random stranger at completely random times.

Laying down in an hidden shadow, Rakshra watched the battlefield. She wasn't sure if she and Abbadon would ever encounter again, but she hoped so. The weirdness, craziness and creepiness of her once found acquaintance would not leave her mind, for she liked it and would re-live it every day if she could.

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