Is this...purgatory? (Open)

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Come here…

The fragmented thought was the first sound in a very long time to break the soothing and warm silence of the darkness that encased a thin figure that was curled into a tight ball. The sound was harsh in comparison to the constant hum and gentle thump that usually filled the void that figure resided in. With sharp claws and hisses that thought tore at the safe coocoon around the figure causing the being within to wiggle and attempt to escape the reaches of the claws that wanted to pull it out from its safe and warm home. The figure tried to resisted, but without fail the sharp claws dug into the being’s body causing fresh waves of coldness and fear to sweep through the being that clung onto the darkness with a tight grip…a grip that was slowly slipping as the claws continued to pull and yank at its body.

Then with a silent rip the darkness was tearing beneath the pale fingers that grasped it and those claws began to drag its victim away from the warmth and deeper into coldness and fear. For a long moment the figure tried to swim away from the coldness and back to the warmth it belonged in, but the more it struggled the deeper the claws pulled it into the new and uncomfortable darkness that slowly crept into the figure’s mind and body like water seeking to drown it.

The being was scared and wanted to cry out for help, but it could not find its voice as the darkness pressed upon it making it feel heavy and sleepy. The strength was being drained from the figure. The battle against the heavy darkness slowly slipping from the being’s grasp.

Sleep…blackness…

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It swallowed the figure whole and blotted out all awareness the figure had of the world….

Hard.

Cold.

Rough.

The sensations assaulted the figure dressed in a form fitting black suit that had a hole punched through the center leaving a pale spot of scarred skin exposed to the world. Slowly, the darkness that floated around the figure like a gentle spirit began to stitch up the hole covering the spot with black material that meshed and bonded with the rest of the odd suit. The body underneath was not moving as it remained on its side slightly curled upon the brown earth. There were strange metal appendages sticking out from the back, the left set folded under the weight of the body while the right set were limp and slightly broken from disuse and also a heavy impact laid upon them. Much like the cloth the darkness washed over these broken "bones" and mended them knocking off rust, dents, and cracks as it slithered along the sharp metal that gleamed in the light of the rising sun.

A strange mask of metal was weaved across the white face of the figure stained with dirt and something else that could not be defined, but with a gentle hand the darkness wiped the face and mask clean before it moved on to tackle any other damages it saw upon the lifeless figure. When the darkness was satisified with its work, it sighed softly before stretching and settling into the figure upon the ground.

There was silent and stillness for a moment and then with a sharp intake of air and a cough, the figure upon the ground took in its first shuddering breath and began to slowly move as fresh pain and disorientation hit it.

Curling into a ball as one hand grasped at its chest that felt like it was on fire, the figure that was known as Nero, the Sable kept his eyes tightly shut as his body and mind worked to reboot after being dead for so long. Life was being pulled into him with each shuddering breath and prick of pain as he tried to uncurl from his position upon the ground that was dusty and sought to suffocate him with dirt. Forcing his body and uncooperative wings to work with him, Nero managed to roll himself on his back where at least breathing was no longer an issue.

The heavy breathing from the Tsviet began to slow into a steady rhythm as his pounding heart began to slow and his body began to stop its trembling. Slowly, crimson eyes would open closing back only briefly as harsh light hit them and caused a different form of agony to hit him. Letting the wave pass, Nero open his eyes slowly once more letting the light come in slowly as the haze floated from his view and the world around him began to snap into view.

He...remembered as he stared up at the strange mass of orange and odd colors above him, he remembered what had happened back then. Remembered how his brother had been possessed by something that caused the one he loved to actually strike him down. He remembered it all as his hand instinctively drifted to the spot where his brother had punched a hole into him with his bare hand...

The wound was gone and he was somewhere now, but...where was...

"Weiss...?" he called.

The word felt foreign in his mouth as the young man turned his head to the left and then the right searching for his brother, but not finding him or anything familiar for that matter around him. There were no buildings or walls here. No coolness and darkness....No this place was warm...and open surrounded by...

Nero winced slightly as he rolled himself onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his elbows looking around the area he was in as a gentle wind tug at the messy black mass that was his hair; however, he pay much mind to the sensation as his eyes settled on the stationary giant before him.

Brown, rough, tall...extended structures above...yes...it matches the description of a tree, but...

