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Post by {Bio Hazard} on May 2, 2006 23:30:45 GMT -5
-thinks- What to say? >_<
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Post by Gina on May 3, 2006 16:52:57 GMT -5
ooc:I dunno...Maybe back to Valence and Raeya?
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on May 3, 2006 16:56:48 GMT -5
ooc: Not a bad idea...these two are getting emotional D:
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Post by Gina on May 3, 2006 16:58:08 GMT -5
ooc:Yeah...
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on May 3, 2006 17:06:17 GMT -5
But I already said, It's Bayne's fault
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Post by Gina on May 3, 2006 17:09:57 GMT -5
ooc:That's okay...everyone has their faults...Like Aslan and his overkindness and his problem with being utterly alone.
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Post by {Bio Hazard} on May 10, 2006 17:17:16 GMT -5
ooc: Time to reply, this is going to be crud-full, but...I don't want another rp to die all because I personally didn't reply ;;
Bayne sighed. It was strange, it was all she did these days...low, deep sighs...and for what reasons, she didn't know...mostly because of the fact that she was never the bright side of a situation. Maybe that night her own family had turned on her, had attempted to put her to an eternal rest was for the better. They figured she was a host to a demon, a shy, small demon that would not hurt others...but take away the happiness of others, just by her presence. That's why they wanted to get rid of her...so that she wasn't a burden for others...so that others could stay joyful, like they deserved.
Of course, these where her own thoughts. Truth be told, the motives for why they all were against her...even other Varg at this very time, two years after the hatred-fueled onslaught, still disliked her, so it was only natural she would drown herself within such negative thoughts.
If she was so negative herself, how could she help others? It didn't make sense...she herself was a host to such deep wounds...how was she to comfort another when she knew nothing about it?
The only way she could help was keep her troubles to herself...simple said, she had be isolated, it was important...if she really cared.
She thought for a while, and finally stood up. Her head was lowered as always, and she spoke softly..."I really can't help....anyone...I'm sorry, Aslan...I...I...don't know how to..."
She looked back, to Aslan, to Aoi and Glade, and bound forward from where she had appeared from a while before. The rustling of the branches and leaves she was brushing against as she ran could be heard for a little while, but was soon no louder than the whisper of the wind...soon drowned out by the sounds of life nearby which, ironically, seemed to come out more brightly this time around...
ooc: -shifty eyes-
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