<table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'>Time stamp: Dyo (Spring), 81381 </td></tr></table> Warm weather rolled with the clouds, over head they were pregnant with rain threatening to fall at any minute. Out side that the thoughtful female sat, on top of a old ruin, apart of the families above ground graveyard. Watching the sea, as if she were waiting for her lover to come back. Suddenly she snorted, lover? He was gone. He was always gone, slinking in and out of her life. not that she didn't mind knowing he was a wanted criminal but he could at the very least send cryptic messages to her. doubt planted little seedlings in her mind. Was she a jealous lover? Damn right Nhadala was, some how she had a sneaking suspicion that he left her with out her knowledge. Some how the tiny creature felt doomed to have horrible relationships with the opposite sex. Her father gave some notionof comfort saying it wasn't her, but the man's fault that they looked deeper and found something that wasn't perfect. those reassuring words made her feel a little bit more light hearted. Red markings resided under her eyes resting above her cheeks, it was possibly from having her rank bumped up to a under leader. What ever status she had in the guild didn't matter to her whatso ever, beacuse she knew she was stronger than others who had higher positions. But now they restricted her from fighting beacuse of the disease that ate parts of her flesh leaving exposed muscle in a twisting tribal pattern grew when she used a higher level spell of necromancy. Pale pools of gunmetal fell to those twisting metal parts that covered her from disease, soon they would have to be removed and created again to fit the growth. A painful process that ment being sedated or strapped down to a stone chair to keep her from running. soon that part of her sitting arrangement became uncomfortable. Falling from the pillar with the audcity of a cat, she landed in a reverberating way. Feet sinking in to the lush carpet of grass. Maybe going down to the docks owuld be good for her. To clear her mind of the upcoming procedures and her trip back to the research labs to continue working. Shopping and eating sounded like a good game plan to add to her 'vacation'. With these thoughts she bolted down the hill through the aggrivating forest to get to the growing beach town.
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Gorrath stood, he was done reminising. He walked to the end of a dock, and looked down into the water. Staring in disbelief at what he'd become. <span style='color:white'> "That witch..." </span> He muttered to himself softly. Though she didn't seem to have such tight control today, he probally wouldn't be able to kill himself... He wedged his sword into the dock, so it stood upright on it's own. With this, he stopped looking at himself, and began to look where the sky met the water. After admiring the beauty of all the clouds, standing fairly still, he looked around. At all the smut, and the people who 'deserve' to die for what they'd done. Deserving to die, at least in his eyes. He'd be glad to cut them all down to size, one by one. But after being forced to dawn this new persona, it'd be trivial, and hypocritical to kill any of them. So he balled a fist, and looked at it. Stained with blood now, he wanted to rip the fur off of him. Relaxing his hand, and placing it back at his side... He tried his damnest to see something good about where he was. Here and now. There didn't seem to be anything. Yet he kept his composure, and just kept staring at the sea. </span></span>
