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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 18:54:07 GMT -5
|Jesse did not like the forest. He did not like the trees, that loomed so threateningly above him. He did not like the animals, who chattered at him, vicious in their own ways. But in the middle of the forest, there was a small, marshy area surrounded by those menacing trees, with a trickling pool of water in the very center. Sometimes, great, long-legged birds would come to nest there. He did not think they were storks, for they were black and greenish, and somewhat snake-like, and they often let loose mournful, wailing noises. Jesse thought, rather vaguely, that they looked almost like vultures. He sat there now, at the edge of the pool, upon a large, flat rock, perfect for basking in the dimming sunlight. He did not think that he was supposed to be out this light. Frankly, he did not care.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:02:15 GMT -5
Tom, approached, almost like a rolling cloud of darkness <that is a joke from once upon a freakin' time.>, approaching jesse, standing above him, looking down. "I did not approve of what you did today, jesse. Not at all." His hair fell into his eyes, as his glasses slid a little down his nose. "I suppose you think Im easy to fool and you're quite cunning, dont you. I've gotten wind of your plan with the draught of the living death."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 19:07:43 GMT -5
|One of the birds that frequented the pool looked up at the sound of the approaching Dark Lord. It gave a sad-sounding 'wark!', then turned its head upside down and strolled awkwardly over to the rock where Jesse sunned himself. The boy, in turn, reached out and patted the bird's beak. It trilled and closed its eyes in bliss. "Do not bring discord and hate into this place," he whispered. "It is sorrowful enough. The only place in this forest where I am comfortable..." He turned his head and rested his blue and brown eyes on Tom. "I...may have come to a decision. Perhaps not. I am no longer sure."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:13:44 GMT -5
He tilts his head to the side. "I should hope it is the correct decision. I shall do you no more favors if it is not." Tom goes blushy. ^_^ he ditches his normal glasses for a pair of perscription dark ones. ~its too damned bright out here.~
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 19:17:58 GMT -5
|"Right now...that decision is to remain neutral. Wherever this war may lead, if I stay out of it, I will automatically belong to the winning side. I am..too knowledgable to be lost." He tilted his head back, looking at Tom upside-down. "I am a powerful enemy, but an even more powerful ally. If the Light wins, and refuses to take me, I shall follow in your footsteps as an outcast. Should you win, and should you not take me, I will do the same, though with significantly increased hostilities between us." He sighed. "I..do not wish it to be like that, either way. I just want to live the rest of my life in peace. Away from Father. Away from self-righteous purebloods. Away from everything." He turned back to the still pond, frowning.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:23:59 GMT -5
"So you're not a pureblood, then?" Tom looks at him curiously. Tom does rather like him. He sheds his denium coat and leans against tree by the rock, hands shoved in his pockets.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 19:30:42 GMT -5
|He shook his had, barely noticable. "My mother was a muggle-born...Merlin only knows why my father married her. Perhaps because she was wealthy, as well as lovely. All I know about her is that my Father killed her shortly after I was born and blamed it on complications with my birth." He shook his head. His hair, at the moment, was plaited in a long, dark braid, held in place with a silver clasp set with a dark, bloody-colored ruby. His robe was black, with no buttons or zippers. Just a plain school robe, then. He went back to watching the birds, quiet. Contemplating.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:33:48 GMT -5
"Ah... I see." he blushes. I dunno why. bad thoughts run through beawalkers head.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 19:38:06 GMT -5
|Another tilt of the head. He kept doing that, like one of those birds that he was admiring. "...Come and sit. It's warm, over here." And indeed it was, especially compared to the surrounding forest. Here, where the sun shone down through the trees like a heat lamp, where the vulture-birds trilled in mournful beauty...It was his own special paradise.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:40:04 GMT -5
Tom hesitantly sits. "Rather bright, isnt it?" His black hair shines a little, giving him sorta a halo, which is odd, since he's evil.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 19:47:02 GMT -5
|He shook his head, scooting aside to make room. In the sunlight, rather than the musty darkness of the library, his dark hair gained new life, falling back in its braid like a long line of bronze and dark gold. He idly pulled at it, letting some strands loose. They hung around his face in soft waves, framing his curving eyebrows and his arching cheekbones. His glasses sparkled, reflecting light that was cast off of the pool. "It is...bright, I suppose, if you are used to darkness. I have been trained to function in all situations." He spoke as if he were not a person, but some sort of...weapon.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:48:40 GMT -5
Tom blinks. "By your father, i suppose." He sighs. "Peace... hm.. this is a new concept..."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 19:52:12 GMT -5
|He shrugged. "My Father does what he does in your name, and yet I feel no resentment towards either of you. All I feel is an overwhelming hate for him, and...confusion...towards you." He did not elaborate, and did not speak further, playing with his hair, gently twirling the long strands around his fingers.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 4, 2005 19:56:04 GMT -5
Tom, understanding the awkwardness, is silent too. He stares at the dark shade of a tree.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 4, 2005 20:03:44 GMT -5
|Slowly, he lifted his hand and pointed at the birds. "Do you know...what those birds are called? They've always been here...And they make such sad sounds..."|
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