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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Jul 18, 2005 10:02:59 GMT -5
{{ Holy crap, that title's awful. xD Well, Jamesy and Sevvy ish to come here. =Waves big flag= }}
"I spread over you the wings I tore away And lie down with you. Now, for the being who is so precious Let me wear my cross.." A shape was sat in the branches of the Birch tree by the Lake, soft honey-layered voice singing a rather haunting melody to himself. Long legs swayed backwards and forwards from the branch, tall body hunched forwards as narrowed metallic eyes stared out across the glittering Lake that reflected the waning crescent moon's light. Nirak Dragon was, once again, alone for the night. Not that he cared - he was used to be alone, talking to both himself and the voices in his head, and singing soft haunting melodies that chilled people to the bone whenever he sung to them. 'Pon the bridge of his nose, a pair of glasses sat :: something that no one ever got to see Nirak wear. He was, to say the least, embarassed at wearing glasses, thinking they made him look stupid. But really, they rather suited him. He sighed, closed his eyes, and ran a hand through his long-ish golden-honey locks, leaning backwards and nearly falling from the branch on which he perched. "Oh death where is thy sting ..." He murmured, shaking his head and sighing once again. Alone, once again.
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Post by robyn on Jul 18, 2005 10:17:12 GMT -5
((Robyn: -Pokes Head In- Permission to join in his nightly bordem?
Me: I think she means,she'd like to come in and talk... Isn't that /right/ Robyn??
Robyn: ^^ Yeah... Pretty much...))
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Post by Remus J. Lupin on Jul 19, 2005 5:02:42 GMT -5
{{ Sure! ^^; }}
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Post by robyn on Jul 19, 2005 7:45:58 GMT -5
Robyn West could be seen aimlessly wandering around the grounds, her short, spiky, jet black hair flying out behind her ever so slightly as she walked. Her grey eyes glinted in their usual way as she crossed the grounds... She was, as ever, outside at night so that she could clear her head to help her to sleep better. She walked across the slightly damp, dew scattered grass of the Hogwarts Grounds barefooted. Over her floor length black night gown she had her cloak thrown over her shoulders and held it tightly in her hands as she walked... She sighed softly as she walked, eventually her gaze fell upon the tree-bound form of her fellow Slytherin, seventh year Nirak Dragon... She smiled softly remembering their past meeting, it had been similar to this in fact, late at night, him up a tree and her wandering aimlessly... "Evening Nirak..." she called up softly, her eyes glinting softly...
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