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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 1:49 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 1:58 am
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Vincent of the Fire Vincent indeed stepped back and looked at the other, wiping the tears from his face, showing that no more fell. "That was my show of thanks, master. I owe you my life, though I don't see what good that would do. A nothing's life is nothing." He looked to the ground, his hand shaking nervously, though he hid it behind him, letting the blood run down his back and butt, and drip to the floor.
::The wolf ignored the explanation at least outwardly. It wasnt relevant to the task at hand.::
Your learning...
::Cerebus folded his arms across his chest.::
A nothing should know its place, and its worth. But no posession of mine will be without worth. Patch yourself and come with me.
::That was all, his voice hinted at nothing, his posture hinted at nothing. And he simple turned and walked away back towards ths stadium. Even through the forest the stone walls peeked out over the horizon. To Cerebus, Vincent was nothing, he was without worth, so how would he give him worth? Only time would tell. For now Vincent needed to not be making a bloody trail for more predators to follow.
The wolf would walk, and continue to walk the path back to the stadium, at which time he would enter the side exit and step beside the rim of the main arena, up above the pit as he waited for Vincent.::
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 11:53 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 3:58 pm
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The bough bent downwards lightly, as the figure poised atop leapt forward suddenly, springing through the air. Arms sprear outwards as if he were going to flap them and take flight any minute. His hip twisted, soon followed by the rest of his body in turn, his body slowly rotating mid-air.
It was a fluid motion, an artform of gracefulness only seen on an olympic level.
One full revolution complete, the arms suddenly stretched forward, and like a circus acrobatm, hands found purchase upon a new bough. Pulling, the figure's body upturned and heaved, swinging along the branch it held, to come up and land gently atop the bough, sitrring several leaves free to drift downwards to the ground.
Yellowed eyes narrowed, as the figure remained crouched upon the enw bough, observing for a few moments. He was garbed differently today, whereing a distinct red fishnet netting atop his upper body, both forearms heavily bandaged. A forehead protector plate was tied loosely against his, well forehead, the dark red cloth holding the what appeared to be silver plating in. Locks of bloodred hair framed a young face, the right side of which was bandaged here and there. A distinctive scar ran along, horizontally, against the bridge of his nose.
Atop the fishnet, a somewhat short, black flak vest, with collar upturned and covering just enough, up to above where his belly button would be. His black flagged pants billowed slightly, straps sticking out from the sides of the legs. He wore a simple pair of black boots upon his feet.
His head turned to the side..
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:05 pm
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From a tree, a few more leaves fall, and if you looked hard enough, you could see a leg hanging from it. A leg with black denim pants, and adorned with old combat boots. If you looked harder, you could see into the tree, and see the form of a man who had been through a lot. His chest was bare, and adorned with scars ranging from a couple of inches, to the length of his torso. On his back, on his left side, was a wing nub.
The face lifted, a hand pushing red hair out of the way of sunglasses, and words escaping his mouth. "Why are you here?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:49 pm
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