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Sat, Sep. 10th, 2005, 08:12 pm
sits_tall: ~grins~ Interesting, indeed.

Well, I suppose I have been waiting for this for a long time, so...

I suppose I am simply a hanger on, though, admittedly, that is not by choice. I was killed in the midst of a battle. The particulars and names really matter little, I doubt many would know them, anyway. Still, just as I was departing, something, or someone, informed me of how stupid that was, and that I still had work to do, but it did not matter, because I was still going to do it anyway.

And so I found myself standing above my body, looking down, and knowing that I was no longer of that plane of existence. And then I heard a child crying, from beneath his dead mother. I knew her, had grown up with her. She was tribe and packmate to me. I knew what had to be done, and so I took the child away from the carnage. And that was how it all started. I have followed her line down through him for centuries, playing guardian and adviser.

... ~grins~ It is actually rather fun....