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discedo_logs2008-07-17 11:57 pm
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Entry tags:
[Backdated; In Progress]
Who: Celena/Dilandau and open to anyone.
Where: An alley on Gohl.
When: After this entry.
Rating: PG-13, most likely.
Summary: After finding himself with a rat tail and whiskers, Dilandau went a bitmore psychotic and cut off his tail. The pain and shock caused him to revert back to Celena before she wandered off aimlessly, leaving a trail of blood from east Latimir to an alley on Gohl that any passerby could see. (At the start of the trail, one would find Dilandau's sword along with the severed tail.)
the log:
Eventually Celena finally stopped walking to slump down and curl up beside the wall of a building, sniffling and rubbing her nose. She'd slowly calmed down the farther she walked, not for any particular reason; her mind was clouded and the pain seemed distant and not her own. Her surroundings were a meaningless haze, familiar yet unimportant.
She sat back against the wall behind her, tugging lightly at the bloodied hem of her shirt. Her other hand found a pebble, and she lifted it above her head, looking up at it with an absent grin.
Where: An alley on Gohl.
When: After this entry.
Rating: PG-13, most likely.
Summary: After finding himself with a rat tail and whiskers, Dilandau went a bit
the log:
Eventually Celena finally stopped walking to slump down and curl up beside the wall of a building, sniffling and rubbing her nose. She'd slowly calmed down the farther she walked, not for any particular reason; her mind was clouded and the pain seemed distant and not her own. Her surroundings were a meaningless haze, familiar yet unimportant.
She sat back against the wall behind her, tugging lightly at the bloodied hem of her shirt. Her other hand found a pebble, and she lifted it above her head, looking up at it with an absent grin.