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Sangwa

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The Breath Of The Empire
« on: July 07, 2006, 04:06:16 am »
Sangwa vehemently strikes the fur on his forehead with his left paw. The last stroke comes followed by a confident grin; his daily gift to the the Azure Crystal.

The enkidukai walks elegantly through Hydlaa Plaza, holding to his smilling expression like a limb is held by the torso.

Noticing some characters mumbling the lonely name of the Dark Empire, Sangwa stalls and looks for the nearest elevated place. After reaching the desired location the Empire's Regent suddenly invokes a speech, in a calm, paused voice:

"One is dead when one loses his breath." He chuckles, quickly mentioning the exception the Krans constitute.

"However, some die before losing their breath: Those who lose their will." Taking a deep breath and watching the movement around him, Sangwa continues "I am quite the well versed sage in this matter; I have seen many losing heart and will, handing them over without significant battle to the acid stomach of time. Strong, weak, brave and shy alike. Everyone falls helplessly to the deviant call of the void; forgotten."

"That is why most hold to their lives, claiming ownership over the "here" and "now", attempting to weight on their future and on everyone else's." He laughs coldly, and gazes at the steel temple for a couple of seconds. "But most of them fail. Most of them die before ceasing to breathe. Most of them whimper and crawl away into their dark pits, after failing their attempts at seizing Momentum. Ignorants all of them, for unknowing a simple fact: The quest for life is meant to be omnipresent, eternal. The Dark tides we sometimes face must be taken with as much confidence and joy as the Light that inspires us."

Sangwa's voice grows louder, his eyes sparkling of content "None are as worthy as we, the Dark Imperialists, are to claim this knoweldge and to remain mountains surrounded by sand." The Regent goes back to a calmer speech declaring that "We shall never fear the erosion of the sand, for the wind that carries it against us shall carry it from us."

The old enkidukai gets down from the elevated place and walks aways slowly, chuckling softly.
« Last Edit: July 07, 2006, 04:15:27 pm by Sangwa »
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