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09-04-03
Smallclouds of dust sprung from the road as he wandered towards the place that was his destination. He had heard the rumors, the stories of this place. None of them were believable, but they were interesting all the same. Marcus coughed as the dust from the road filled his lungs.
His grip tightened on the quarterstaff as he saw a bird circling above the strang house. His eyes squinted slightly as he gazed at the damned thing, just before it descended towards the house. His pace remained unburdened and soon the house loomed over him as he looked up to it.
Some strange device stood on the other side of the house, he saw it standing when he abandoned the road. As he approached it he saw a falcon sitting atop the strange box. Clearing his throat from the last remains of dust, he looked around to see if anyone else was here. The door caught his eye and he turned towards it. His hand reached for the handle as he cautiously walked towards it. Turning the handle, he looked back just too make sure and stepped into the house. Life is pain. Thank god for morphine. quidquid latine dictum sit altum viditur To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts. |