
10-28-2009, 07:48 PM
Sleeping heavily in dreamy, drifting weather she found it eaiser to die each time and revive soon after. No one ever touched the dead.
She had spent her life alone, no one to bother- except herself. No one to harm- except the nature around her.
A hand touched her face, she jerked hard- almost like lightning striking stone. She suppressed long hidden powers, sparing the hands- owner a cruelly radiant death- but not a sore backside. She repelled him into an assortment of gravel, yet he never hit the ground.
He smiled as he floated, from sitting position to his feet,
"Yes, you are the one I've been following," his voice boomed gently like boulders falling from a mountainside. Slowly he extended a often pen used hand, "You have very unique talents. Yours is a company I would enjoy."
She stared at this opal eyed man, unsure of his words and his unnerving kindness. Kindness never came with faces- beings like him, or at least those who looked like him, were never kind. Always throwing stones, shouting swears, and casting strange things at her.
He continued, his wide, white toothed smile, never fading once, "You see we're similar- you and I."
Waving a winter gloved hand stones lifted off the ground and began to rotate around one another in mid air.
"There are very few with our talents and it is best if we stick together-" a dreamy looked flowed suddenly and harshly into his eyes, "- as not to be alone."
She looked around at this small glade she had made her own with trinkets and collected objects from abandoned mines and burned homes. She looked at him, not knowing her expressions or gestures- she swung her arms wide as if to show him,
'This is my home.'
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and then my brain died? help!!!!! any suggestions?!
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