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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2014 17:54:36 GMT -5
Hold me until the ends of the galaxy! Desolate.
Antique had been here plenty of times; a heartsunken nostalgia had wrapped around the young girl like a warm blanket of despair. Around her, an abandoned village with nothing to show but a ghost of what it had once been. Pieces of wood and obvious signs of past life had been here—broken wood, collapsed roofing, a broken lion statue…a protector of a village that had failed and was now beheaded. Judging from the ash that danced with the occasional snowflake, it looked like this place had been burned down. At her feet, black ash. A stark contrast to the white snow.
Of course this had not been the cause of nostalgia, but she had been here before—when her own home, Radiant Garden had first been overran by the Heartless. She remembered it clearly, even though she had been a young child. Most Garden children did. And though many of them pretended to be strong and cheerful, it had left a scar on their souls; some had grew up to be fighters, others, leaders that lead the resistance. She heard stories of heroes that came from the destruction. Her mother had been one of them, doing her best to save as many of the village children as she could…
Lonely.
Abandoned.
Misplaced.
Alone in a world that was unfamiliar.
She wondered if the village children here had made it to safety. A flash of children suffering kicked her in the gut, knocking the breath out of her. She let herself fall to her knees in the white snow. Her bare, pale hands felt something akin to frozen cloth. Digging through the black stained ice, she found herself picking up a child’s doll. She stared at it, and pulled it to her chest. She hoped they suffered a better fate than she had, and that, somehow, they were with people that cared for them. Antique had never gotten that luxury.
Oftentimes, even before she was a Keyblade wielder, when she awoke, she would be in a new place; a new world. She did not often understand why; nor did she understand it. Her mother had always told her, when she was young, that she would go to places where she was needed. She never questioned it. But this…this she couldn’t understand. There was no one here. Was she supposed to save someone? Who could she save if there was no one to save?
She held the doll closer to her chest as the cold caught up to her and she shivered, the wind nipping at her cheeks, staining them rose red. She was grass and roses among the snow. Perhaps if she stayed a bit longer, the reason why she was here would reveal itself…~
Tags: Fai Notes: The snow glows white on the mountain tonight… Powers Used: ♥
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 14:33:51 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
Up in the mountains one could more clearly hear the whispers of the ancestors. Beyond the village was a great mountain range that went on for ages. There it was said many, wild dragons lived. It was fabled that the crimson his that coated the skies were the ancient beasts singing to call the moon, their flames scarring the clouds above. None dares tread beyond the highest peaks, where the ancestors are said to rest. The white blankets of cold layered the grounds and peaks with the soft, compact substance. One easily sunk through the softer powder mounds, while the more densely packed spots made walking the deep surface easy.
A creature born of of these lands knew just how to make use of the terrain, which shifted so erratically under the force of the winds. Hopping from spot to spot the large, shadowy figure would proceed down the steep, stony crags of snow and ice. Thick boots crunched against the soft, crystalized powder. It seemed to melt against the spires of darkness cast in shadow by the jutting rock, which formed crevices of which the brute could shelter himself from the storms oft summoned by the skies or the cowardly gazes from his prey. Those that came up to the mountain rarely sought conflict. Conflict was what the beast fed off.
He had not raided a village in a great while. Without his partner in crime it came to render the activity as moot. Without the dragons laying waste to caravans and other, now eradicated villages once part of the map, Mongols became a prolific sight in the snowy plains. So when the mountain dweller came upon the ruined village he would not be surprised if it was the traveling hordes. No others used fire in such a destructive manner. It was really a pity. He had never touched fire to a village, merely convinced humans this way or that into the inevitable conflict of their nature. He sat perched on an overhang of sleet covered stone.
His eyes traced along the remnants of the village. If not for the remains of the human's smoldering foundations, one could have never surmised they existed here. He could smell little over the ashen grave, but he spotted something, someone, out of place. Though he, himself could be considered to stand our. Dark clothing did little to blend him into the surroundings now free of shadows. The cloth that sat wrapped around his body was decorated with a plume of white fur that ran part of the way around his collar. His loose pants made movement easy, but still kept him protected. His exposed chest his away the secret of warmth. He was not troubled by the cold for, from his chest, a strong heat emanated and provided him with an unshakable resistance toward the chill known of the high mountains.
