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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/30/2016 12:47:29 AM
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[spoiler]Sorry for the late reply. I just haven't found time in between gaming and other things.[/spoiler] [b]The corpse slowly lifts it's head to look at the knight. It's face and skin a pale white and it's eyes lacking irises and even pupils, leaving it a colorless husk aside from a few strands of brown, blonde, and gray hair; some of the strands going as far as its neck.[/b]
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Well, this is...strange...
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[b]It can be heard breathing as it stares blankly. A white, aged feather can be seen clutched tightly in its left hand.[/b]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/3/2016 1:53:56 AM~Ornstein stares back curiously... Then he remembered it. All of it. Anor Londo. The Undead Knight. Smough. All of it... ~Ornstein quickly draws his spear, and points it at the Undead's throat, with fury in his eyes~ What...do...you...want?
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[b]It pays no attention to the spear pointed at its throat and simply speaks in a raspy, hushed tone to the knight.[/b] "Why out of all the people here am I the one who gets the strangest looks? Sure I'm a rotting excuse for a corse but I'm not really a threat." [b]It lets out a heavy sigh before continuing.[/b] "You can kill me if you would like to. Not that it would do anything." [b]The creature then mumbles under its breath, something about a curse can be heard but the rest is impossible to decipher.[/b]
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A curse... Undead... No matter what, you'll always come back, won't you? I know about your kind, after all. The only reason that I target you is because I know what you are capable of. One of...you...destroyed everything. Smough. Anor Londo. Gwyn. It's all gone. Because of you and your kind.
