Post by Milo on May 24, 2015 20:40:24 GMT
Darkness lingers
even in my heart
For it is so dark
Such a heartless heart
Finding himself once more in the darkest district of Traverse town Milo trots around. He is looking for a fight, his blade drawn and hung loosely at his side and he paces. Its shinning moon silver blade glinting. It asks for blood, to be bathed in it, but it has been some time since Milo had last had a good fight where he could wet his blade.
Thinking to his heart, where he feels the bond to his other blade resting. There has been all of one battle that has had him summon the powerful weapon that he has earned. Maybe today he would find another reason to call to it again.
Slumping he sits on a bench feel slightly tired from walking around to much. "COME ON, WHO WANTS TO FIGHT ME!" It was a basically pointless gesture. Most people dont walk around the third district.
Thinking to his heart, where he feels the bond to his other blade resting. There has been all of one battle that has had him summon the powerful weapon that he has earned. Maybe today he would find another reason to call to it again.
Slumping he sits on a bench feel slightly tired from walking around to much. "COME ON, WHO WANTS TO FIGHT ME!" It was a basically pointless gesture. Most people dont walk around the third district.
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