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Even though I've escaped the wilderness of oblivion I still can't remember Every time I trace my memory I lose sight of it in the same place I fall into repetitions of the same thing Over and over again Now that I've been reborn, I wander even more let us end this By our own action
Life as a bluer can be stressful. With the amount of paperwork to do and God knows how many square feet of land to secure, being a bluer can seriously shorten one's life. Even though each city was ruled by a clan and an adviser, it was the blue clan's duty to watch over the safety of the citizens on Raduga. They were the bad-ass cops of the world.
"What the hell are you talking about Raz? Seriously!" One of the clansmen managed to pull himself together and spoke, while the others cackled at the lengthy speech from the red-haired senior about 'Bluer: the savior of humanity". The younger recruit looked up on the rooftop where Raziel was crouching like an animal. "You need to stop spreading weird ideals, Raz."
Red and yellow eyes glanced down to where the group of blue clansmen were sitting. He grinned and shrugged. "It's not weird. We are bluers, we are so awesome we have our own prison cells!" he said nonchalantly. The clansmen laughed even more. He felt accomplished listening to their cackles and laughter. He got up, brushed his pants and started walking along the edge of the rooftop. Another of the clansmen spoke, "Where are you going?" He stopped, turned his head behind and grinned sheepishly. "To see the king of course." He continued walking, turning deaf to whatever that came out from the men's mouths. He heard one of them said "Raz's the king's lapdog" followed by "the king took pity on him and recruited him". He jumped down and sighed. He was not bothered by it even a little. He does not need their recognition at all. In fact, he could proudly say he was better than them- this lapdog could beat their asses in a blink of an eye.
He stood in front of a tree. His eyes gazed motionless over the living plant for few seconds before he suddenly wrapped his arms around it and whined, "I'm tired, Val. I'm so tired. I need to see you! But the king said I have to stay here to watch over those ungrateful brats who even failed to do a perfect cut in one swing!" He leaned his cheek against the tree and pouted. This was hell awkward, even for the tree. Man, it wished it could slap him away and tell him to get a grip.
Raziel felt someone nearby. He looked at the direction from the corners of his eyes. He let go the tree, which was a relief for it, and turned to face the person. One hand on his hip while he shifted his body weight to his left heel. He raised an eyebrow and his lip morphed into a Cheshire-like grin.
"Morning."
"What the hell are you talking about Raz? Seriously!" One of the clansmen managed to pull himself together and spoke, while the others cackled at the lengthy speech from the red-haired senior about 'Bluer: the savior of humanity". The younger recruit looked up on the rooftop where Raziel was crouching like an animal. "You need to stop spreading weird ideals, Raz."
Red and yellow eyes glanced down to where the group of blue clansmen were sitting. He grinned and shrugged. "It's not weird. We are bluers, we are so awesome we have our own prison cells!" he said nonchalantly. The clansmen laughed even more. He felt accomplished listening to their cackles and laughter. He got up, brushed his pants and started walking along the edge of the rooftop. Another of the clansmen spoke, "Where are you going?" He stopped, turned his head behind and grinned sheepishly. "To see the king of course." He continued walking, turning deaf to whatever that came out from the men's mouths. He heard one of them said "Raz's the king's lapdog" followed by "the king took pity on him and recruited him". He jumped down and sighed. He was not bothered by it even a little. He does not need their recognition at all. In fact, he could proudly say he was better than them- this lapdog could beat their asses in a blink of an eye.
He stood in front of a tree. His eyes gazed motionless over the living plant for few seconds before he suddenly wrapped his arms around it and whined, "I'm tired, Val. I'm so tired. I need to see you! But the king said I have to stay here to watch over those ungrateful brats who even failed to do a perfect cut in one swing!" He leaned his cheek against the tree and pouted. This was hell awkward, even for the tree. Man, it wished it could slap him away and tell him to get a grip.
Raziel felt someone nearby. He looked at the direction from the corners of his eyes. He let go the tree, which was a relief for it, and turned to face the person. One hand on his hip while he shifted his body weight to his left heel. He raised an eyebrow and his lip morphed into a Cheshire-like grin.
"Morning."
CASIMIR MARINOV, he spotted you