Amber eyes tried to focus on what it was the girl had clutched in her hand, but it was impossible from this distance. Looking around there appeared to be no others. What was a girl so young doing alone? Well it mattered not, bit it certainly encouraged his approach. Sliding from his perch he dropped down into the snow. Crunching forward he would all but slither toward the crumbling foundations. Finding a stable spot he would climb up on top of the lip of a wall, just behind the girl. The hunter stalked the prey. Wrapping his long, strong fingers around the framework he stood upon. His strong legs pushed out so he dangled just above the girl like a curious ape, but in this case it was a dragon…
He took in the scents carried by the chilling winds. The young woman smelled powerfully of sweets. But there was something else mixed with it. Ash. Ash and a smoldering fire. He finally spotted what she held clutched in her hands. A toy that had likely been caught in the fires. A child's companion. The memory caused the beast to curl a lip over his fangs. Why should he pity the humans when his living companion was thrust from his life? Snorting the larger male swung so he leapt over the girl, before she would have a chance to look back.
He would land in the snow in front of the girl, but it was not as majestic as he hopes. He misstepped and found a patch of soft snow. He sunk in, staggering a bit with his landing. He did his best to hold his balance and not tumble forward, earning a mouthful of snow. He just barely managed, forced to use his hands to remain upright. Pulling out was not an option straight away.
"Ah…" he cleared his throat. "Does she not know these mountains are dangerous?" Said the fellow clumsily bumbling in the snow.
After a moment he would finally pull onto a more packed patch of snow, but at the cost of loosing some of that ice in his pants. Shaking out his form a bit he would allow some of the white dust to ruffle out his pant legs.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: ANtique~! | NOTES: It's dangerous to go alone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 18:16:11 GMT -5
You have to smile for your ♥! The powdery snow fluttered down, coloring the mountain ridge white.
As she heard the snow crunch around her, her head snapped up in attention, clutching the doll. She spun around, only to see a…scantily dressed man with the reddest hair she had ever seen, halfway buried in the snow. Did he pop out from the snow? Was he a…a zombie? He must have been, to be dressed like that in this weather. Or had he jumped out of nowhere?
She heard his warning. Sort of. Her first concern was to get him out of the snow, obviously. Pushing back the white veil, revealing the greenest of hair, she chuckled, holding her pale white hand out to him. “Here, let me help you up,” she said, as the wind picked up, ruffling the white material of her kimono. “I’m sure these mountains are dangerous. That said, allow me to help you get to safety,” she said with a kind smile, her concern for others taking precedence over her own needs. Sure, she had no idea where “safety” was, but she was sure she could find it!
“Thank you for the warning though! Are you uhm…” she said, looking him over. “Warm enough?” she asked, as she took the veil that had been covering her head up and off of her white kimono, and handed it to him. “It’s not very much, but I could try and summon heat for you if you want!”
She had no idea what his intentions were.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 12:13:19 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
He felt embarrassed by his fall. He was sure that patch of snow was better packed. The unexpected sinking was a bit more surprising in that instance. He was not the ruthlessly hardened killer those who have seen him confront a presumed enemy could assume. He was a delinquent with a habit of taking the fastest route to the answers he needed. But the older her grew the less satisfying this manner of gathering information became. It put him at risk once already. He could not stand to be so arrogant again. He was sure he would find a more problematic situation that ended his life. He was only saved in his last misadventure because the prey he chose was already on its last leg.
He had returned home to the mountains to meditate on his current position. In total it had been nearly a year since he began his journey, but he was no closer now than he was at the time, to finding answers to his most important questions. He returned to the past where the spirits of the dead still haunt. The blood she'd upon his mountains were enough to feed the darkness aligned creature for hours. Mere hours of consumption were available because after time, long enough, passed the dark feelings would corrupt and begin to terrorize him. A scant few hours in the mountains was all he wished for in any case. He needn't nightmares this year, so close to its anniversary.
