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Post by Walter Grace on Dec 28, 2011 18:58:12 GMT -5
(( This is before Walter gets kidnapped! : D ))
He hadnt seen Denzel in a while. This bugged Walter to no end, but he tried to ignore it. He twirled his metal bar in his fingers, taking care not to drop it. It was dark, and cold. The stars barely shined through the alleys, for a mist was in the air. Barely anyone walked around the alleys.
This is too settle...nothing has happened in Avaleur for a while... Walter gritted his teeth. His demon personality had begun to show quite a bit more if he was angry. His anger would show up more frequently, as well. He was becoming his demon self, which also frustrated him to no end. Why can't things go back to normal...
The irony of his thoughts struck him. Things were going back to normal. Normal wasnt when he first came to Avaleur, and was a calm, nice person. Normal was the man who would sell his own mother for less than a coin. He gritted his teeth, eyes glowing slightly. I'm becoming the person I detest in this form, yet I am breaking free of the person I loathe in my demon form.
Dosise walked through the alley, his mind was a blurr. He had understood that Stacy would die soon, he knew they wouldn't live long together. But nothing prepared him, his thoughts his knowledge of the situation, nothing. He just walked trying but to lose it. Really he had never had anything. His parents cared more about power and position than him. He was picked as a boy to do horrible unspeakable things. Friends killed family killed, all do he could go off the map. Then when things start to look up, when he finds the one thing in life that means something, no everything to him.... She dies.
Maybe he was the disease, it seemed wherever he went pain and suffering was sure to follow. He wore his silver ring on his finger. It was all he had left to remind him of her.
So here he was, again with nothing but a new life walking through an alley.
Dosise returned the nod. He couldn't quite think straight right now and because of that, he wasn't sure if he and Walter had met him as Dosise. He stopped in front of him and tried to sound pleasant and undisturbed, "Patroling the trouble spots of Avaleur are you?" he asked. "With the rumors of Enoch still alive I would think that was who you are looking for. Or, is it something else?@
"A lover, my fiancé." he looked down to stop the tears. Once he had them contained he looked up again. "It wasn't a shock so to speak, but. Well it doesn't matter if you knew it was happening or not. Nothing prepares you."
He smiled, her name still had the same joyous effect. "Yes. Stacy. And I may be holding up well now, but trust me it's a struggle not to lose it." the only reason he hadn't was because he thought Stacy would disprove of him losing it and returning to his 'Enoch' ways.
"In honesty I would think I've had more than my fair share, but maybe I deserved them." he looked into the sky. He had seen and done a lot, and in such a short time.
Post by Walter Grace on Jan 2, 2012 0:55:40 GMT -5
"Didn't you say you werent the trouble making kind of guy?" Walter smiled. "I'm sure you don't deserve it. If you did, the gods would take it out on you, not on the innocent."