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15 years ago
This post is just a placeholder for my writings while my computer is down. Writing on the DSi isn`t easy. XP
It was dark. Not a whisper of wind swept through the dust covered hall. Even the dust had settled several hundred years ago. So it was quite a surprise to several colonies of dust bunnies when their quiet existance was disturbed by a thunderclap and an outrushing of air.
Empty space was suddenly filled with a man in green robes, gripping a staff. His lungs suddenly protested their surroundings and sent him into a fit of coughing. The clattering that erupted as well betrayed the charms and talismans he carried. A second figure, shorter and clad in black leathers, seemed to melt from the walls themselves to join the first.
"I always hate Shadowslipping. Makes my stomache flip." The shorter mutteres. Her hand rubs in an attempt to alleviate the ill feeling.
It takes a moment for the taller to clear his lungs. He finally manages with a throaty snort which earns a grimace from his companion.
"Foul dust. Banish thyself from my sight." He cursed with a wave of his hand. The smell of burnt lemons filled the air as dust found itself swept to places unknown all up and down the hall.
It was dark. Not a whisper of wind swept through the dust covered hall. Even the dust had settled several hundred years ago. So it was quite a surprise to several colonies of dust bunnies when their quiet existance was disturbed by a thunderclap and an outrushing of air.
Empty space was suddenly filled with a man in green robes, gripping a staff. His lungs suddenly protested their surroundings and sent him into a fit of coughing. The clattering that erupted as well betrayed the charms and talismans he carried. A second figure, shorter and clad in black leathers, seemed to melt from the walls themselves to join the first.
"I always hate Shadowslipping. Makes my stomache flip." The shorter mutteres. Her hand rubs in an attempt to alleviate the ill feeling.
It takes a moment for the taller to clear his lungs. He finally manages with a throaty snort which earns a grimace from his companion.
"Foul dust. Banish thyself from my sight." He cursed with a wave of his hand. The smell of burnt lemons filled the air as dust found itself swept to places unknown all up and down the hall.
