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Unforeseen encounters occur all the time, it's something that cant be stopped. That's the reason why they are classified as unforeseen; one's unable to detect what may transpire. A sensation that's endeavour is to hint of conditions that draw near rises up; the explanation with the qualification to give a blurry mental picture/clue however remains a mystery to a degree. The encounter itself could be glorious yet at the same time grasp the unsettling possibility, the contingent transformation into a disastrous environment may very well betide; who's to depict the outcome?
Late one morning (the time around two) a creature housing physical properties that render a 19 year old format is found. He's up to something, this little secret of his kept to himself. His slow rogue like locomotion down an unpaved road would raise question within the minds of those that see him. Who and what is the theme for the undisputed curiosity flowing through the mental spirit found in the heads of organisms whom might be watching. The huntsman could possibly be a hitman who's DNA consists of physics not man; his virtue seems like it, after all his movements are far to flawless. Then again the race of men in this fairly large town called Nocte (KNOCK-tay) Clepix is far outnumbered..
Difficulty is a possibility, who's to spot him? His style in which he moves changes going from what was once a slow stride into full on predator, he seems to be hunting. He's not stalking to sneek up on prey, he's on a mission; the task given to him isn't to deliver a package. Instead he's to deliver death upon a certain individual in paticular. On the left side of him is a beautiful four foot wall made of cement and stone, the large minerals pulled from the earth to add to the mixture of utensils needed for this partition lay within the cement; large smoothed portions stick out on the sides. He's found these types of walls to be helpful in a way his reason soon about to take place. Stopping the sudden halt in movement had been, incapable of being predicted. He's up to something, this mission of his is clearly going to place the male on the other side of the wall where a large house sits.
(The typist for Felix [Fee-lix] Mizaiya [my-zay-yah] is me.)
Late one morning (the time around two) a creature housing physical properties that render a 19 year old format is found. He's up to something, this little secret of his kept to himself. His slow rogue like locomotion down an unpaved road would raise question within the minds of those that see him. Who and what is the theme for the undisputed curiosity flowing through the mental spirit found in the heads of organisms whom might be watching. The huntsman could possibly be a hitman who's DNA consists of physics not man; his virtue seems like it, after all his movements are far to flawless. Then again the race of men in this fairly large town called Nocte (KNOCK-tay) Clepix is far outnumbered..
Difficulty is a possibility, who's to spot him? His style in which he moves changes going from what was once a slow stride into full on predator, he seems to be hunting. He's not stalking to sneek up on prey, he's on a mission; the task given to him isn't to deliver a package. Instead he's to deliver death upon a certain individual in paticular. On the left side of him is a beautiful four foot wall made of cement and stone, the large minerals pulled from the earth to add to the mixture of utensils needed for this partition lay within the cement; large smoothed portions stick out on the sides. He's found these types of walls to be helpful in a way his reason soon about to take place. Stopping the sudden halt in movement had been, incapable of being predicted. He's up to something, this mission of his is clearly going to place the male on the other side of the wall where a large house sits.
(The typist for Felix [Fee-lix] Mizaiya [my-zay-yah] is me.)
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