Thursday, February 7, 2008

   Nichevo
I adopted a Naruto chibi! ^.^



Name:Oro-chan

Likes:strength

Dislikes:weakness

Owner:Dracula

Click here to adopt your own Naruto chibi!





Within the deep darkness of the sky and the sea a shadow stood upon the earth, shrouded in the dankness of the clouds. This is the omnious sign of what maybe a tragic tale, however bare with me for the strength of the heart is the true destroyer of time. With such a humid night being so dark there not much Endre could do but sigh in quiet disapointment. The night was growing old, and he had spent enough time standing out in the heat. Soon with the constant pass of time, the sun would rise oncemore, being born again and giving light to the crying world. A familiar smirk played upon him, as he remembered that Azmaria would scold him for being a cynic.

So with that last thought in place in the fading distance, Endre set off knowing that even with a whistless flat in his step it would not matter when he would come to Azmaria, for time was irrelevent to them. True, maybe no one can guess why so, but that did not matter at the moment for what brought him out of his stupor of thought was what was ahead of him. Endre stopped in his tracks, particially hidden by the night's natural shadow and under the cover of gothic roof structure. The constant beating on concrete told him something was approaching. Endre's eyes dangerously narrowed as by habit, or maybe it was a conditioned reflex. However, a small form rounded his corner as he was preparing for a confrontation. Instead, what our willful shadow got was a trip into the concrete as he fell off his feet and landed into the floor face first. When he only seconds later pulled himself to see what had undermined him so, streched across his legs was a small child, a boy and his neck scarf tangled at Endre's ankles.

Endre was a bit irritated that such a thing had happened, to him no less a being that in a 1,000 times could have avoided this altogether. `How troublesome...` Endre mused to himself when the tiny form piqueked movement and Endre was stared at by a pair of Amethyst orbs. As Endre observed his alleged attacker, this boy seemed no older than seven at most had chocolate brown silky hair that clung to his face as whispy strands and was incredibly messy he had slender form and the most innocent wide amethyst colored eyes. Endre also noted the baggy clothes and boots on this odd boy. Before Endre could say two words, this child suddenly smacks him in the head. Endre bewildered and now quite irate wishes to impose the meaning of terror upon this unruly child but before...the boy speaks up and his statement catches Endre completely off guard. ``Are you the one who can save me?``.

Endre didn't understand the meaning of this request at all, and hell, he had been around for quite sometime now despite his very youthful appearance. He had the answers to quite a few things that most humans wouldn't even begin to phantom. However, that for a later time he now had to figure out just what this child wanted from him.
The boy not hearing a reply had disappointment cross his features began fiddling with the tied down scarf that clung loosely to his neck for most of it was caught upon Endre's legs.
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