Nero pushed himself to his feet and after a moment of stumbling, he steadied himself as he shook his head to stop his world from spinning. Squinting to focus once more, Nero looked at the tree before him taking note of the odd picture upon it that was in the shape of some odd bird with a hat. Not sure what that was, Nero looked towards the other trees that surrounded him in a circle like fashion, taking note that each tree had an odd picture upon them.

Hearts and colorful eggs and trees within trees? What is this? Nero wondered as the frown deepened as he tilted head trying to make sense of the nonsensical things. He was...outside...right? This wasn't any simulation he knew of and he didn't think buildings held so many trees...did they?

The thoughts and questions went on giving the young Tsviet a headache in the process. This place it made him a bit concerned that he had truly gone over the edge and now could never return to his somewhat normal self. While he didn't see himself as the hallucinating type or very imaginative for that matter, this place sure was too strange to be a reality....So what was it?

"Mmm.." the sound escaped Nero as his head instinctively went into his hands as he tried to pull himself together and out of whatever new insanity he was in. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be wherever his brother was, so why was it so hard to just wake up from this werid dream and be where he needed to be?

He shook his head again, before slowly opening his eyes and looking up through his fingers hoping that the scene would change; however, as he peeked through the cracks his fingers created, he felt his whole body slump in defeat as his eyes refocused on a door with some odd picture of something orange with eyes and a strange grin.

Giving up on trying to understand what was happening for the moment, Nero let his hands drop to his sides as he examined the odd picture before him. He still didn't understand it, but that nose...it certainly did seem to poke out of the picture, but why?

A bit curious at the odd find, Nero cautiously approached the door and after hesitating a second, he reached out and tried to push the protusion back into the tree, but it wouldn't budge....and nothing blew up or opened underneath him, so maybe it was safe. Feeling a bit more confident, Nero reached out and wrapped his hand around the strange knot and turned it like a knob.

Click!

"Hm?"

Nero blinked as the picture became loose in his hands.

A door? he wondered as he pulled upon the strange handle and watched as the picture opened and revealed...

The darkness of the inside of the tree....right...Nero thought to himself as his eyes met the darkness within. He stepped forward and peeked into the tree hoping that maybe his first assumption was wrong; however, as he studied the darkness further he shook his head as he slumped against the opening.

Go figure. Nothing.

Disappointed that this strange door was a waste of time, Nero was about to push himself away from the door when unexpectedly a cold wind flew up from the inside of the tree bring with it whispers and dead leaves. Like a hand, that wind grasped Nero and pulled him back towards the hole!

A bit panicked, Nero tried to resist and get away from the wind, but for all his super human strength, Nero was no match for the wind. So before he knew it he was pulled into darkness and a swirl of orange and strange leaves. He fell through this spiraling darkness until with a very painful crack, he was slamming into something that broke under him, but was still hard. He felt his head whack against something cold and unforgiving causing his world to spin once more as his body came to a rest crumpled within something.

Stunned from the whole ordeal, Nero was still for a few seconds before he was once more shaking his head to clear it, discovering as his world came into focus that he was actually folded into a cramped space that felt like a box of stone or something.

Grunting, wincing, and wiggling his way out of the tight hole, Nero eventually tumbled out of his prison and onto hard black earth where he remained for a few moments on his hands and knees as he tried to regain his bearings.

Dark rough earth and...

Nero's eyes drifted upward to examine the new place he was in....and as his eyes traveled over the sight before him, the Tsviet found himself baring his teeth in agitation beneath the mask he wore.

What fresh hell is this? he wondered as his eyes took in the rough cravings around him, recognizing them as tombstones and graves for the dead. Above him was a dark sky and a cold wind drifted through the area bring with it the sounds of rustling dead leaves and strange scent Nero could not place. Ahead was a crooked gate and what appeared to be a twisted lamp post illuminating the empty spot below it.

So am I in purgatory then? Nero wondered as he got to his feet. Was he truly still dead, but thanks to being impure he was forced away from his brother and being sentence to wander a world that threatened to drive him over the edge? Sure, he didn't have the cleanest of records, but did he really have to pay such a heavy price for being what he was and doing what he thought was right to stay with his brother? To survive? The questions continue to come, but without any answers.

