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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 6, 2003 22:10:34 GMT -5
He was kidnapped as a child. He was some poor child that didn't have much of a home...A group of gypsys came to the town one night and took him away.
He was known as Night in Girl. Most people who saw him thought he was a female due to his long purple and golden hair and the dark make-up he wore. He also had large silver hoop rings. He wore a lot of jewelry such as necklaces and rings....which he had stolen.
He sat outside of the camp, in the long grass, and looked up at the moons. One was silver and the other was blue. He had always liked the blue one the most since it seemed so lonely.
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Post by Reno on Dec 6, 2003 22:32:00 GMT -5
To him, life was confuseing. To him, everyone took things for granted. To him, the world was unfair. To him, childhood was just a test to get you ready for the real world.
now he was a teenager considered an adult. and quite frankly he didn;t want to be.
unfortunitly being the son of the mayor in this small town meant he would soon have to pick a spouse. unfortunitly no matter how many girls showed off, wore nice clothes, or even tried to get him in bed. all he knew was that they were lying, just wanting for money, power, themseleves.
the young fiery orange haired boy stared at the list he had been making, his light blue eyes scanning it quickly, and picked up the pen and continued it.
To him, woman, men and children alike were selfish.
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 6, 2003 22:38:30 GMT -5
He watched a dragon pass across the moon's surface. He stood and watched it fly off, the wind from it's wings beating came to the earth and blew his hair back.
He looked back at camp then back at the sky, the dragon was gone. He sighed as he started to walk across the field. He was bare footed and the mud chilled his feet. The ragged and ripped cloth that hung from his starved body seemed to have a mangled look to it, like if some of his bones were out of place. He hadn't eaten in 3 days and by the look of it...he wouldn't be getting anything soon.
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Post by Reno on Dec 6, 2003 22:53:10 GMT -5
Dante sighed setting the pen down wondering where to hide it. oh sure he had several of them. he thought deep and when he wanted to he wrote them on paper. but his father would be mad if he had ever found them, but it wasn;t like he wopuld. all he cared about was Dante find a mate and learn how to run the city. other then that his father completely ignored him. and it hurt.
Dante shook his head and looking out his window. it was night. he loved the night. it was always more mysterious and beautiful and dangerous. he had to stop thinking so deeply. it would be worriesome. people were fickle...
Dante snaopped his fingers, walked back over to his paper and wrote again.
To him, inhabitants of the land were fickle.
he nodded and hid his list in a drawer. if anyone ever found and read that he would probably be called weak and stupid to dwell on it, but he only wrote, spoke, heard and saw the truth. no one could lie to him and for that he was proud.
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 6, 2003 23:01:31 GMT -5
He walked to the woods and to a near by stream. He knelt down and took some water from it and took a sip. It was rich and cold. He could see his reflection in the water and sighed. He really did look like a girl...
He looked up and to his surprise, a unicorn and her cult where in the stream. He got up slowly and watched as they drank the water. They were beautiful creatures indeed. He had seen many of them through out his travels around the world. They were one of his favorite animals.....one of the most deadliest too.
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Post by Reno on Dec 6, 2003 23:14:57 GMT -5
Dante sighed shutting off the light to his room and he sat on the windowsill of his window leaning his had against the cool glass. Dante's eyes closed and he just sat there in the moonlight that illuminated his room.
tommorrow, he would go into town no matter who liked it or not. tomorrow, he would see the wonders that was normal life. tomorrow, would be different he could feel it, and it was true for he never lied, even to himself.
with those thoughts in mind Dante stood and wernt to his bed, laying down and shutting his eyes and soon fell asleep.
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 6, 2003 23:24:45 GMT -5
Seeing that he didn't want to be judged by the unicon, let alone 'treat' its baby, he started back to camp. He walked into his wagon and closed the cloth that covered the open hole. He walked to a small bed that sat on the floor and got in. He pulled the wool blanket over him and turned the lanturn off. He sighed and closed his eyes. Hopefully they would start travel early enough to reach a town.
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Post by Reno on Dec 6, 2003 23:31:56 GMT -5
At sunrise, Dante was leaning against the side of te window sill looking out at the colors the sunruise made. personally he loved the sunset better. one because the way his window faced he could see the sun set in the horizen, two because the colors were much more beautiful, and three because it was romantic.
yes, he was a romantic. he loved to do the candles, the nice dinners, the talks the sweet kissing, but of course even at his age he had never been able to well... have someone to be with. no friends no love no nothing. not yet.
but at the moment he had to get ready for his day into town. he stood and walked towards his closet. he needed a nice shower...
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 6, 2003 23:38:11 GMT -5
The wagons did travel early that day, most of the members needed food soon. They parked in a circle about a mile away from a large town. They went their own seperate ways once their, like they always did.
He wore sandles to the town, luckly it was market day. Sales people and farmers were trying to sell goods and food to people on the street. It was a great time for stealing and getting away with it. He walked through the crowd with a shreaded cape on, the hood over his head. He looked at all the food and licked his lips. everything looked so good.
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Post by Reno on Dec 6, 2003 23:46:50 GMT -5
Dante, not too long later, was walking through the streets of his town. he glanced around every now and then. unfortunitly most people stared at him. spome even said hello, being very proper. people lived in fear... he had to remind himself to add that to his list. serveral woman even tried to get to him but he shook it all off. it didn;t matter to him who the girl was... he just couldn;t feel... interested. they just... lied too much.
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 6, 2003 23:53:42 GMT -5
he looked around and saw a very fat man trying to sell fruits from different places of the world. He caught his eye on a dragonfruit, one of the freashes fruits in the world. He waited for the right time; a customer came and started to talk to the seller. he walked over and snatched the fruit and put it under his cape. Unfortunetly...the man saw. "Get that theif!" He dashed through the crowd as many stared. He turned the corner, looking back and suddenly dumped into someone full force. He looked up and saw a man look down at him. He stepped back and started to run off again.
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Post by Reno on Dec 6, 2003 23:59:17 GMT -5
Dante blinked in surprise. he shook his head. what strange behavior... then he suddenly heard something, "theif! get it!" Dante's mind whirled slightly. theif, deceiver, lier. he hated liers... he shook his head and ran after the theif. another ting he knew he could not lie about was he was a good runner. well what else was he supposed to do when he was bored?
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 0:04:31 GMT -5
He ran and dodged the people who were trying to grab him and pull him down. All this over a fruit? This way of life was going to kill him soon. He would starve to death, maybe become insane by the lack of food. If he'd be caught, he'd have his hand chopped of..or even worse, be hung. He climbed up a pole and push himself ontop of a roof.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 0:11:33 GMT -5
Dante stared up the pole and sighed. well like he said, nothing better to do so go for it right? he started climbing and it wasn;t too hard. he could hear some people whispering to each other and sighed. so it wasnlt proper who cared? once he was on the roof he quickly followed in pursuit of the theif he wasn;t actually that far away either...
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 0:14:55 GMT -5
He looked down at the street as he ran. He stopped then jumped off, landing in a wagon of hey. He rolled out and started to run down the street again. He couldn't let anyone catch him....not even the people that he lived with.
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