IMP

 "Aria ma n kule"

       He dropped the meal. Even the callous corpse. He was done eating. Hell knew he wasn't satisfied, but he wouldn't keep to such business at what his salient sight had lent him. He wasn't sure whether or not he was rich enough to repay or would be pawned by bruised bankruptcy. He wouldn't be pored by illicit or dimwitted thoughts. There were things he wouldn't savor at the moment. A part of him was grateful to the trunk which had made him stumble. If he hadn't, he probably might had stirred the creature before him and of course, a battle line might had been drawn. He wasn't actually afraid of battle, but he wasn't in for it. He didn't believe in having to fight everything. He believed in dialogue. But if dialogue is crippled, then wanky war would treat. He knew what that meant and the magnanimity of its being. His fate would whisper to him what was expected of him, he would simply ignore. The call of his father was yet ripping off his mental Ken, but he was seasoned enough to ignore those. Of course he was stoic enough to handle those. He could simply work around them. All that mattered.

of time. He needed to see and have time test the odds and supplant a prescription which would be necessary for the ailment. Ah! He wouldn't know what to do and how to do it. He needed no soothsayer. That was if he did know who a soothsayer was. The second part of him wanted him to remain at the spot. If he did stand up, the creature might be stirred, scared and of course would run away. But he needn't be so worried. He needn't be so moved. Hell wrong he was! He needed to be worriedly moved. If he did stand, the creature would run away. To him, the creature looked delicately and wouldn't be willing to fight. And would run away. And he wouldn't watch it run away. He would charge after. Not to harm but to discern. He allowed his instinct savor the aura

back to him. It was standing in the depth of water, as the water sliding from the mountain top graced its shape. Its skin from far was more delicate than his. His obviously was coarse and unpleasant. But that of the creature quite far from him was the opposite. He didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't know what time would supplant. He didn't know what might be lured. He couldn't think straightly.

there he was with the stark truth. He wasn't going to keep pruning lies. He would withstand the rusty reality and pawn it. He didn't care what was or was not going to fall in place. All he cared about was hewning his patience and making absconding tour worth its while. He couldn't nurse any better feeling. How would he. Then, heard the rustles of leaves and crunching of fallen twigs behind him. He didn't want to take his eyes off the new creature, though he had when he had allowed himself to be smothered by throbbing thoughts. If he did look away from the creature, something odd might be supplanted. What he feared