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GOOD? BAD? ═══════════════☠═══════════════ Fenrir closed his eyes for a moment and grinned, flashing his sharp white canines. "Without a doubt." he growled and opened his eyes to see his Captain in a new light. However, his words were probably lost amongst the growing cheers of the crowd that washed over the whole stadium in waves.
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After some time the people of the coliseum slowly departed until only Fenrir, Amaya, and a strange man Fenrir had never met before remained. By this time Fenrir had since left his view overseeing the arena and now walked across its sands to approach Amaya, his silver dogtags glinting in the moonlight as they bobbed against his chest. "You did well, but we don't have the time to sit around and celebrate. Get to the medical center as soon as you are able to have your wounds healed, and then make your way to Spwoon so you can rearrange your new office and check on any newcomers that might be passing through. We never go over a couple weeks without some new fool hoping to prove their strength, so you'll have plenty of fresh meat." ═══════════════☠═══════════════
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 9:08 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:30 pm
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GOOD? BAD? ═══════════════☠═══════════════ Hearing Liliana, Fenrir turned slightly to face her. "Nothing that serious. I just had to put Amaya here through a test before I could declare her as my new Captain." The king gestured towards the caped woman standing at his side. "Now, what did you come to me for?" Fenrir's voice turned back to its usual cold and serious tone as he addressed his student, knowing that Liliana wouldn't travel across the city to find him just to check up on things. ═══════════════☠═══════════════
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:37 pm
 Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's eyes widen a little bit, he felt a chill run down his spine as the aura around Fenrir went cold. His scent seemed different as well, this man, this lycan he just met; he felt fear. He saw what fear was like, his eyes shaking, so was his hands. He herd about what Fenrir did to one city, it was a utopia int he sea, he himself had destroyed. Katsuro finally felt what fear was like in his own eyes, in a figure of a person. His hands still shaking as he tried to to calm himself. Heavy breathing came from the young lycan- no, more than that. He couldn't move at all as well. he had finally came over his sense of fear as he calmed himself down, trying so hard not to make a scene at all. It will never be able to go back the way it was before
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 4:47 am
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GOOD? BAD? ═══════════════☠═══════════════ Fenrir nodded to Liliana. "Actually, there is. The catacombs beneath the graveyard are the most actively infused source or arcane energy that comes to mind. Another location would actually be the Hellgrind training center. The house may look old, but the walls and infrastructure have been heavily influenced by arcane magic to transform its environment and size to meet our training needs."
Suddenly Fenrir glanced away from his student to sniff the air curiously. "Hmph, I smell fear." The king turned around and flashed a look at Katsuro, who was still nearby. "You don't smell like you're from this city. Who are you?" ═══════════════☠═══════════════
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:34 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 1:04 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's eye widen for a few seconds when Fenrir addressed him, shaking his head as to concentrate. His face expression return to normal as he looked at the master lycan from the distance. "My name is Katsuro Tachibana, I am a Swordmaster Lycan from the city of Pronta. I came in search for the person named Fenrir to teach me in becoming a full lycan, outwitting my foes and crushing them with a mighty blow!" He said, his sense of fear was replaced with cofendence, he wanted to bring honor to his family, be another member and shed his skin to become a full fledge lycan It will never be able to go back the way it was before
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 2:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 2:59 pm
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro's face harden a little bit, the stories were true then. Fenrir was cold hearted to meet, but Katsuro hasn't come all this way just to be talked down on. Katsuro lowered his head, shadows block his eyes, forehead and nose, only showing his mouth. A sickening grin slither pass his face, his attitude had change, as if his insanity thirst for battle had once rose again, He had first chuckled for a good few seconds. the chuckle then turn into soft laughter, louder the laughing got as his aura had change as well. It felt....dark. As if madness itself slither into him right there and then. The laugh stop, his mouth slightly open as his aura finally calmed down. "Murakumo. Release." The enchanted words echoed, huge amount of flames ran out of the sheath, Katsuro setting his one hand on the hilt as he slowly release the weapon out of it's prison once more, the metal sliding with the sheath as the intense flames surrounded the young lycan like a giant serpent slithering around his whole body. The blade was as dark as the shadows themselves, surrounded with the very flames that hover around Katsuro himself. "Weak huh? I wouldn't think so lord Fenrir. I'm not trying to look for any trouble, but I always like a good fight. But I know one thing. I seek power!" He said as his eyes finally came out of the shadows, an insane look ventured into his own eyes. A small sicking grin made his way as his sharp teeth were showing, his sign being a lycan. It will never be able to go back the way it was before
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 9:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 10:54 pm
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⇛Soul Eater of Nocturne⇚||⇛Adept⇚||⇛Harbinger of Darkness⇚||⇛⇚||⇛Speed=2⇚||⇛Strength=8⇚
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Amaya had bowed and left the colloseum before Fenrir began talking to the other two. She had things to take care off and didn't need to waste her time listening to ramblings of others. Heading out of the colloseum, Amaya headed over to the hospital to get herself checked out.
(Sorry for the short posts, my mind is so cluttered with thoughts that I can't seem to properly write. It's rather bothersome )
Theme: Hellsing AMV
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:23 am
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GOOD? BAD? ═══════════════☠═══════════════ Fenrir raised an eyebrow to give Katsuro a curious look, though one devoid of any fear. It was more like a shark looking at a blow-fish that'd puffed itself up to appear more intimidating. "And here I thought you were a pacifist." he mentally communicated back to Liliana before responding to Katsuro. "Do you know what the difference is between pride and arrogance?" Fenrir grinned, flashing his sharp canines at the newcomer. "The prideful ones are the ones that can actually back up their arrogance. We'll find out which one you are in a little...initiation ceremony." Then the king glanced over at Liliana. "You wanted a piece of him? Then a piece you shall have." Without waiting for a response Fenrir turned around and vanished in a burst of light, leaving the two to settle their own differences.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:35 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 11:09 am
Katsuro Tachibana ll-Lycan-ll-Adept-ll-Swordmaster-ll-Murakumo User-ll-Strength 11/12-ll-Speed 6/7-ll This world is dyed with the color of blood. Katsuro cooled himself down as he sheathed his sword once more, the flames venturing back into the sheath as well. Katsuro jump into the arena, somewhat pissed that these people are mocking him. "Tch, petty people" He said to himself. It would seem that he needed to show them what he is truly made of. He had learn what he needed to learn from Pronta. It was time that he showed the world of his powers. In truth, he was all alone in the arena, everyone else left. All three of his weapons were with him as well, his katana at his side, his Murakumo weapon on his back pointing diagonally to the left while his claymore was on the back of his left shoulder pointing downwards. He waited, waiting to see what his opponent is made of It will never be able to go back the way it was before
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