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 Created on 2-4-08
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The boy sat silently above her on the ceiling of the room with his legs crossed. He chuckled a little into his hand as he looked down at her grinning a wide smile spread across his face. He stood up and quickly jumped down to land in front of her and place his arm across his waist as he bowed and spoke. "Hello....Brittany...." the man spoke out.
He said as he lifted his head up he stood straight up and looked her in the eye as he slid both hands into the singular pocket of his hoody. "How are you?"
As she turned around to get a look at his face, her grey skin shined as her orange tattoo shimmered upon her cheeks. "Well, Hello," she said. She smiles and bows back too show gratitude. "I am most utterly fine. What about you?"
The boy shook his head making his shaggy hair move to and from until he stopped. "The same old...same old..." He sighed. "Doesn't ever change....Although...." He walked a little closer towards her so that he stood closer to her. "Talking to you might change that...." He scratched the top of his head right behind his furry black ears as he turned his head to the side and upwards for no reason but was looking her up and down from the corner of his eye.
She sighed as though she was gloomy and wondrous about things in her mind. "Most people think that and some don't give a damn. Everyone thinks that when they talk to someone their emotions change, but they must realize that not all things can be solved by talking. If there is something that person wants then they need to be forceful and take what they want." She looked at him as she slightly smiled.
He closed his eyes as his head hung down a smile spread across his face. "Your really right Brittany...But even if somethings don't really get better by talking..." As he spoke he slowly walked towards her till her stood behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist in some sort of small hug as he laid his head on her shoulder whispering into her ear. "Why not at least try Brittany?...So...why do you sound so gloomy?..." He said this softly and quietly as his head was laying on her shoulder, his ears drooped down laying against the top of his head. His normally hyper wagging tail was, slowly moving back and forth and wrapping around his leg.
She smiled with a simple grin. "Because that is my nature, love. Life begins and then it will soon end. I've always been gloomy after my last master had fallen ill. He died and that was over thousands of years. I may only look but the age of 17." Her grey skin shinned as the sun rose from the gloomy night. "I am only but a died body as my wondrous soul searches for a master."
He nuzzled his head softly against her neck as he closed his eyes to the rising sun. "Someone to serve....until death does thee part...." He grinned as a small short laugh came from his chest. "Oh how lucky they are....those who have masters to serve...I sometimes wish...I could share their luck...and maybe have a slave..or at least be one...have you ever thought of being a master Brittany?"
She sighs as she stairs at the sun rise. "Because being a slave means I at least have a chance to have someone love me. Being a master would just hurt me to much, I don't know why though." She smiled as she looked at the sun rise one last time, she said something softly and then the sun vanished.
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