01-20-2011, 12:54 AM
|I am the Blur|
Thaddeus, surrendered himself to the mercy of his fighting instincts, pausing only to whisper a thanks to his many brothers and sisters. He opened his eyes, pointing the deadly arrow at the dummy's heart. As he pulled back on the string, he was reminded of how he had won his first battle against his brother, Quintus. A smirk on his face, the arrow flew, imbedding itself into the straw. Thaddeus wanted living beings to fight against; he longed for a moving target, for the steady pant and sweat from exhaustion.
These dummies were inadequate. He wanted something to hit, something to hit back. Thaddeus sighed. He wanted to fight.
Another urge tore at him, though. The need for speed. He wanted to run, to feel the earth underneath his sandels, to run and never stop. But he wanted the voice of a human companion more.
|Catch me if you can|
Last edited by Emmery; 01-20-2011 at 12:58 AM..
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