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Post by Serinity Lynn on Jul 22, 2008 12:52:33 GMT -7
She remembered the smoke. Black and Grey swirled in great big curls into the cerulean sky that once was serene. Ash feel heavily down from the smoke and burning buildings, and the smell not only burned the nostrils it made her want to choke. She remembered sitting in a tree watching the world she once loved completely disappear beneath her.
Bright orange flames shot into the sky, the cause of the suffocating smoke and the burning buildings. The thatch roofs were nothing more then orange flames, the wooden houses were scorched and some partially blackened. She could see corpses laying on the ground, some burning, flesh slowly turning black and falling off, others turning the green ground and awkward color as their blood spilled everywhere for open wounds.
She remembered the sounds of fighting, among the thick blanket of smoke and sound of crackling flames, she could hear steel upon steel, the sound of swords cracking together and yelling. And she remembered closing her eyes to hide the grief and the pain, and waiting for a chance to help.
Serinity stepped into the open area of what had once been a peaceful and amazing village. All around her the Earth was charred and the buildings that survived, were half black and slightly collapsed. Serinity stepped towards the center of what have been the square of her village.
She knelt down and gazed around the blackened earth, her green eyes looking for anything that might be a hint, might give her something besides the old shamans words. "Find the journalist he is the key. In a country far away, where people roam free, find him and protect him."
Serinity shook her head and kept her eyes scanning the ground, the world silent as if haunted. Serinity felt her back tense when she sensed something behind her.
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Post by Clyde Constantine on Jul 23, 2008 19:54:55 GMT -7
As Clyde walked through the ruins of the Wolf clan's destroyed village, he couldn't help but feel as if he were intruding. After all, it was his own kind who had committed this crime. How many innocent people had died? He didn't want to think about it. But he had to wonder, had his father been here too? It wouldn't have surprised him. Father was the good soldier, void of humanity even when carrying out the most brutal of orders. Ironically it was because of his father's obedience that Clyde was so much the contrary. If he were a stronger man he could try to repair the damage his kind had done but even that seemed too lofty a dream for him. Violence sickened him and even if it made him seem selfish or uncaring he wanted to avoid it for as long as he could.
Death was death, he saw no glory in suffering it firsthand or being the one to deliver it upon others.
His eyes traveled from one destroyed house to another. The structures were unrecognizable, just empty shells of their former selves. To think that they had once been called "home" by someone, Clyde shook his head sadly and tightened the grip he had on his walking staff. He maintained his regular walk as he climbed over the debris that littered the ground, unsure as to whether he was climbing over the ashes of a house or a human being. If there was a greater purpose for any of this, he couldn't imagine what it could be.
Sensing another's presence twenty feet away, Clyde stopped and quickly dove behind the nearest source of cover he could find. Feeling secure, he turned and squinted to make out the figure of the person up ahead. A girl, he thought to himself. Perhaps a survivor? She seemed about his age; it was entirely possible. His shoulders relaxed somewhat, though he was well aware she could have been carrying a weapon on her too. Slowly, he rose to his feet and approached her.
"Looking for something, stranger? I'm fairly sure there's nothing left for anyone here." He shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the ground. Afraid he might be coming off as too cold, he added quietly, "Just bad memories."
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Post by Serinity Lynn on Jul 29, 2008 12:33:43 GMT -7
Serinity didn't reply for a long time. She was taking in his voice, one that she had recognized. It would always be in her head, an echo of a childhood memory destroyed by warring clans.
"Hey Clyde." She said softly. Her words tender. She didn't stand from her kneel, and she kept her eyes on the ground. Clyde was her best friend, despite the opposition. She sighed. "Yes indeed, bad memories there are. But I was looking for a clue."
Upon her better judgment, the ninja had confided in Clyde about her mission, knowing that he could betray her on any day. It was a risk she was willing to take. Finally, she turned her head and met his eyes, she was glad to see him, despite the danger of them as enemies.
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Post by Clyde Constantine on Jul 30, 2008 1:45:57 GMT -7
Clyde found the kneeling girl's silence unnerving. His eyes scanned the area quickly, wondering if she was alone. He listened carefully but it seemed as if the two of them were the only visitors this place had seen in a long time. He grinned uncomfortably, hoping this girl would speak up already so that he and his irrational thoughts could have some company.
The words and voice that eventually greeted him made his jaw fall open slightly. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms and smiled. How could he have not recognized her immediately? Perhaps it had really been too long since he had last set eyes upon his friend. Aware that he was wearing an unusual expression, Clyde quickly straightened up and forced himself to look serious despite being very happy to see Serinity again.
"A clue?" Clyde repeated, momentarily dumbfounded. Oh, her mission. His eyes widened slightly and once more he turned his head to the side, wondering if perhaps it was a bad idea to be speaking of such things in the open. No doubt if there was an eavesdropper in the vicinity Serinity would have noticed but in such sensitive times discretion was even more important than usual. Though he was an outsider in the war between their clans, he was no idiot.
Dropping his voice lower than it had been previously, he asked "And have you found anything here?"
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Post by Serinity Lynn on Jul 30, 2008 12:17:27 GMT -7
Serinity looked up at him sheepishly. She had not moved from her spot on the ground since she had got there. Memories had flooded over her, making it very hard for her to move from the ground. They had cascaded her mind, allowing her to become dizzy. She had fought everything else down, but she was still nervous about moving.
She stood up slowly, and moved to where she stood next to him. "I have not really moved from my spot. I just froze I guess." But then she grinned at him. It had been to long since they had talked, since they had even seen each other, and this slightly bothered her. After all, they were really close.
"How have you been sir Clyde?" she asked, trying her best to keep her focus off the clue. No one visited the ruins, but still Serinity would only speak in code to Clyde if needed. She was eager to hear about her friend, and his life in the time they had spent apart.
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