Friday, January 23, 2009
The Fall of Single Feather...
Assasins.
Recently I've been seeing them everywhere at my home.
These beings, armed with their sharper than needle-sharp weapons come to me every night, silently, steathily, with a purpose of none, but one. To pierce their weapons into me.
Every night, they come.
They come in numbers so great, that their attacks, weak as it may be, caused a damage powerful enough to wreck any single foe.
The move so silently, so quickly, so steathily that it was almost impossible to hear them; as if they were ghosts.
Alas when you do, its almost always too late.
These beings, these creatures, these arrogant demons leave a mark everytime they attack me. It was show of their skill, and ability to hurt. To boast, to pride, to diminish the standing of all in their trade.
To make things worst, they mark me something, at the same spot.
Those damn bloody creatures.
Those damn irritating demons.
Those damn ass mosquitos.
Later...
Taken by one of the magicians::
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