Feeling irritated and moody at the bad luck an existence he never wanted brought upon him, Nero got to his feet and began to walk forward into this strange dimension he was in. Even if he couldn't get out maybe he could find some answers as to why he was here and if Weiss had been spared from such a fate. If is his brother was free and safe, then he supposed he could settle with this hell...no matter how much it hurt.

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When the name of the Planet appeared on his Gummi ship screen he stared before bursting into laughter. "Are you kidding yo?!" he cried incredulously, aquamarine eyes filled with mirth. The name of the planet was 'Halloween Town' which could only mean the entire planet was filled with ghosts and ghouls. Reno clapped his hands together delightedly and fiddled with the controls on the brightly coloured ship (they should seriously make them in more discreet colours). He was going to land and investigate this weird land. He was too tickled not to be taken in by the name and the premise of the planet.

It was small in the gummi ship but it was a stolen one so he couldn't complain about that. There was enough room for himself and one other comfortably. He supposed he could squeeze in four slim people if he had to. Rude was a beefed up dude so maybe he would take up more room. Reno considered this as he flew his ship towards the port at the planet. He had already modified it so it couldn't be lifted and flown without him behind the controls. That might cost him his life some day, especially if someone had to do the flying and he was dying but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Or not. Whatever.

Travelling down into the planet was a little bumpy. There was a few dozen bits of debris to dodge but being a skilled pilot for his entire Turk career meant it wasn't a problem for the red haired body guard. He once flew his helicopter in a civilian zone chasing after the Remnants in the hopes of distracting them long enough to allow Cloud to do this thing. It was a vital role to be sure. He wasn't ashamed of his participation in the rehash of the reunion. He wasn't the one with the angsty Mako infused saga.

His saga was that of being violently misunderstood but he could live with that. He disembarked his gummi ship and walked towards no goal. There were quaint little houses here, black and white, of odd formation. The sky was black as night. It was kind of dull. "Whoa!" he twirled around as the ghost of a dog soared passed him, a bright red nose to go with its ghostly complexion. "Here doggy!" he said running after the ghost with a grin.

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龍Dragon Shaman 巫
Are you challenging me!?

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Fear served all manner of creature, big or small, and allowed their continued survival until their time had come to an end. But at the end, for a select number of self serving creatures: stood the belief that there lay something beyond this life which served to reward them for the simple task of living. But living was indeed hard and these beliefs also tasked those with the understanding that something valuable would come of it and hold of some value in the next life lived. Such beliefs were all fine and good, but what of the evil? What of the dark, self serving monsters who pursued vain, tempting trials or narcissism and lay at the bottom of the trenches they, themselves carved from their own greed and hunger by the night's end. For those sorts it was said there was an end specifically produced for their unclean ways. It was a place where the unfulfilled lust of all men lay in wait, floating endlessly through a realm of never ending twists and turns. Purgatory was what awaited those needing to be cleansed before their bodies were fulfilled and sent to be with their creator. But even with the prospect of peace at the end there was still gear of that end coming.

Perhaps the feared the punishment they knew they deserved?

For the dragon he lived in, what felt like, a perpetual Purgatory with no means of being saved. His mother was dead due to his inability to protect her. His master dead because he did not see the good in his master his brother sought to corrupt. His brother dead, because he was too weak to be the prey of their enemy. His whole existence was based around the idea of him standing as a proud guardian to the Ancestors and Predecessors of his family, but he had nothing. He knew not his family, and he had not any to protect. According to all around him: his nature could not be changed, thus he could not be saved. He was as corrupt as those he fed upon. This junction was due to an unchangeable past, and without it he would not be alive. This left him with no other choice but to cleanse others anew and lead them from the punishment that such a dark wiles brought forth. He would wander and roam, inciting displeasure from his actions, making the lust less appealing. Traveling the darkness one could find many paths, some of which were torn asunder by wrong doing. It was beyond he could see his next target. It reeked of corruption and called his hunger from its sleep, stepping from a Dark Corridor, the beast took in his surroundings. Trees stood before him, each with a unique symbol. Several worlds within worlds, united and balancing one another. But there was something here providing a bit extra, creating imbalance in the world. He wanted to find it!

