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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 1:50:05 GMT -5
He knew he should be getting back to the camp. He got up and slid down the pole and looked around. the streets were quiet and the windows were all shut. For some strange reason, this town seemed like it had everything, like no dragon fire was a treat. he had seen many towns damaged by past dragon fires. He walked down the main streets, looking under tables and around barrels...just in case someone might have dropped some food somewhere.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 1:53:23 GMT -5
Dante frowned walking down the barren streets. he was blind hopeing wasn;t he? he just wanted to... see the boy again! he fingered the bracelet nervously and sighed, "i'm being stupid." and painfully it was true he was. although did he not say he was too truthful?
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 1:57:22 GMT -5
He was able to find a few apples and a half eaten piece of bread on the dirt ground. He packed them away and continued to walk down the main street towards the outside gates. He looked up again and smiled at the moon, his moon. hopefully, he'd be able to let the few pieces of food last...he had no idea when he'd eat again.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 2:04:16 GMT -5
Dante turned the corner... and saw him. he felt a twist of his stomach and his heart jumped. his breath caught he shook his head and dismissed it, "hey!" he called out.
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 2:07:47 GMT -5
the boy stopped and looked around franticly. was someone calling him. he looked back and blinked. it was that man that let him free. What was he doing out here? not many rich people wondered streets at night. Maybe he would demand to be thanked. It happened....many rich people treated gypsys like dirt...then again...everyone treated gypsts like dirt...well, not everyone, some people give them free food and shelter but it was a very rare case.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 2:12:19 GMT -5
Dante blushed just a tinge and walked over, "um.... hi," he started nervously. ok why the hell was he nervous? that made no sense...
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 2:15:30 GMT -5
The boy didn't relpy. what did this guy want from him? He looked down and saw that the guy was wearing that silver bracelet that he had given him earlier before, was that not enough? Or did the man see him pick from the streets and was going to curse at him? The man seemed to be out of place...why was he talking to a gypsy? did he not know?
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 2:17:58 GMT -5
Dante scratched the back of his head and realized the most reasonable explanation of him being nervous was probably because he never really well spoke to anyone... conversationally.... he let his hand fiddle with the bracelet and he sighed noticeing the boy had not answerred. actually he had never said a word. maybe he was mute? "um can you speak?"
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 2:24:01 GMT -5
Still, the boy did not reply. He looked down and saw the man play with the bracelet. He guess he liked it...oddly enough. It was made of pure silver, stolen from a sacred temple far, far away. He stole it when he was around the age 12 and he was now around 17.
He was about to say something when he heard soemthing behind him, "Lucien." He looked back to see the camp leader, Ifrit. Ifrit was about 10 years older than Lucien. He had very long, black hair that had a few braids in it. His eyes were dark and surrounded with black eyeshadow. He frowned as he saw Dante. "Let's go." he turned and walked back outside the gates.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 2:27:40 GMT -5
Dante blinked. Lucien... he liked that name.... definitly a guy then. no questions. of course he knew that. he looked at him and sighed feeling rather downhearted. he rather of wished to speak with the boy... maybe gain a friend. wishful thinking again, Dante thought and sadness flashed in his eyes, "um... guess you have to leave huh?"
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 2:32:53 GMT -5
He nodded slightly and walked back to the camp. The lanturn in his wagon was on and he blinked. he walked up and climbed in. Ifrit was standing there and looked at Lucien. "so...i heard what went on today. You're lucky your still alive you know?" Lucien pulled the cloth down and nodded. "......i know...." Ifrit smiled and walked towards Lucien, the sound of bells were heard everytime he took a step. He put his hands on the boys cheeks and leaned down, kissing him lightly. Lucien kissed back. Ifrit frowned as he felt Lucien's waist. "Your rib is cracked." "I know.....i don't care, i'll be fine Ifrit...." he kissed the older man again, wanting love.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 2:38:07 GMT -5
Dante was stareing out where Lucien had walked off for awhile and he frowned. it was getting cold and he bowed his head. the boy... he was a gypsy... he had to be no one else would wear what he did... or be so thin, or have a friend that was... well looking like a gypsy as well. he shook his head his stomach twisting. gypsy's useally staied around here for no more then two days then left... awe he WAS wishful thinking. he had hoped maybe he was just a guy just wearing well um.... makeup and bangles. awe who was he kidding?
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 2:46:35 GMT -5
His cloth that was wrapped aroun dhim dropped to the floor. Of coarse there were many layers of cloth over a gypsy, but it was lose enough to come off in a minute if wanted. Lucien had spent many nights with Ifrit. He remembered making love with him since he was a preteen. Tonight was no different. The moans didn't carry out far, seeing that his face was in the pillow. His hand clapsed onto the side of the bed as his fragile body was rocked back and forth. Ifrit's long hair tickeled Lucien's bare back...but it didn't matter, everything felt so good, like it aways did.
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Post by Reno on Dec 7, 2003 2:49:56 GMT -5
Dante was walking back home and he stared into the sky. maybe tomorrow... he would try to find Lucien again. maybe he would finally get a friend...
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Post by Rikugurl on Dec 7, 2003 2:58:38 GMT -5
In the morning, a burning nail was taken off of the fire. A metal tong clasped over it as it was pulled up. The camp was busy with things, like making sandles and puting coth together to make a drape.
Ifrit took Lucien's lip and pulled it forward. He slowly pressed the burning needle onto the side of the lip and it burned away. Lucien winced as it burned his flesh away. Ifrit took the needle out and pit a silver hoop through the hole. He then did the same with Lucien's nose. Again he placed a silver hoop through the hole. "There...you look nice." Lucien smiled and nodded. He then stood up and walked back to his wagon and climbed in. The wagon spelt like sex, a very hard scent to get rid of. He took a pouch and put it under his cape.
He walked out of the wagon and towards the town. Maybe his day would be better than the day before. Ifrit watched the boy and smiled. He'd be staying at the camp today.
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