Post by MAXIMILLION on Nov 5, 2012 19:32:48 GMT -5
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The day was riddled with Rebel like activity; activity that varied from Royal Interrogation, to extreme violence. But, for the sake of this beautiful land, it must be done. The activities took the entire day; from sun raise to sundown. And Ezekiel found himself at the highest point upon the lifelike ship known as The Krisan ship. Even through it's thick wood and iron like frame, Ezekiel could clearly hear the lesser Rebels below him in the dinning hall indulging in delicious food and the best ale he could possibly find within this land. Just hearing the men women, and even children alike laughing made Ezekiel warm inside."This is what its about, making a difference for the greater good and keeping our spirits high."
The Rebel laid on his back; his piercing black optics glancing directly upwards at the endless sea of stars above him. While he looked at the glowing cosmic orbs, Ezekiel took a long swig from the wooden flask within his grasp. The devil brew slid down his throat; the smooth bitter sweet substance sending somewhat of a relaxing chill up his spine. Suddenly, while in his state of peace and relaxation. A massive "BOOM" overtook the entire ship; rocking the large structure from side to side. With a confused look etched across his smooth chocolate toned face, Ezekiel listened to the surroundings for a bit. Almost instantly afterwards, laughter overtook the lower quarters of the ship.
"Demolition group playing with their equipment."
The white-haired male chuckled slightly to himself as the tip of the wooden flask made its way to his plump lips yet again. But, to Ezekiel's surprise, only little droplets of Ale touched his tongue. The look of disappointment quickly overtook his face as he held the wooden flask up to his face and looked through the hole; as if the Ale was playing tricks on him. He shook the flask vigorously from left to right before exhaling a sigh of annoyance. Ezekiel clipped the container back upon his waist, laced his arms behind his head, and released a yawn of exhaustion. All while his eyes remained on the stars overhead.
"One day this land shall know the true meaning of peace and salvation. But, until that day, I must keep pushing forward and answer the weeping calls of nature. Only then can I find true inner peace..."
His eyes slowly began closing; the soothing bobbing of the ship caused Ezekiel's exhaustion to grow greater and greater. He exhaled yet another yawn before he slowly started drifting off into slumber.
"Just wish I had a little more Ale. Why must these demons haunt me so?"
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