When the woman reached out to help him he instinctively accepted the polite action. The beast was not barbaric and responded to homely human behavior with his own. He was raised a proper young man and was disciplined. Realizing the young woman was perhaps much young her balked in surprise. He did not move for several seconds, only for his amber eyes to catch the burning claret of the young girl. His mouth fell agape, words failing to form in his mind.
He did not like them. The color of her eyes burned deeply into his memories, casting a shadow too large to fill in the void of his partial existence. They were the dame, glimmering scarlet his brother had. His features fell, as if he was seeing a ghost. The man pulled his hands back quickly and crossed his arms over his partially exposed chest. His hands would tuck under his arms in a most stubborn manner, as a child throwing a tantrum.
His brows furrowed as his face contorted into one of confused question. "She, lead him from danger?" Perhaps he was annoyed that she was not flustered by his warning.
His less than graceful landing was certainly the cause. He had lost a few points with that one. Maybe he was lost ng his touch in the face of combat? Perhaps it was the mixing signals. Demona had many habits he was not accustomed to and trying to take her actions and words into practice was not easy for the young guardian. He did not see humans as vexing vermin, but instead witless and spiritually lost beings. He felt a good disciplining was enough to return them to their path of fortuitous righteousness. Doing so would in turn strengthen him, but the last time it only did well to break his arm and several ribs to boot!
Destroying them seemed like too much. Humans were selfish, darkness inducing beings that bore corruption. But in that same path of thought: he could not feed without their negative impulses. There had to be some balance he was failing to produce. It was all so hard on his own. Yes he had Demona now, but two wrongs did not produce right. They were both beings of the shadows, even in different ways. Without an avatar of Light opposing him he felt he had no balance. It was what made him crave returning home, at the risk of his own corruption.
Looking to the past could be a damming course of action. There was a reason the past could not be changed, but he wanted so badly to change it.
"He did not mean--" She shoved her veil in his hand.
Looking down the winds of knowledge blew his way. A scent rose from the cloth. It was the warmth of a mother... The heat of the cooking fires, like baking bread or roasting hazelnuts. Who was this spectre? All that he knew of his family had died in these mountains. His mother and his twin brother who were all he had growing up, at least ones he felt a loving connection to. Looking to this girl, the nightmares buried here woke once more. The beast did not share his eyes with his twin. While his were molten gold, that blazed against the snow covered fields, his brother shared that fiery gaze with their mother.
The girl reminded him of her.
It pissed him off.
Shaking his head he glowered down at the girl, dripping the veil in his glove covered left hand. "Girl, it is you who should be with fear--" Once again his words were found frozen behind a lump as she fretted over his warmth.
He suddenly felt exhausted by the exchange. He looked to her. As convinced as he was that this was the trial he meditated for, he felt it was a rather unfair one. This girl had an eerie sensation to her person as well. Like she was a magician, or perhaps a big with an above normal affinity to light? She was ill in comparison to the Warrior of Light, but she stood out more than the technology abusing girl, if only slightly. The other obvious discretion to stay attended to was her obliviousness.
Looking up he sniffed at the air. The temperature was dropping rapidly again. A storm eye was passing overhead. He looked back toward the path he had come from. He could let her freeze to death right here and that would be the end of that trial, but -- the association was now there. Plus she was just a young girl. No reason not to find about this power snaking around her. Maybe it was nothing at all. He moved to try and wrap the veil back over her head.
"Listen, you grassy haired sprig. A storm is coming. You'll freeze out here. He was raised in the mountains. This is summer for him." He said before moving to shuffle up the deeply snowed over hill, pointing toward the horizon. "There's an old shrine over in a cave that belonged to this village." Though with it burned down, the Guardian that had once inhabited it was likely gone, giving him use to the land temporarily.
He put his hands to his hips and peered back to the girl. "She is free to stay and freeze. But if she manages to live, she may stumble upon the dragon that burned this impudent village to the ground." He chuckled and headed off toward the caves.
