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Menelaus
Spartan Warrior Extraordinairé
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07-07-2015, 07:25 AM
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Originally Posted by Ava The Vampire
With that, Menelaus disappeared into a fog.
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*as the fog settled, Ava sat back lackadaisically on the bed, and fixed the ploughed cleat Menelaus had carved into her fro with his great callused hand. she pondered the wise old seer's final words, while the faint echo of laughter permeated the air. it wasn't quite loud enough to be heard, but its maniacal undertones crept over the young girl's skin with a melancholic fervor akin to the feeling one gets when being surreptitiously observed from afar. in his dark dank cave far far across the grey slate seas, Menelaus swirled his fine china teacup for the final time, and inspected the leaves once more. they had formed into the vague shape of a haggardly old Satyr dancing backward round a bent rusty maypole, and the old man immediately knew that summer would soon come to an end*
"oh, Ava, Ava, Ava. while tea is for two and two are for tea, hay is for horses but horses are not for thee." *the old man muttered through the grizzled whiskers of his unkempt beard, sternly shaking a crooked finger in the air as he did so. then he poured himself another cup of PG and adjusted the half-moon reading glasses wedged on the tip of his pockmarked nose, while eagerly turning the dog-eared pages of the Thorki magazine he'd pilfered from the young girl's bedside dresser*
Last edited by Menelaus; 07-07-2015 at 07:48 AM..
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