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Post by B on Apr 23, 2006 21:49:30 GMT -5
Damon caught his strength back and looked at her. "Perhaps you should see further details before rushing head first." He said then pointed his sword at her. "Are you some kind of Shinning Samurai? You fight well.." He complimented. Though he wasn't even hurt, she was actually able to lay some kind of hits on him. To Damon this was good.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 23, 2006 23:46:26 GMT -5
" You killed them, didn't you?" he quietly asked the man in armour. The one who was tainted of a black aura. He wasn't exactly accusing Damon but he wasn't letting him off either. The boy looking up now, his face stained by salty tears. " Why couldn't you, that man and woman just have killed me ten years ago!" shouted Zhao to Damon. " Why did I have to live?" he questioned him, but the young boy's voice was faltering into a low pitch.
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Post by V on Apr 23, 2006 23:51:13 GMT -5
Seong scoffed. "Don't confuse me with something as low as those Japanese dogs." She snapped illy. The polearm was grasped by two hands once more. She was still on the ground in a sitting position though, afraid to move because of the man's sword. She flet she out stiking range, but the fact that it could make a fire wall made her stop and think.
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Post by B on Apr 23, 2006 23:58:44 GMT -5
Damon listened to the boy and the flames stopped. Damon then removed the sword from the girls face and sheathed it. "Go home and train, we'll finish this meaningless quarrel later.." He said then walked up to the boy. "I've killed many people in my miserable life, but not without a reason. If I did in fact kill your parents, they must've done something that was harmful or too brave for my taste." He said truthfully. Damon was feeling merciful today. The reason he did kill the Shinning Samurai was because not only would he have refused to surrender, but also he would have come back for revenge. "Lets get going before more bloodshed stains this forest."
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Post by solavalance on Apr 24, 2006 0:10:46 GMT -5
"Do you honestly beleive your own lies? An entire village destroyed. They lived away from the empire, they were dancers, artists and singers. What could they have done?!" he demanded. His eyes were begining to red, his voice crackling now. He was becoming emotional. " Do you know how lonely I am because of you! I have these dreams..... all about you. I could always see your face clearly, you haven't changed. WHY ME!?" Zhao demanded one last time before dropping to his knees. His shoulders sagging, his hair covering the upper half of his face.
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Post by B on Apr 24, 2006 0:26:15 GMT -5
"Welcome to my life. Though here's the thing. At least you've had someone to care about, and to care about you. If I have to suffer day and night with people trying to kill me for random reasons, then why not make everyone else suffer!?" He said growing into a heartless anger. "Why not let others feel the pain I've felt from day one of my useless life of murders!?" He then stopped and calmed himself again. "For now, you're mine. If I let you go later, then train, I'll be waiting, it wont be any different from any other day."
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Post by solavalance on Apr 24, 2006 0:38:09 GMT -5
Eva knelt down by the small boy, he was shivering. " Let's take him home. Give him a proper cleaning" she told Damon. She mothered him, it was a second instinct. She pull him in to her, letting Zhao's head use her breast as a pillow. It was maybe five minutes bewfore she stood the child up, holding his hand. Soothing him into a calm state. " Come now Damon, were all tired. A good soak and a nice sleep might do us all some good" she said aloud.
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Post by B on Apr 24, 2006 1:08:12 GMT -5
Damon went quiet and only nodded as he began walking, keeping distant from the boy. Not out of fear of dying, but fear that he will succumb to the light. Damon hated light, he also hates how he will be a Shinning Samurai soon. Perhaps there is a way to stop that, but he was already changing to human. Once their twenty-fifth birthday comes they stay humans for a whole three months before they begin to grow new powers. Damon hated the thought. The problem with being a human, was that they wouldn't know how to decide for themselves since their evil or good decided for them for most their lives. Then when they get how to decide for themselves, that privelage is taken away as a whole new life of shackles come.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 24, 2006 1:34:13 GMT -5
Their home was off in the distance, the orange and pink hued sky outlined the sitting manor. It was large, not a palace but it seemed to be just as large as the slave market. Well smaller but to Zhao it was..... huge. " Where will I sleep?" he asked Eva in a whispering voice. She stopped for only a moment and continued walking. " Honestly I do not know, Damon does not have quarters for guests nor for slaves.... I shall ask him soon enough. The servant quarters are in another stone building in the back" she answered back to Zhao. ' So.... I might either sleep in the same room with Eva or..." the alternate thought caused the boy to flush.
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Post by B on Apr 25, 2006 1:16:29 GMT -5
Damon only shook his head as he entered the place and ascended the small staircase up into his room. Things were quiet near this manor. Nothing but slayers would come here. It wasn't exactly spooky, but it did have it's attractions of spiritual energy. Only Damon could feel them as they passed by him, scorn his name and cry about the life he had taken away.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 30, 2006 1:56:24 GMT -5
" Damon.... where shall the boy sleep? He has no room as of yet and mine is already being used" she said in a hushed tone of voice. Zhao just ignored his surroundings and the conversation about him. Eva and Damon were caught up while he walked to the back and through two grand doors. Out into garden court yard.
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Post by B on May 2, 2006 0:39:14 GMT -5
"Get a couple of bays of hay, and lay a blanket over it. Put him in the old jail chamber." He said with little interest as he walked outside and leaned against the stone walls and watched Zhao. Damon didn't know what to think of this boy. Damon knew Zhao hated him, but Damon thought that was a good thing. The boys words about Damon killing his parents rung through his head. 'I dont remember.." He knew alot of faces, but none of the faces looked like that boy's parents. Was it long ago, or was it blanked out of his mind. Damon was good at remembering, but he just cannot remember the truth. Maybe Eva would remember, she's been with Damon for a long while, even if she was free. Though Damon acted as if he hated her company, he was happy to have someone who wont scream or attack him.
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Post by solavalance on May 3, 2006 22:39:27 GMT -5
He stood still in the middle of the center. A large sakura blossom tree letting it's petals float about the gentle caressing breezes. " Beauty is in the eye of its beholder. I wonder if Damon or Eva made this place?" he asked himself. The golden sunlight refracting off of his hair, causing it too look like cinnamon glass. His green eyes were..... different.
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Post by B on May 3, 2006 22:50:21 GMT -5
"...What did your parents look like?" Damon spoke up as his yellow eyes wandered from tree to tree. He wondered if he really did kill his parents, it's more than possible. Anyone years ago would be fools to test Damon's temper, he's grown softer since that time. He still hates most things, but he's beginning to feel a somewhat remorse. He should be feeling almost just like a human, but something's been persuaded him to continue evil.
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Post by solavalance on May 3, 2006 22:58:17 GMT -5
The young boy turned around and gave Damon a smile sown with deep sorrow. " My mother.... had long silvery hair and the most dazzling green eyes. She was as tall as I am now. She was fairly young when she had me. My father was taller then my mother by alot more, he had jet black hair and honey coloured eyes. The entire village said that my mother was from the most northern area. And she was once a Shugenja and my father was a Wu Jen" he answered back to the man.
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