Of course he knew this had been the work of the Mongol Horde, he could not help his wish to trouble the young girl. If anything it should get her moving faster. The cave itself seemed spooky, too much for a place that was no longer inhabited by the Ancestors once worshipped here. Of course the snowstorm was minutes away. It would like cone to spare none who chose to stay out in its terror.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Next~! | NOTES: Winter wonderland of Dragons and Mongols.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 18:18:56 GMT -5
You have to smile for your ♥! When he grabbed her hand to help lift himself up, she was surprised how…oddly warm it was. Any normal person would be simply freezing in temperatures like this. She knew she should have succumbed to the weather as well, but she had the odd feeling that the magic of the keyblade was keeping her a lot warmer than she should have been. Just like she was sure that whenever she went to new lands, it simply just translated everything for her as well. What an odd magic it was. She idly wondered if it was translating for her…because…put simply…
His manner of speech was odd. She was sure she hadn’t heard someone refer to her in the tense that he did. Was he responding to himself as “him”? When he ripped his hand away from her, she felt the cold again. Promptly, she surrendered her cold hands closer to her body. Traverse Town had been a realm of eternal night, but she barely remembered it ever being this cold. It was a bitter thing; something that sank deep into her bones. She laughed lightly to herself as she observed his actions, the laughter, for the moment keeping her warm.
Maybe she was laughing because his eyes unsettled her; she had only seen that shade one time, and they belonged to a white haired man with a black coat. But that was…well, actually, it was not that long ago. But she would be happy if she did not ever have to encounter that strange man ever again. It felt like he had no…no Heart. Or soul. It was a shell of a person. There were so many abnormalities that she encountered in the last few years she really had to wonder if her few years of blissful ignorance was just what it was. Blindness from what was going on. Because lately? It felt as if things were turned topsy turvy. Things that she thought made sense? Did not make sense.
Soon enough, she found her white veil dropped once again on her head. Her lithe hands wrapped around the material; thankful for it back just to hold the heat back in…but like him, it was…warm. Clutching it, she stared up at him curiously, and smiled. It was a nicer material, thick, with embroidered lions within the stitching.
Peeking from underneath the veil, she watched carefully as he sniffed the air. Was there more of a storm coming? Soon enough, though, he had offered shelter. Maybe he was from the mountains, afterall.
She picked up the bottom of the kimono, and followed after him to the cave.
Something bothered her though, “Why would a Dragoon do this to this village?” she asked quietly, as the desecrated village disappeared into the snow. Dragoon’s were supposed to be the good guys; she would know; her mother was one of them. That did not sit well with her at all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 21:01:03 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
He really did not like the girl touching him for some reason. It made his skin crawl. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so small. He felt as if she would break if he even put pressure on her thin limbs… He was not used to dealing with girls this young either, or girls in general. He much preferred the presence of women. Their fear was mature. Girls, as with young boys, were reckless and did not often recognize danger as they should. By her own actions she did not seem to recognize the dangers of this place. Any adult could tell you that a burned village amidst a mountain was an aerie of only the most horrendous of beast: be them man or otherwise. He could not help but feel a mixture of annoyance and pity. The urge to lead her was there, deep in his instinct as a being born to be a Guardian. But he was learning to trade out his sympathy for enmity.
It was not long before the winds were howling. The blanket of white curled over the gray peaks, further coating them beneath an impenetrable shell of white. A deafening silence overtook the mountain now that their voices were silenced. It was then one could see how truly alive the spirit tombs stood. The snow crunching underfoot was the only sound heard above the breathing mountain winds. There were many terrors that hid in the silence of the mountain. Many lives had been taken from the world. They say the mountains are where the spirits climb when the world carries them away and they haven’t a family left to protect. The dragon knew that here the ghosts of his family lay to rest, because they were all they knew. They had no human family to protect, nor a dragon family to follow. When he dies here was where he would remain. The mountains were his home, for eternity.
