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Post by swordsman on Aug 6, 2016 13:39:29 GMT
black. that was the color, of the lines that streaked through the dried grass. a cause for attention. like spoiled children, they screamed in want of someone to notice them.
the energy that coursed within the leylines had grown excited. it twisted his stomach into knots.
ever since he had set foot in lafayette, he felt sick to his stomach. the feeling only worsened as his sixth sense brought him to the bayou morgan. he only had himself to curse for following his curiosity. a hound trained to follow a scent would always press its nose closely to the trail and follow it.
the spiritual energy in the leylines coursed again. stronger, wilder, as rolling waves of energy that could shatter rocks, had any been in their way. it went against what he knew, of the flow of nature. yet it did not feel wrong.
two more steps, and he was in the eye of the storm. and just like the eye of the storm, it was peaceful.
'was it you.'
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Post by luzifer on Aug 7, 2016 13:14:11 GMT
Sihuanaba was a place for those attuned to the spirit world and other realms. Luzifer might have been one of them had it been a different time and world. Right now, he was in no way able to tap into the spiritual energy that the ley lines held within them. He turned to face the speaker. The person seemed to be accusing him of something. Luzifer glanced around himself. Ah, was it the blackened lines that led to the centre of the ring of trees? If that was the case, then yes, it would seem that it was a reaction to his presence. Luzifer counted nine of them. "That seems the case," he readily admitted, "Are you the guardian of this sacred area?" He didn't know if such a person existed. He'd heard no such thing from the locals, but then again, it wasn't like the locals made lines as black as the trees appear on the grass. Most of them stayed away from the area, if at all. swordsman
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