Post by punkem on Nov 22, 2010 17:50:30 GMT -5
How much is real? So much to question...an epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything when thought came from the heart it never did right from the start.
The time currently is half past three in the afternoon. The river in this forest looks remarkably peaceful, that is if you discount the fact that there are no animals in plain sight. There are trees upon trees upon trees while at the other side of the river were guess what...even more trees. But there is a road like gap near the river, which shows that people have been through here from time to time. The nearest thing to the river is a huge rock and against this rock is a round shield with a horn in front of it.
Yet the thing most noticeable about the deeply steep river is the bubbles flooding about in the middle of the river. The bubbling suddenly built up in size and speed until a head popped out. This was the head of the head of the brown-haired William Von Wilkstein. As soon as the head came out the upper body followed out the word. In the male's right hand is his sword and when he swam toward the rock, it was revealed that William is holding a lot of fish, in his left hand.
Silverwood made his way back onto the land and placed all the fish into a pile before sitting down, next to his shield. In his wet clothing Wilko began to wipe some blood off his own sword while each fish as a visible stab wound right in the middle of them. Strangely the twenty-seven year old seem to be whistling, in his naturally dark accent, while cleaning his blade. It almost seemed like the male has finally let down his cautiousness about the surrounding environment…but while the outside look completely peaceful, inside Will’s head however is a different story. His mind seem to be clouded by his past, the present and his possible future.
The thoughts of killing the man he considered as a father lingers in one area while the ring on his necklace is another lingering thought. The question of William’s identity, Von Wilkstein or Silverwood, has made his dreams feel claustrophobic. The memory of when Wilko eradicated a person who brought the darkness to his once beautiful kingdom and what happened afterward seem to have made it painful for the male to even breathe. What will happen if Will manages to find his identity? What will happen then? What will happen if the male never knows his true surname? How can Silverwood even move on with these questions in his head? Truth be told WVW doesn’t know any answer for any of these questions…yet that seem to only motivate the dark-hearted male to steel his way onwards toward his grail. The answers for his question and the truth of his identity.
Right now Will has managed to clean all the blood from his sword and picked up his horn. He then put his lips around the tiny end before blowing into it. This caused a hugely loud noise yet it also seem to improve William’s motivation. “Well…I’ve missed lunch and I am unable to carry all five fishes back to that village by myself…I could eat a couple and carry the three to the village…but I get a lot more money from five fishes then from three…” the male suddenly stopped speaking as he spotted a couple of tracks. One assembled the paws of a bear while the other assemble a footprint.
This did cause Silverwood to leave the fishes and the horn by the shield, go to the tracks and crouched down by them, possibly to check them. “This must be a male bear…it was wounded but it looks like it only came for a drink and a meal…yesterday.” As soon as William muttered that to himself he looked at the footprint “obliviously human…I guess…quite light…maybe a male…no, this is a footprint of a female who has came by here…” he went into an awkward silence. The brown-haired male realised that this set of footprints was only set a couple of mere minutes ago, while his was swimming for fish. After a couple more seconds of this silence WVW decided to walk back to his things.
Yet instead of grabbing them the male started to shout out these words “hello, any woman there? The clouds look fun today…anyone there?” Von Wilkstein knew he was partly and unwillingly revealing his location to any form of threat by doing this yet Will probably want to know if there is indeed someone else in the area.
TBCB: She'll Know
Extra Note: Sorry for taking so long, and sorry if it ain't good.
Contaminating everything when thought came from the heart it never did right from the start.
The time currently is half past three in the afternoon. The river in this forest looks remarkably peaceful, that is if you discount the fact that there are no animals in plain sight. There are trees upon trees upon trees while at the other side of the river were guess what...even more trees. But there is a road like gap near the river, which shows that people have been through here from time to time. The nearest thing to the river is a huge rock and against this rock is a round shield with a horn in front of it.
Yet the thing most noticeable about the deeply steep river is the bubbles flooding about in the middle of the river. The bubbling suddenly built up in size and speed until a head popped out. This was the head of the head of the brown-haired William Von Wilkstein. As soon as the head came out the upper body followed out the word. In the male's right hand is his sword and when he swam toward the rock, it was revealed that William is holding a lot of fish, in his left hand.
Silverwood made his way back onto the land and placed all the fish into a pile before sitting down, next to his shield. In his wet clothing Wilko began to wipe some blood off his own sword while each fish as a visible stab wound right in the middle of them. Strangely the twenty-seven year old seem to be whistling, in his naturally dark accent, while cleaning his blade. It almost seemed like the male has finally let down his cautiousness about the surrounding environment…but while the outside look completely peaceful, inside Will’s head however is a different story. His mind seem to be clouded by his past, the present and his possible future.
The thoughts of killing the man he considered as a father lingers in one area while the ring on his necklace is another lingering thought. The question of William’s identity, Von Wilkstein or Silverwood, has made his dreams feel claustrophobic. The memory of when Wilko eradicated a person who brought the darkness to his once beautiful kingdom and what happened afterward seem to have made it painful for the male to even breathe. What will happen if Will manages to find his identity? What will happen then? What will happen if the male never knows his true surname? How can Silverwood even move on with these questions in his head? Truth be told WVW doesn’t know any answer for any of these questions…yet that seem to only motivate the dark-hearted male to steel his way onwards toward his grail. The answers for his question and the truth of his identity.
Right now Will has managed to clean all the blood from his sword and picked up his horn. He then put his lips around the tiny end before blowing into it. This caused a hugely loud noise yet it also seem to improve William’s motivation. “Well…I’ve missed lunch and I am unable to carry all five fishes back to that village by myself…I could eat a couple and carry the three to the village…but I get a lot more money from five fishes then from three…” the male suddenly stopped speaking as he spotted a couple of tracks. One assembled the paws of a bear while the other assemble a footprint.
This did cause Silverwood to leave the fishes and the horn by the shield, go to the tracks and crouched down by them, possibly to check them. “This must be a male bear…it was wounded but it looks like it only came for a drink and a meal…yesterday.” As soon as William muttered that to himself he looked at the footprint “obliviously human…I guess…quite light…maybe a male…no, this is a footprint of a female who has came by here…” he went into an awkward silence. The brown-haired male realised that this set of footprints was only set a couple of mere minutes ago, while his was swimming for fish. After a couple more seconds of this silence WVW decided to walk back to his things.
Yet instead of grabbing them the male started to shout out these words “hello, any woman there? The clouds look fun today…anyone there?” Von Wilkstein knew he was partly and unwillingly revealing his location to any form of threat by doing this yet Will probably want to know if there is indeed someone else in the area.
TBCB: She'll Know
Extra Note: Sorry for taking so long, and sorry if it ain't good.