I don't own these people, and considering all the others who want to, I'm not even gonna think about trying to change that.
-I'd never realized how quiet things are when you travel alone, until I started to travel with others. I was never really comfortable with them, but they at least tried to understand me. Of them, I'd have to say I miss Hanpan the most. While the other two were entertaining, the wind mouse knew when it was best to be quiet, while Jack and Cecilia seemed to have it in their heads that chatter was a cure-all. I miss them, but not too much.-
Closing the book, the man sighed, and leaned against the tree he was using for support. He smiled slightly as his bangs, which hung into his face, rustled with even that slight exhalation, and tickled his nose. The youth he had been seemed to still be. His body had grown a little taller, but he'd gotten no more broad in the shoulders, nor had his muscles developed any, continuing to belie the strength within them. The red band he'd formerly used to tie back his hair was long gone. It had torn in two some time ago. He'd kept the pieces for a time, until he'd had to part with his human friends. When the three had separated, he'd given the two halves to each of them. He'd never gotten around to replacing them either.
~Things aren't getting any quieter. You'd think that after defeating the demons, all the monsters would disappear, but they haven't. It's still tremendously dangerous for villagers to try to travel from town to city to village. I suppose that's why no one thinks too hard about my continued existence. I never would have guessed that I could live so long. I don't even look more than twenty years old, and I know that Cecilia and Jack both died almost thirty ago.~
He stood slowly. He hadn't seemed to age, and he couldn't quite figure out why. He shouldn't be immortal, or else he'd have started off at a certain age, right? He couldn't shake the thought that there was a bigger reason for his continued existence, other than mere longevity of metallic objects. He walked to the edge of the cliff line, where a wooden cross was embedded in the ground. He'd replaced it a few times, as weather is not kind to wood, and sometimes he wondered if it would be better to stop replacing it, or to replace it with metal. But then he'd smile at himself, and remind himself that the wood kept him coming back, to continue paying his respects to Grandfather Zepet.
The sun lowered over the horizon ponderously, dripping its rays across the waters that lie beneath the mountain ridges. The late spring breezes blew gently through the trees in the valleys that were watered by the springs and ponds. Rudy closed his eyes, and smiled one more time as a breeze feathered his hair across his eyes like the hands of friends and his Grandfather so long ago.
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I think I may be better suited to the more introspective characters. I don't know why (I'm one of the noisiest people around ;) .)
-I'd never realized how quiet things are when you travel alone, until I started to travel with others. I was never really comfortable with them, but they at least tried to understand me. Of them, I'd have to say I miss Hanpan the most. While the other two were entertaining, the wind mouse knew when it was best to be quiet, while Jack and Cecilia seemed to have it in their heads that chatter was a cure-all. I miss them, but not too much.-
Closing the book, the man sighed, and leaned against the tree he was using for support. He smiled slightly as his bangs, which hung into his face, rustled with even that slight exhalation, and tickled his nose. The youth he had been seemed to still be. His body had grown a little taller, but he'd gotten no more broad in the shoulders, nor had his muscles developed any, continuing to belie the strength within them. The red band he'd formerly used to tie back his hair was long gone. It had torn in two some time ago. He'd kept the pieces for a time, until he'd had to part with his human friends. When the three had separated, he'd given the two halves to each of them. He'd never gotten around to replacing them either.
~Things aren't getting any quieter. You'd think that after defeating the demons, all the monsters would disappear, but they haven't. It's still tremendously dangerous for villagers to try to travel from town to city to village. I suppose that's why no one thinks too hard about my continued existence. I never would have guessed that I could live so long. I don't even look more than twenty years old, and I know that Cecilia and Jack both died almost thirty ago.~
He stood slowly. He hadn't seemed to age, and he couldn't quite figure out why. He shouldn't be immortal, or else he'd have started off at a certain age, right? He couldn't shake the thought that there was a bigger reason for his continued existence, other than mere longevity of metallic objects. He walked to the edge of the cliff line, where a wooden cross was embedded in the ground. He'd replaced it a few times, as weather is not kind to wood, and sometimes he wondered if it would be better to stop replacing it, or to replace it with metal. But then he'd smile at himself, and remind himself that the wood kept him coming back, to continue paying his respects to Grandfather Zepet.
The sun lowered over the horizon ponderously, dripping its rays across the waters that lie beneath the mountain ridges. The late spring breezes blew gently through the trees in the valleys that were watered by the springs and ponds. Rudy closed his eyes, and smiled one more time as a breeze feathered his hair across his eyes like the hands of friends and his Grandfather so long ago.
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I think I may be better suited to the more introspective characters. I don't know why (I'm one of the noisiest people around ;) .)