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ru'in I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go The colt, now much more man than boy, followed dutifully. That was his lot in life, following and obeying. Yet without Romina's prominent presence in his mind and at his side, he'd begun to wander. He found himself farther and farther away from her, both mentally and physically, the feeling was somewhat exhilarating. It was like being perched precariously at the edge of a cliff. It was both amazing and terrifying, and although logic told him that he should step back, that he should find his dainty twin, still he walked along the edge, as if daring himself to find the courage to jump. There were many who wandered here from the Basin, and Ru'in had no trouble keeping up. His massive strides overtook many, and the voice in his head leading him towards the Rotunda was easy to follow. As he arrived, he was not surprised to see Kisamoa addressing a small group who had arrived earlier. The colt halted, tusks pointed towards the beast as he addressed them, telling him of his plans and finally revealing what it was he needed their assistance with. Ru'in wasn't terribly interested, and his eyes skirted the crowd, searching first for Romina, and then for the fiery fox-backed girl. It had been weeks since he'd seen her...and yet ... she hadn't left his mind. Swallowing hard, Ru'in tried to focus on what Kisamoa was saying, lest his normally stoney face betray his thoughts. |
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SWP :: And so it begins
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