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| Its not much...; Life at apartment 10F | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 1 2007, 03:42 PM (239 Views) | |
| Conall | Mar 1 2007, 03:42 PM Post #1 |
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Tá nocht an droim gan cosaint ón mbráthair
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Conall looked around this dingy apartment. Even the term 'modest' was pushing it. The paper was half peeled off the walls and the ceiling was covered in damp patches. The window at the far end was so grimy you could barely see through it and it was only half safe to assume that somewhere under all the dust the floor hadnt rotted away completely. There was a matress, a small bathroom with a sink, a shower and a toilet and a tiny living room which was totally bare apart from the small pile of faeces in the corner which smellt of cat to him. But that wasnt the only thing that smellt of cat... There was a definate feline scent in the building, but not ordinary feline. He was 80% sure a werecat lived here somewhere. How did he feel about that? Well there was a time when he would have hunted it down and gone for the kill but that was many centuries ago. He had met other werecreatures passed them by without a fight, why should this one bother him. He resigned to leave it alone if it left him alone. If it wanted to fight...well... He sat on the matress and examined his broadsword. It was very sharp. The blade gleamed. It wasnt a particularly decrotive weapon but it was effective. He liked weapons. This sword was all that remained of his last collection. He'd have to start restocking soon. Variety was the spice of life... He took another look around the gloom. 'Its not much," he said to himself. 'But its home.' He almost chuckled at his own joke. |
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