Whispers of Cove
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« on: April 20, 2005, 03:54:14 pm » |
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The sun had set.
The dark figure peered onward at the peasants going about their evening business. Some stumbled from too much ale from the tavern, and others began to mutter their nightly prayers to the Avatar. The figure grinned as he pondered over the Covians' abstract Avatari beliefs, trying to find some sense in devoting themselves in such a manner, and bowing down to one God.
He noticed a young peasant woman alone, finishing up some duties on the farm. Watching her tender skin and the life within her, he became engrossed... and began to creep slowly toward her. If it were not for the rowdy startle of guardsmen patrolling the town, this woman would have surely perished...
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