Post by Asra on Jul 28, 2009 18:03:41 GMT -5
Asra stood there in front of the grave with tears in her eyes. She'd had the dream again. The dream where she went berserk and killed her father while he was asleep. Why did that dream keep haunting her? She shook her head and wiped her eyes before she thought any more about it. One shouldn't dwell on the past, she thought to herself.
D dismounted his horse and walked into the cemetery hoping that his lead wasn't false. He wandered down an isle of headstones and noticed a girl, no by the smell of her she was a Dhampire, in front of a headstone. Was she here to visit a loved one who died?
"Of course D! Why else would someone be here?" the parasite on his hand said.
D dismounted his horse and walked into the cemetery hoping that his lead wasn't false. He wandered down an isle of headstones and noticed a girl, no by the smell of her she was a Dhampire, in front of a headstone. Was she here to visit a loved one who died?
"Of course D! Why else would someone be here?" the parasite on his hand said.