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Post by Kuchiki Akira on Nov 19, 2009 22:26:43 GMT -5
i dream of a plain of ice i hear a voice, an echoing voice resounding into the distance ON THAT PLAIN OF ICE, I DIEThe treacherous Winter War has driven itself to extinction. Aizen, merely a memory of a now- absent nightmare, is defeated. Soul Society may now continue on, as it should have, as it would have. The years ebb and flow, as grace- ful as the stars in their ever onward paths to another place in time. Now, only a few remain who know the Winter War, as it was, as it is, and as it never will be again. Some moved on, and others continue forth, defending the human race for their own reasons, and defending their homes. Some have had families, others have died with no heir to their names. Now, hundreds of years after the end of the Winter War, a new Soul Society awaits its chance at adventures of their own. It is up to you what those will be. "Far, near, I hear it resounding... Now I decide to search, to find it, and move onward. Even if I die on this plain of ice." Nearing three years old, recently restarted from scratch. Intermediate to advanced, but we attempt to be welcoming to beginners. No word count minimum, relaxed environment and plot. Fully member driven, and always will be. New plot kicking into high gear. Ask about our villains! Thank you so much for letting us advertise with you!
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