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<td class="rwords">The monster’s hollowed eyes travelled away from Romek just for a couple moments. Its sunken, hollowed eyes search across the lands that outstretch from the mountaintop. The view is magnificent from up here. It doesn't see that though. Opportunities—the beast sees. There is opportunity for something greater here, something that had not been offered to before this mountain had come.
It’s the sound of his name--<I>”Rodrik, you’re Rodrik.”</i>--that draws his lifeless eyes back to the other stallion. A curl draws on the red demon’s lips, <font color=6e210d> “Yes, that is what they call me.”</font> But it has been called many things in this life and the lives before. It is demon, devil, monster, murderer, lover, enemy, warrior, and king—it is all things in the end. In this life it is also Rodrik.
<font color=6e210d> “Yes, I know you.”</font> It remembers all—it knows all of them. Their souls are too open most of the time, open to their strengths and weaknesses. It’s foolish most of the time (fools they all were in the end). However, the beast does not dwell on the fact where it has come to know Romek. It only knows this was an opportunity for the taking, and it never strayed away from such things. An opportunity was always a blessing and the devil was more than willing to gamble a couple pieces.
The devil ponders the statements from Romek. Everything the stallion said was possible; it was likely true. Nothing seemed to change, except their homes (kingdoms and herds) were entirely gone. This earthquake had only destroyed their homes while common lands had been mended (or untouched, it does not know). <font color=6e210d> “Yes, this Beqanna. Magic is the answer.”</font> Magic was always the answer. It understands that now, but it cannot but wonder. <font color=6e210d> “The only question is what will happen when we leave the mountain.”</font> There is something more to this than destroyed lands—something it cannot see but feels. The two of them cannot stay up here for much longer; the air is too thin.
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<BR><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top: 20px"><tr><td class="rname"><center>Rodrik</center></td></tr></table><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top:11px; margin-right: 0px;"><tr><td class="rtitle"><I>angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils</I></div></td></tr></table></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1388523069.40866&user=shelbi">here</a> | character reference: <a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a47/strangeandunusual/references/RodrikforShelbi_zpsfdaa97ce.png">here</a> | image © <a href="http://uribaani.deviantart.com/">uribaani</a></font></center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel+Decorative' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>
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<td class="rwords">The monster’s hollowed eyes travelled away from Romek just for a couple moments. Its sunken, hollowed eyes search across the lands that outstretch from the mountaintop. The view is magnificent from up here. It doesn't see that though. Opportunities—the beast sees. There is opportunity for something greater here, something that had not been offered to before this mountain had come.
It’s the sound of his name--<I>”Rodrik, you’re Rodrik.”</i>--that draws his lifeless eyes back to the other stallion. A curl draws on the red demon’s lips, <font color=6e210d> “Yes, that is what they call me.”</font> But it has been called many things in this life and the lives before. It is demon, devil, monster, murderer, lover, enemy, warrior, and king—it is all things in the end. In this life it is also Rodrik.
<font color=6e210d> “Yes, I know you.”</font> It remembers all—it knows all of them. Their souls are too open most of the time, open to their strengths and weaknesses. It’s foolish most of the time (fools they all were in the end). However, the beast does not dwell on the fact where it has come to know Romek. It only knows this was an opportunity for the taking, and it never strayed away from such things. An opportunity was always a blessing and the devil was more than willing to gamble a couple pieces.
The devil ponders the statements from Romek. Everything the stallion said was possible; it was likely true. Nothing seemed to change, except their homes (kingdoms and herds) were entirely gone. This earthquake had only destroyed their homes while common lands had been mended (or untouched, it does not know). <font color=6e210d> “Yes, this Beqanna. Magic is the answer.”</font> Magic was always the answer. It understands that now, but it cannot but wonder. <font color=6e210d> “The only question is what will happen when we leave the mountain.”</font> There is something more to this than destroyed lands—something it cannot see but feels. The two of them cannot stay up here for much longer; the air is too thin.
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<BR><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top: 20px"><tr><td class="rname"><center>Rodrik</center></td></tr></table><table class="rtable" style="width: 550px; margin-top:11px; margin-right: 0px;"><tr><td class="rtitle"><I>angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils</I></div></td></tr></table></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1388523069.40866&user=shelbi">here</a> | character reference: <a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a47/strangeandunusual/references/RodrikforShelbi_zpsfdaa97ce.png">here</a> | image © <a href="http://uribaani.deviantart.com/">uribaani</a></font></center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel+Decorative' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'>
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