Pushing through the beast would feel his body begin to fall. It was like falling into that rabbit hole, but there was no sweet tea and cakes waiting for him beyond. As he fell his nose was hit with the smell of bones. He remembered this smell... It was stale and dry. He recalls the unpleasant sounding crunch of the charred remains. It had been done in a fit of sorrow, desperation, and fear. Soon it became so dark that not even his eyes could see. He did not know how long he had been falling, but when he came to he was in a place most unfamiliar. Dark stones paved the streets and decaying trees became the perfect perches for looming, black cats. When Fai stepped from the tunnel he would come to realize his form had been manipulated by the Darkness of this world. Looking down he would see that his sleeves had become longer, much like the sleeves of a jifu. His human fingers now ended in needle-like claws. Atop his head sat a silk hat where his feather charm hung. His skin had taken a pale-green color with small mushrooms sprouting from various spots on his neck and abdomen. Though a bit stiff, he did not seem the worse for wear.

For now the beast would march forward. What was he going to find in this world?

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龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫
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The Sable walked quietly from the graveyard moving his wings slightly to dislodge a brittle bone that metal had gone through when he had fallen in the coffin and to flick off the annoying cobwebs that clung to him like a second skin. Wherever or whatever this place was, Nero decided he absolutely hated it the more he walked through it. While it was true he was still going to try and figure out where exactly he was and if his brother had been spared coming to this asylum, this did not mean the Tsviet was going to enjoy his exploration of this place that was too odd for words.

While the odd place of trees was uncomfortable and confusing enough, this new place was ten times worse than the former. At least where the trees were he could observe the sky and explore being outside after so long, but here in this place of darkness, he did not have the same luxury. Here in this place where his darkness mingled easily enough with the natural darkness of the area, the Sable found himself encountering various odd creatures that looked like a mixture of various unknown beasts and the dead melded together to make something unexplainable. The smell in the area was that of rotting meat, bones, and something else he could not quite place and yet was not uncommon when dealing with the dead. All the scents were familiar, but not soothing to Sable.

He could understand death. He understood its smells and ways. He understood the concept of creatures, understood that the oddly carved orange objects that littered the place was once a thing called a pumpkin. He understood that he was surrounded by houses and buildings. He understood those basic concepts easily enough. What he could not understand was the behavior of the things around him.

Some laughed while others materialized before him unexpectedly trying to get some form of reaction from him; however, the only thing that Nero responded with was a simple narrowing of the eyes as he moved away from grinning faces that shifted with disappointed or shock when he did not give them the feedback they wanted.

Not understanding he was supposed to be scared or that the whole concept of the town was based around a holiday known as Halloween, these odd occurrences soon became annoyances to the Sable who was already in a foul mood to begin with. It didn’t take long before he was swatting at those who got too near or was growling at the strange shades that managed to pull on his wings or toss his hair as they faded away laughing and taunting him like it was some sort of game.

The more he tried to get rid of the pests the more they messed with him, so in time the Sable settled with the demons tormenting him as he moved further into this hell he was in. He supposed worse things could be occurring than the laughing shades, so Nero reeled in his rage and let it simmer with in. In turn, his darkness began to leak out of him in a thick aura that was almost physical in nature even though it was unseen.

The shades must’ve sensed the danger of lingering within such an aura because they promptly left Nero alone shortly after the shadows about him began to lengthen and threaten to take a life of their own. From the rooftops of the odd homes, the shades watched him whispering and nodding as they smirked at each other and continued to watch him move through the town.

It was almost as if they were approving of his behavior…Odd, but trivial to the Sable who continued to search the place high and low for clues as to where he was and signs of his brother.

While the search lasted only a few minutes, to Nero the search had lasted hours as he moved through the odd landscape in his hunt for answers. Thankfully, he found no clues that his brother had been placed in this insanity. His light probably saved him from the curse of suffering that Nero was bound to, but that was okay.

As long as Weiss was somewhere safe and not here, then the younger Tsviet could eventually settle with this cursed luck he had been given…After all, he did not plan to stay in this odd state of being. No, if there was a way out of this hell then he would find it…Somehow….

