KingHandsomeigg

iggregister
SERVER: Server 60 (Golden Plains)
USERID: 179233117
IGN: KingHandsome
Level 47 Knight (no star)
Leader of GeniusHunter
She momentarily froze as her eyes first set on those sun-scorched sand. I've bee
n much too used with that blank stare of hers: two pieces of leaf-shaped, leaf-l
ight snow that sometimes look at me although I know they don't. Many times had i
t been a Greedy Devil more than twice as tall and several times stronger, threa
tening some swift, brutal surge of gigantic, platinum-plated fists yet how poise
dly those eyes remained distant, cold, and silent. At nights in Hope Canyon, whe
never I light the fireplace, I move further when the warmth, however slight, see
med to hurt. But she, she doesn't seem to care at all whether she's hurt. Often
she doesn't move. But when she looks at me, but what bothers me is that I'm quit
e have no littlest hint of anger. I stare at the blank walls of my bed during t
hose cold nights, and I slowly begin to understand her sadness.
I let her stay at the van if that was her choice. For me, I just play the flute,
no matter how out of tune, atop a big semi-sedimentary rock after some soaking
with sea water.
khigg
iggregister
Shivra was what they called her because she used to shiver whenever she went thr
ee feet outside of her frozen cave shelter in the Arctics.
I tried to drive slowly as the sun set and we finally went home. She still sits
nonchalantly at the backseat like some pet robot who would move only when summon
ed.
I've thought of this very well for many months but I still feel some weakness in
my nerves to do what I needed to do. If it is what will make her happy I must l
et her go.
I opened the backdoor and motioned my hands for her to get out. She seemed to un
derstand what my gesture meant.
She went still for what looked like a day as I stared at her. And then I quickly
turned away when I began to feel my cheeks somewhat burning.
or whether no one cares at her at all