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Post by Mister Heine on Jul 3, 2008 20:11:05 GMT -5
Long forgotten, resting quietly in shadowed lands, lies the Asmarian Church. At a point in time when this church stood tall and proud, its name was well-known throughout the land. No other church could match its beauty, its size, nor its vast treasures stored and displayed within. Asmarian was the church the kings and queens, princesses and princes, went to to worship and pray. No other church was as magnificent. But time and war played cruelly on the church. War destroyed many of its worshiping rooms, its pretty gardens, its graceful statues throughout, and the very walls themselves that held the church up and protected its interior. Luckily, not all the walls fell and in some places whole rooms still lie untouched (almost). When time took over, it stole away any chance Asmarian had of being rebuilt. As time dragged on, people's hearts changed. No longer did they find the crippled church beautiful. Many stopped visiting altogether, especially the kings and queens. Were it not for the treasures within, no one would ever feel the need to rebuild the church. But again, time and humanity wouldn't leave the church alone. It wasn't long till one after the other, its treasures were stolen and with them, the church's value. Time has tried to freeze the church and leave it as it was, but depending on where you enter from, the church may be beautiful, ugly, or destroyed. ~ By Lady Riho
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Zero
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Bark at the Moon
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Post by Zero on Sept 3, 2008 20:21:59 GMT -5
The enormous wolf whimpered as he slowly limped into the gaping doorway, one door forced back against the wall and the other completely gone. The blood had stopped long ago, and the tissues were reforming on his thigh, but it didn't mean the pain was eased. Why do hunters always have to fire at the unknown?
Dropping the wadded jeans from his mouth, Zero clenched his teeth and tensed his muscles. His leg seared in pain. It only took seconds to do, but shifting always bothered him. Most other wolves willed on the change, feeling bliss in the popping of bones and ripping of muscles. But as gruesome cracks and and snaps filled the musty air of the church and Zero gave a loud, angry growl, it was evident that he disliked it. He'd rather stay in one form for as long as he could.
Straightening, he pulled on his pants, flinching as it rubbed over his wound. Bullet wounds were always a pain. They went so deep! Tousling his hair with one hand, the silver bracelet jingling, he peered around the room.
Clearly no one had been here in a while. Thick layers of dust covered every surface while the stones of the ancient walls crumbled into piles. Parts of the cathedral ceilings were gone, revealing the scattered stars above, accompanied by the tiny sliver of a moon. Intricate designs were carved everywhere, but the old structure wasn't what he would define as "homey". It was actually almost empty...
Eh, he thought, I've stayed in worse.
Giving a tired huff, he sprawled on the dirty floor. The cool stone made gooseflesh rise on his hot skin. "I'll have to get the rest tomorrow." he muttered, referring to his abandoned clothes.
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