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Marchxides memory 1Standing in the middle of his room, Marchxides was looking in his mirror. He traced the outline of his face in the reflection and paused as the image of his younger face came to his mind. Bright blue eyes and stark white hair stare into a mirror. There wasn't a single scar, piercing, or tattoo on his face. He wore a short sleeved blue shirt and a pair of brown pants. His black cuffs hung loosely around his wrists. A black and neon green striped cat sat on the top of the mirror, it's mouth moving as it spoke to him.
"It's a big day for you isn't it, Arch?" The calm soothing voice said.
He looked up at the cat's bright yellow eyes and grinned, nodding. "Yeah!" It was the first day that Yen Sid was going to let him work on a spell by himself. He had tied his hair back, both blue eyes bright and shining as he reached up and took down the cat, petting it's head lightly. The cat purred and nuzzled into his hand.
"Is that all that's today?" the cat mussed.
"No." He almost giggled. "I get t
March Event: Heartless ThiefMarchxides growled under his breath as he walked towards the strange creature that he had managed to capture in the trap he had made. His heavy foot steps echoed off the walls. Picking up the cage he gazed at the creature that danced in it's cage. It always looked like it was dancing, bright yellow eyes glistening against it's dark face. Curls of darkness came off it's back and it had a long whip like tail. It looked almost like a dragon with a flat face and long pointed toes. It lashed out at March, slashing his arm. Startled, the man dropped the cage. He looked at his bleeding forearm before looking down at the creature. Snarling, he lifted his foot high and brought it down with full force on the cage. Not only did it crumple like paper under the force, but the creature inside let out a squeal before dissolving.
Glancing around, he looked at his surroundings. He was in the middle of a garden it seemed like, though most of the plants were unkempt or dead. Behind him, a large dark cast
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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