He finally made it over to the entrance. It was a slight climb along a path that was difficult to see unless one was here often enough. The snow on the path was thinner making it easier to trudge through, maybe even for someone as small as the green-haired sprig. The brute raised his long arms to push away the powdery cover that was beginning to pack in front of the cave’s mouth. Some would fall into his hair and the length of fur that rest upon his shoulder. Turning his head to the side he would twist his neck so his hand could come to wipe snow from his exposed collarbone. He then lowered his head and shook off the remaining dust. His body was built for this environment. The way his body moved held a skillful purpose to it. Looking around, as if ensuring none were following him, he stepped in, waiting for the girl to follow. It would do no good entering if the snow followed them. The brute would stack up some stones to keep the majority of the chilling arcs of wind out. He then proceeded, with the girl, to the inner depths of the cave, where the shrine laid in the back.
He turned to face her at the mention of Dragoons.
Oh he felt his blood begin to chill. The slayers of dragons and wears of their bone and flesh. These beings were the horror stories mothers told their young ones who dared strayed from the path of righteousness. If ever one’s flames touched the roof of a man’s house with the intent to slay its residents, a Dragoon would fly from the clouds and pierce their hearts. Of course little to nothing could penetrate the armor of a dragon. But they have long remedied this issue by creating weapons that held every intent on slaying their kind. The spears they wielded did well to get between their scales and rip into their flesh, but what was more troubling was the material they were made of. The very bones and scales of their kind used against them. It was a grim and rather horrific experience to even know of. The brute pulled his arm back, looking utterly offended by the comparison.
“You cabbage head!” He muttered and snorted, cocking his head up. “Dra-gon.” He repeated. "And Dragoons are no heroes! He has never seen anyone saved by a Dragoon!” But that was from the view of a dragon who had a risk of being hunted by them.
He felt more annoyed than he should be. This was just a little girl. But there was something about her that turned him off. He pushed into the cave where one could more fully see the interior. Candles held a dim light, favorable to those of darker persuasions. He glanced over his shoulder at her. For a moment it looked as if his round pupils sunk into slits before refocusing. He swirled on the heel of his boot and dropped back against the stone altar, as if lounged on a throne. His arms were held out while his left knee crossed over his right shin, legs splayed open lazily. There were a few offerings here and there, but far too many folk were too fearful to come to this place since the pillaging. Those honied orbs seemed to glow like molten gold. The way the dancing candles reflected off of them was mesmerizing. He looked like a king on his place of power.
“What is one such as yourself even doing up so high on the mountains? Does one not know that only spirits live here?” He pushed, as if indicating he was one of those spooks!
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Next~!| NOTES: There's ghosts in them there hills!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 20:41:33 GMT -5
You have to smile for your ♥! Quietly, she followed him to the cave, watching his movements carefully. He was an anomaly. Because she had been working for so long with people, usually she could pick up on a person’s subtle cues. An eye twitch here or there, a twitching smirk, unsteady hands. People were like an easy puzzle for her; but this one…she just could never get a clear reading on him at all. One moment she thought she figured him out, the next, no clue! Folding her arms over her chest (mainly to keep herself warm) she kept watching as he expertly climbed the mountain. Next to him, she just looked…clumsy. It was screamingly obvious she was not familiar with this type of terrain. She would have thought a mountaintop would be a lot more…majestic? Or maybe it was indeed majestic and she just had a much different picture in her mind than what it was; or maybe it was because the pictures she had seen were of mountains that were far off. Very seldom did one ever see a picture of being…well…in the mountains. Which made more sense. Either way, she watched his movements; and although clumsy, she brought her hands up to cover her mouth in amusement. Like a mountain lion! Or…she thought, in the back of her head…
A giant lizard. She supressed a tiny giggle as she tried her best not to trip over the rocks or become totally engulfed by the snow.
Finally, they were there; but it seemed he was…was he really offended by the mix up in words?
Wait, Dragoons were totally okay people!
“…C-cabbage?!” was what had come out though. She had been called plenty of names growing up because of her green hair…like Slime Head, or Mint Brain, or Grass Girl, but…Cabbage? She could not help but laugh as she entered the cave after him; thankful for the warmth (or at least, the wind not blowing through her soul).
She glanced around, seeing the Shrine. This place looked desolate except for the candles. It made everything look…rather eerie. Her ruby eyes, enlightened by candle light, glanced around. The light turned her white kimono shades of yellow. She dropped the veil around her head and let it fall to her shoulders.
