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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 12:21 pm
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There was a rhythm in the way the house seemed to move. The drips of water, the rustle of leaves in the wind outside, the clatter or stone on stone, the creak of old hinges, or worn wood. The house was at it’s core, a portal. A cross roads that was supposedly, neither doing harm nor good. At times the siren wondered why it existed, and, why it let people pass so easily. Was their some unseen force? An agenda behind the machinations of the house?
Israfel didn’t know. Part of him didn’t want to find out.
Still, the house was nice for one thing, and that was gathering his thoughts. Flying down a set of stairs, it was easy now to notice how the house changed. An open cavern, slightly damp, glowing moss illuminating the walls. It was nice in it’s own way. The moist air not hot and humid like the bog on some days. It also lack that mildew smell. This was more like the scent of earth and water. It felt safe.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 8:34 am
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 7:48 pm
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It was the voice that carried, signalling he was not alone. A beat of his wings, and the siren glided to the source. Or, at least near it. The white and gold was a familiar sigh, but the hunter itself was not. Not Gale, not Bix, not Sydney, not Madison. "You lost, or, just visiting for the sake of visiting? It's not always very safe here you know."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 6:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 10:13 pm
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