Nero’s walking ended in the town square where he found his attention drawn to a disfigured fountain that was strange smelling and had an odd green liquid spewing into the odd well below. The Sable could hear some splashing coming from the well that glowed like mako and took note that the fountain’s eyes seemed to be watching him intently, so stopping a safe distance from the structure, he folded his arms as he pondered where to go next to find his escape. He highly doubted the…people of this town would be of any use, so where could he look next for his exit?

Crimson eyes scanned the place slowly as his mind began to eliminate places that were dead ends as he searched for a new route; however, this searching came to an end as he heard the echoing barks of a dog. Looking away from an alley where he felt a strange presence, Nero’s eyes would travel across the courtyard until he saw a strange cloth like dog with a red nose flying into the area. It circled the area and then spotting himself, the dog like creature thought it fun to run behind him and hide.

Gazing emotionless down at the dog who looked up at him with what appeared to be a smile on its face as it hovered just out of sight behind him, the Sable was considering what to do with the bold dog when he heard running footsteps coming into the area.

Glancing in a bored fashion towards the sound, Nero found his detachment to this place shifting as something familiar entered the area.

A man with red hair and silly grin upon his face came bounding into the area apparently chasing the dog like creature that was now behind the Sable; however, the behavior hardly phased the Tsviet who was more focused on the outfit this careless man was wearing. A black suit worn in a sloppy fashion that seemingly matched the man’s personality; however, despite this, the Sable was no fool. He knew that uniform of black and white anywhere and upon recognizing it, red eyes locked upon the other intently as a cold smirk formed behind his mask.

“Well, well, well. I never expected to find one of Shinra’s hounds in a place like this,” the Sable said in a soft voice that sound quite happy despite where each of these men stood on the chest board. The voice while quiet somehow carried easily over the area and appeared to come from no where and everywhere at once from the darkness that surrounded the area. As he spoke, he began to move towards the Turk, already hating him due to what he was associated with; however, this little hound had somehow found his way here, so maybe if Nero simply played nice for just the tiniest bit of time then maybe the little hound could show him the way out.

Of course this was the ideal plan; however, knowing that anything that was associated with Shinra would more than likely resist him, especially if they kept up with all records regarding himself and the other Tsviets, Nero’s mind was already preparing for…unpleasant scenarios; however, the Sable would not start the fight. Oh no. The little hound would have to bite first to cause him to do anything, so for now the Sable kept casually walking towards the Turk watching carefully the moves of the other. Behind him the playful hound stayed in its spot looking uncertainly at the scene before it as if it could not make up its mind if this occurrence was good or bad.

While it was true he was mainly focused on the Turk, Nero also felt the presence from earlier moving about in the area; however, unless the owner of said presence came out into view or interfered with the game, the Sable had no need to concern himself with the other for the time being.
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TAGS: Tag! You’re it, Reno!
NOTES: A hound and an unknown? What sort of tricks is Lady Luck using against me now?

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Exploring new worlds was soon becoming not only his job but a hobby. He was rather liking going to new worlds, seeing new faces and making new friends. friends who didn't know about his past or the horrible things he had done. Well, only the Turks truly knew about his past record but his own planet knew too much about the Turks not to guess. The were the lapdogs of ShinRa sent in to do the dirty work. He didn't mind. He rather liked the work but the poisoning of the well was rather unfortunate.

Out in the big bad universe he could meet people who didn't know that he was, quite frankly, not a nice man, who could do not very nice things with a laugh and a smile. He took his job seriously and was very effective at it, all the while displaying a demeanour of casual apathy and concentrated laziness. Reno didn't care about people. Not really. He didn't really feel anything when he killed someone, that is, if he wans't feel the smooth vindictive satisfaction of watching someone's life drain away. The light would leave their eyes and Reno would know his light would stay on a little while longer. It was a cut throat business - and your own throat was always the one in danger. The day he stopped being smart and fast and effective would be the day Rufus, or Tseng or hell, even Rude, blew his brains out. He supposed AVALANCHE would celebrate. a lot of people would celebrate.

But for now he'd fight on the side of good simply because he rather liked the universe intact and let's face it, he'd follow Rude to hell and invite Satan out to a BBQ if it was what Rude wanted. He made the big guy put up with a lot so this was the least he could do. And the least he could do was back his partner up to the end of time. Even if that meant defying ShinRa. Tseng and Rufus probably knew that. But that was OK. Neither he nor Rude had any interest in dying.

