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| Esteban | Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:24 pm Post #16 |
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Fortunetly, Esteban was sleeping a bit more lightly that he wanted to be. He yawned and strecthed but when suddenly he heard the footsteps. He listened to them carefully. What was going on? Why was there someone on the roof? Why it's seems like trouble was following since he met this pirate? He raised from his bed and walked toward the door. Maybe it was somekind of assasin to take down Zegram? In that case, he had to see hiow his new partner was doing? He entered the hallway, the footsteps were still there but lighter. He walked to the pirate's room. There was no sound. Suspicious. He charged his shoulder into the door and slammed it open. Empty? He looked around, no trace of the man. Where did he went? Perhaps he was kidnapped? Professionals? So that pirate maybe was more important then he thought. The half-demon noticed the parts of the broken window on the floor of the room. Nervous, he called out."Zegram? Where are you?" There was no other choice. He had tp fly out and look. He spread his white wings out of his dark cloak but hide his face. No half-demon would ever be accepted, in this world. So he flew out of the window, his head covered by the cloak and his white wings in the middle of the night looking like something holy even thoughit's demon wings. "Zegram?" |
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