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Post by SERAS BLACKMORE on May 10, 2017 3:24:55 GMT
Without proper materials and equipment Seras couldn't forge weapons properly, however, she wasn't overly concerned with how life panned out. Without worrying over school or work Seras freely lived how she wanted. The nineteen year old Quincy broke free from discouragement, an endless cycle between living normally or being a knight. But, after going through a lot Seras found her balance. There wasn't living two lives anymore. No longer having two identities; one cheerful and one mercilessly cold. Seras had constructed herself a nice blacksmith shop far away from others. Most customers were few in number, only those with spiritual powers or belonging to non-mortal races visiting.
The volcanic mountain gave Seras a nice place for hiding. Good lay-lines, blood vessels of Gaia where spiritual energy flowed naturally. Flora and fauna flourished though the area had a dry heat to it. Despite much of the volcano being at rest underground lava did flow, so really it was called magma. Right? Something like that. Anyway, Seras was sitting in the corner of her shop eating soup from a recent kill, boar. Good for the body, especially since most animal life around these parts were larger than normal. |
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Post by TYRANNUS on May 11, 2017 2:24:08 GMT
all consuming
Irritable. So very, very irritable. Sat in a puddle of blood and entrails Tyrannus picked his teeth with the bones of his most recent kill. Adjuchas class, they were like snacks to him now but every now and again he got a craving that he just couldn't turn down. This one, a fat bastard by the name of Boar, had proven more than a little cumbersome in his capture and demise, then again all hollows were pretty much the same way. But this one seemed to love his life more than anything and his attachment, at least when he realized just how truly out of his depth he really was. He'd fled, leading the vasto lorde deep into the human world. It wasn't long before Tyrannus found his bloodied, defeated carcass attempting to scale the volcano he'd tracked him down to.
How he'd pleaded, begged and wept for mercy, offering his existence as forfeit to continue living as his slave. His weakness made Tyrannus scowl in petulant disdain.
Snacks shouldn't beg for their lives
His opponents screams were barely audible as his life was wrung from his flesh, spraying blood, organs and entrails across the warm rocks nearby. Tyrannus gorged himself on the remains, picking every bone clean. . . .even then he was still hungry for more. What'd he'd give for another. . .
Just as that thought crossed his mind his nostrils flared as the scent of another began to waft in, growing stronger as he focused in on it.
Looks like there's a main course after appetizers
With a soft splash the vasto would rise from his nest of remains, blood staining his otherwise golden fur as droplet after droplet cascaded down his yellow hairs.
Little pig, little pig. . .
He mumbled scanning the terrain for where to start.
Where are you hiding. . . ?
His eyes immediately shooting in the direction of the signature, a wicked grin tearing at his features as he began to stride in that direction.
Time to blow your house in. . .
W O R D S
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M U S I C
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T A G
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