This place seemed entirely interested in death. There was a ghostly dog he was chasing and the décor, quite frankly, lived up to its name. It really was a Halloween Town, and a figurative ghost town too! Reno hadn't seen a single soul but he could tell he wasn't alone. He was getting the creepy sensation of being watched, and that usually made him a little jumpy. He kept his wits about him. The dog floated away out of sight leading him to a sight he had never seen before. he had never met any of the Tsviets but he had read Valentine's reports on the matter. The only card he could play was the dunce one.

"Hey uh, you seen a dog about?" he asked genially keeping suspicion from his face and eyes. He wasn't about to judge on appearance. sephiroth was one good looking dude and he was barkers. There had been a guy in Sector Five, body badly burned - he looked quite different to most folk - and he had been one of the kindest people Reno had ever met. He always had a spare bit of food for a slum rat like him.

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽
Can you see through the mist!?

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As the beast made his way down the path, the shifting coarseness of the cobblestone ground beneath his boots gave a satisfying sensation that reminded him of his mountain aerie. Uneven, fractured surfaces that quickly shifted to smooth, easily crumpled slate were common in the environment. A dragon had little place in this pet shop of horrors, but the air was intriguing. The sensation the monsters seemed to give off was much unlike the humans of the worlds he has passed. It was a level of terror that somehow bordered a mystical nature filled with mystery. He had never seen the holiday itself so he could only assume this feral state had no connection to humans. This darkness was pure. The corruption that often befouled the Darkness fed from humankind had no bearing here. Even some of the Heartless he had come to pass offered him no response, nor the attention they oft did. They were like zombie and hovered in place, single eye glowing in life, an ironic display as the ghouls hovered about the tombstones and sticky cobwebs.

He would soon approach the black, twisted metal gate that led into the town. The stone pillars that held the dilapidated forms perched malformed gargoyles which much looked like arching, yowling cats than they did stone effigies. The brute tilted his head and leaned forward, inspecting the striking features of the guardians. One had to take care when entering a placed protected by stone guardians. Gargoyle’s watched for a reason. Those eyes watched and waited until your back was turned. As the beast leaned away and reached out for the gates the stone figure suddenly hissed out and arched. The cat of stone, was actually a cat! The other that perched atop the pillar also came to life and lunged for the transfigured beast. Fai could do no more than duck as the pair of black felines lunged at him. Looking back he would watch as the pair of mischievous familiars landed on the cobblestone, perfectly light and without a sound. They stared up at the behemoth and parted their mouths in a synchronized meow before bounding off into the darkness.

Entering town he turned his gaze out toward the square where proudly stood a fountain, from whence oozed some sort of ghastly looking liquid with a befouling scent to match. Pulling his sleeve over his nose, to brush off the burning sensation in his nostrils, the dragon took in his surrounding environment with slight disdain, the smell turning his excitement flat and listless. Tall and short buildings sat packed together the circular town center. The crooked rooftops emulated gnarled claws and the tiles on the faces of the building were so misshapen that they easily resembled screaming and ghoulish figures that one often saw in the haunting passing of a nightmare. In fact this entire place seemed a town of Nightmares. Cackling witches echoing from their huts, likely over a cauldron brew, and looming, black bats watching one with their beady eyes. And… a ghost dog? The brute followed his gaze as a man and dog rushed by in reckless abandon. That -- that scent was definitely a human’s, but there also carried the scent of corruption, which was buried beneath the natural terror that seemed to emanate from this world.

After a moment he would hear individuals strike up a conversation. He could only assume it had to be the human he just saw, but who was the other? Curiosity in this one was never sated so the Titanic zombie hopped up onto the black, stone walls that guarded the town. Keeping steady the beast would rush along the wall’s top in a crouched position so that, like a shadow, he would come up upon the pair in secret. Taking a spot on the wall the male would crouch and look beyond where he sat perched. He was indeed correct to assume the human had stopped to make conversation, they much enjoyed hearing themselves talk in his experience, but there also stood another. This other had a twisted form that looked almost as if it belonged, but that scent assured that possibility to be questioned. Whatever this ‘man’ was, he was outfitted in a way only a monster would be. For now the beast would take this chance to listen before he acted...

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龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫
46 | Male | Dragon
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