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« on: February 03, 2013, 12:30:47 am »
killik walks through the forest. every step he takes is heavy and dead. his arms drag at his sides and his eyes are unnerving and unwavering, he walks with no regard to location or whereabouts, his mind only on the goal before him. his travels come to an abrupt halt. in front of him no more than a foot away lies a fog. a fog unlike any he has ever seen before, a fog filled with darkness unlike any other. things like this would send any normal man screaming, but killik was no normal man. he was not even a man at all. he steps into the fog, his hands caress the heavy cloak and almost in return it caresses him back. like a child with a new pet killik admires the fog. he steps further in, delving into this dark paradise. he does not know of the fog will retaliate. he does not know his next move. he simply wants to live in the now and enjoy this sinful pleasure. killiks body sways slowly side to side. his long jet black ponytail sways opposite to his body, following its momentum. his eyes close and a soft open mouthed smile forms on his face. so long has the black dragon tried to find his place. to find where he truly resides in the sun or under the moon. today, this day he stands under a full blown moon.