he sits in his cold room, the air is warm on his cold flesh. his once warm tan body now has been reduced to snow white.
he removes his chains and rings he places them into the small shaft in the wall. soon follows the three vails of his own blood. he makes no noise, no emotion in his face. he then throws down some rubies, all 7 the size of a nickle. then his sword, retracted into its handle, just the way he made it. and lastly, the pendant and dagger his sire had given him.
he lifts the stone brickle and places it back over the hole. one can barly notice it is loose.


(...just for me later...so i remember this. >=-) :lol:

((np Rofellos, sounds interesting :smile:

::must buy milk:: <--- just for me later so I'll remember :lol: :lol: :lol:

~batty~

(( rofellos you know what that means your getting old :lol: :lol: :lol: ;) ))