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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 3:13:24 GMT
The sounds of Bei's footsteps had clacked and clicked. His boots making an audible noise for each step he had taken forward. The solid tiles of the Temple of Orin being worn down due to the amount of age and years put onto it. Thus creating a rapid and loud sound when man had actually decided to bring himself to the abandoned land once more. Indeed, this very temple had been home to a varying amount of Warriors and Monks alike, but as time progressed, it had begun to grow less populated and ultimately, downright desolate. It was kind of sad when the darkly colored male set sight on it. While he himself donned a spiked and clean Mohawk, he could have fit in with the monks whom had attended practice and teachings at the land of old. Then again, perhaps it was something he was just thinking of it false hopes. The reasoning behind the boy's presence was a session of training he and a ally of old had scheduled. More accurately, an ally of his deceased uncle. Bless his soul, for his teachings hadn't gone in vain.
つづく
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