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Post by forzin on Aug 12, 2008 2:22:14 GMT -5
Akain collapsed on a rock, under the shade of a tree, glaring at his trusty battle axe.
Dragging it along was no longer the simple task it used to be; part of him knew that it was a waste of effort to carry it, but a more irrational part of his mind steadfastly refused to get rid of it. It had been with him since he started on his path, and it was going to be with him when the path reached it's end.
Sighing, he leant against the tree. He hated being old. He was starting to feel more and more useless with each passing day. He let his eyes slip close as the cool shade danced across his fur, keeping the heat at bay.
Maybe... maybe he could rest for little bit. Yeah. That sounded good. Just a little bit, so he could regain his strength.
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