I have been here before! What in the hell is happening? Ðormogas is still barren as ever. I always believe in how liable this place will be and I really do not care at all how this plane will recover in the future. Yes, I remember who this guy is. Yes! He was the one who led us in my syndicate years. When I am reminiscing about his name, I can't recall. He was of a canine-descent. He was tall, taller than me for about the size of my hand (fully stretched open palm). He had a well-composed and tranquil personality. His anthropomorphic features were his pointed ears situated to both of his temples, though still, having his demi-human ears - in general, he had four ears. Also, in his lower extremities, his legs were composed of resembling quadrupedal creatures - hind limb structure. He was pretty averagely well-built in terms of muscle mass. And this event flashing before my eyes, was the time when our leader was detained. The plan was to abduct the heir of an important figure to use him as a collateral. The preparation was jeopardized because several amongst the faction in the group must have snitched and as a way to switch sides to the constabulary. A fraction of us who were loyal to the code was apprehended. It was palpable that I was going to get caught.
"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?" the words that I want to utter from my lips reckon to be silent, as I can only hear it inside of my head.
I had had thousands of a thousand steps treading from city-to-city to flee from the pursuants. The police and the traitors. I was so obnoxious to my surroundings where it transformed the ambiance into a killing zone. I never had to confide in people, albeit, I had the money to purchase anything. I wanted to eat but every time I got into a situation of trading, their faces spawned before me. I wished to buy clothes to conceal myself, however, the same apparel still I had since the great escape. During the chase, I couldn't even take a repose in bed or out in the open. If I desired to withstand against the odds of betrayal and repression whilst maintaining my welfare, I often slept in the gutters, inundated waters, and even pig pens just to love for another day! Wazsch (Vash) was my last destination of my struggle. My knees, my ankles, the sole of my feet gave up. I did accept the course of my fate that either I was going to the brimstone of the abyss or gone rotting to an oubliette.
"Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…" trying to raise my voice, however, the same result as is.
I bumped into a lady who was dressed in a style of peplos. Her corset and her brassiere was sported outside the clothing. Talking about peculiarity. I did know that the person I collided with was a female. Deriving to the fact that the person was running in a curtsy holding both of the penultimate fringes of the skirt while swaying her arms. Well, I just had often assumed it. Thus, she had possessed a shawl covering her entire lower face. I got enthralled by her eyes and the details of her sultry leer. Her left eye has a color hazelnut brown as her right eye is composed of between and of along the hue of aquamarine and light green - both of them had me concede. By the way, I did stumble on my knees as I had had countless attempts to recuperate my footing. It was so embarrassing that I was toppled by a lady.
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"Hello, mister… are you alright?" she asked about my welfare and all.
"Never been better… thanks for the trouble, lady." I said, as I threatened with dreadful swings of my scabbard - sheathed blade.
She did shriek not nor induced to yelp. And as I was thinking during the scene, she was either: 'she must be out of her mind', 'she might have a massive cojones for feminine like her to confront an armed individual such as me', or 'she did notice me hobbling and frail'.
She did display not a sign of fear in lieu she do uttered: "I thought you, mister, is or are inquiring for help yet I did offer my service upon you. Your eyes sought to receive relief, thus, here I am." as the audacity of her was getting ahead of herself, trying to exude her sympathy to me.
"I am a felon. You might consider coming close to me. Otherwise,..." I stuttered, where I did know I should not be doing that, however,-...
"Or else what? Did a cat catch your tongue, mister?" as she grew confidence when arguing with me, asserting her superiority.
"Don't brandish that cute knife of yours towards me…" she implied, whereas she caught me by my shoulders clinging closer to me as my body did implode.
"See, mister? Save your breath for later. Let me just help you. That is the least I do." she finished, as we headed to a parlor saloon.
I got cleaned up. My unkempt hair did manage to get back to its initial status. Reinvigorated. Same whiff as she had, as far as I could recall. Lavender-scented. And after I got my restoration, she gave me an invitation to a ball. Of course, at that time, I had never been to an event like that. I did not have the strength to decline her offer, so it was because she helped me to get clean and dress and all. It would be an impertinent behavior, if I were to refuse her tribute. As we were about to reach the venue, it was a classy restaurant.
“I thought you had been booked to a ball party? What is this?” I couldn’t help but be confused, so I asked about what was going on.
Whereby, we have trodden inside of it as the venue was entirely majestic and extravagant. We were in a secluded place during that time, I thought: “For now, those pesky chasers won’t be going to bother looking for me.” as I sighed for a bit. She dropped a napkin and a handkerchief provided by the receptionist. Did she do that deliberately? I did know that I was oblivious at that time if she did that on purpose. By the way, we were all alone in this bistro yet classy and elegant for the lofty likes of her.