ShortThomas stood there looking over the young man there before him, the guys shirt was ripped down the center, the knees of he jeans muddied, his hands were bandaged up making him look like some near cross of a grunge fan with a mummy, great idea for Halloween, bad way to make a first impression. Thomas looked him up and down slowly with a careful eye."Those you came with called you a plague dog, what's your name kid?" Thomas tapped his lowbret against his teeth as he spoke.Short
"My name?" the guy looked over Thomas cautiously, crossing his arms in front of his chest trying to puff out his shoulders, make himself look bigger than his mea
The Learning the WayThomas sat there in the corner watching the water drip from the kitchen faucet, "The first step in stealth is to become a prop." A voice rang into his mind, "Become the prop and seem like a puppet, become the fool, the one always out there, let them see the hand you will play to them, but only that." He set his knife in front of him, "Blank the mind, play the fool, become see through like water." His eyes dulled in concentration as he stared at the blade, "Be clear and invisible, but like water is clear it hides many things." He placed a hand on the blade in his trance fingertips feeling along the steel dead nerves finding the metal cold, harThe Learning the Way
Thomas' Journal 2August 26th 2008 24 years in RequiemThomas' Journal 2
Today the first true pains of the thirst struck me in my meditations and I tried to follow them down to the source, to the beast, so that I can figure if he truely does reside inside of my tatered soul or in a part of my mental psyche. To figure out truely were the beast is has never been truely sought by kindred from what i've read, most write it off as part of the curse or the dark part of the soul of man. I propose it might be both the result of the curse and the dark part of the mental aspects of men and women, the baser part of ourselves since it seems to be so linked to us. Every k
Thomas' JournalAugust 24th 2008, 24th year in RequiemThomas' Journal
As I sit here in contemplation Michele, if ever you read this, I can see the paths set before me and know that my struggle with what has been done to me has brought me to this pinacle point. In one path I see a shimmer of light of hope that I will be an apex for the Ordo and It's philosophies and on another path I see myself becoming no more like the Brood than any other monster in their ranks. I can only see one other path for myself that is where i both embrace and overcome my curse, to use its weakness as my strength. I must master the banes to keep myself from harm but I wil
| I'm just a crazy writer. |
~Hammerfall~
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You should be happy, there are people who would look at you and hate you out of envy. Treasure what you have....you never know who's looking at you wishing they had what you do.
Thank you all for, meh, at least watching me while I was indisposed.
P.S. Broken ribs still hurt even six months after they have healed.
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