“Does that make you, perhaps, a Strawberry?” she said, digging through her sleeves now that her fingers were starting to defrost. The warmth in here was scant; what a sad place for a shrine. She frowned. She doubted anybody ever came to this place, except for the odd strawberry headed anomaly. He asked his questions about spirits as she continued to dig through her sleeves, finding a couple of package of—you guessed it, snacks.
Never mind she was barely paying attention to how he was sitting like a king on their throne.
Carefully, she unwrapped the package of rice cakes that she had made prior to the day. Red bean ones, to boot. Bending down near the shrine itself, she set them on it, as an offering. She quietly thanked the spirits, though he was suggesting they were bad ones, that she had gotten to warmth.
“I guess I’m looking for something,” she said, lifting her eyes to him. The dead was barely something that bothered her. Spirits either. She had already seen scarier things. “Nothing wrong with spirits,” she said, though she looked at her measly offering, and decided that this place was so desolate, maybe she could appease the spirits with more treats.
She promptly emptied out the rest of her sleeves of the food she carried. Tags: ♥ Notes: ♥ Powers Used: ♥
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 14:08:45 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
A king was not something the beast could ever become. As a lowly Guardian Spirit his only goal in life was to find a person to provide power to and gain the reputation that would do his -- family proud. But he had a family no longer. He was the only remaining son of Dao Ming Yu. He did not want to think himself a son of Hao Long. The boys had been abandoned in their youth, leaving their mother to suffer all her own with no security to hold their crumbling clan together. No family would take one with dragons so young, they were barely removed from their egg shells. He still felt himself weak, even in his current agem. Even if he was a weak and hapless spirit wandering on the tailwind beneath the shadow of his failures: he was still someone with a strong drive. He had no pride, nor dignity to speak of. The dragon had no one to be proud of, and his dignity was tarnished by his rogue title. He sat upon the throne a shattered sovereign over a dying land. He had no hope of regaining his lost place and fell short of being a feared spirit, or even wanted.
“A nuisance, a menacing hatchling that could do nothing more than scare little girls.”
The words caused the male’s amber eyes to drift up from the girl as she set down an offering to the empty shrine. No one was there to answer her prayers, or be thankful for them. The dragon knew this shrine had since been abandoned by its Ancestors. They had no reason to stay now that the lives within that village were but a memory carried away by the Mongol fires. The winds of the mountain howled out in lonely cries as they called for the voices that once roamed the mountains. Soon nothing would remain of the village and it would be just another pile of wood to be taken by the earths below, frozen in a moment of time that could no longer be retrieved. Hearing that voice caused his breath to hitch and his heart to skip a beat.
His eyes came upon the full image of his brother. They man was the other half to Fai's soul and the reason for his existence in this day. The spectre stood knelt beside the girl, an eerie reflection of his heartfelt memories. Cai would not approve to Fai's current behaviors. He loafed around when there was much to be done.
The male watched as the young girl seemed to reach into her sleeves. His left brow quirked as he wholly expected her to pull a puppy from her sleeve! His brows knitted together when, instead, food was summoned. His lips parted at the odd behavior, brows knitting together as his face took in the expression of a creature most confused. He was really starting to think there was something wrong with this girl, but he could not put his finger on it, It had bothered him since he had come to run into her.
"Even an idiot knows to bring food to a shrine," he heard the reverberating words of the spectre, an image only his eyes could see. "I'm surprised you are still alive, but even so: what good are you that way? Just die already."
"No...please," That harsh voice earlier was quickly replaced with a softer tone as the man's voice broke the silence.
He pushed his body forward, legs kicking up before he stomped them on the ground, hands anchored on his knees. He leaned forward. He shook his mind clear. Looking up again, in the stead if his brother, the girl was there. His anger quickly returned, swallowing that soft voice with a harsh gulp.
"No!" He barked out harshly. "Please." He scoffed, turning his head away. "He can wager she has never confronted a true spirit before!" He'd challenge.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Next~!| NOTES: Diving into the Divine Realm of Spirits.
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