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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 3:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 3:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 6:26 pm
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Ren was dead. Lenore killed him. Ultimately, she came to this conclusion. And the epiphany only made her hate herself. She slumped in the sand, tears sprawling out of her gold eyes, which were dulling now. Her injuries were healed, which must've recovered while she was asleep. But the rips and stains on her shirt, she knew this wasn't a dream. So Ren must be dead. Gone. But this did not explain why she was here. She wiped at her eyes madly, trying to rid of her tears despite her heavy sadness.
Lenore swallowed a lump in her throat, bending over herself, shuttering twice before rising. She stood straight, alas wiping her eyes for the last time. She was in pain, but she must rise to the occasion. She must find the purpose she was here. Lenore gave a deep breath, her eyes finally going back to normal, and her body relaxing from its previous tension. She stood there for a long time in the sand, the sea wind blowing her wheat colored hair. She peeled off her two jackets, seeing how it was warmer here. Before she was...transported here, Lenore was in a snowy climate. So it didn't make sense to wear such heavy clothes. Lenore shook out her limps, before turning to the sea, her face feeling tight because of the dried tears. It was pretty. The sight. Lenore felt she didn't deserve to look at such a thing when she had murdered so many people, especially someone she loved the most. Lenore turned away, but was caught with a sound afar. Her vampiric senses perked, her ears picking up some footsteps in the sand. She lifted her head, her animalistic gaze finding a dark figure in the distance.
Lenore stood still, watching the silhouette turn into a girl in dark clothes. She looked out of place, perhaps as lost as she was. Lenore waited, but was very cautious. She would kill this girl if she proved a threat to Lenore, and lifted her arms defensively but gracefully.
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