1 Blood attracts monsters (Private, No Kill) Mon Feb 09, 2015 6:54 am
Sero
S-rank
Sero had stood outside this place as a child. Even before he had become infamous during the chunnin exams, he had come here. It seemed to resonate with him. It smelled of old death and blood both fresh and old. Its ancient structure stood tall and cold. People avoided this place and as such it seemed abandoned, unwanted, and feared. It held within it the darkness of a nation. It was every bit the monster Sero was. His dull grey eyes stared at it from outside the gate now as dead as the grave, as they had been even as a small child. He had to mature quickly to survive and it had killed a great deal of the things in people that made them human in him. Even now his aura could be felt by anyone within forty meters of him. The walk here alone had people rushing into their homes and locking their doors and windows for the night. he couldn't remember when it happened but much like this academy anyone could feel it. Like blood was dripping from his hands, as if fangs filled his mouth and a demon resided within him. He had the Aura of a beast, a monster. To most he wasn't a guardian. He was the boogeyman. They avoided him as they did this place.
And so he stood there in grey robes with old blood stains around the bottom hem and the edges of his sleeves. Blood didn't come out of clothes so he had decided to simply wear it as was. The moon was high in the sky overhead and the fog seemed to blanket the ground like a sheet just up to his ankles. Yet around him small tendrils seemed to reach up as if grasping for him only to fall away. When he walked it was so fluid he almost seemed to float with his feet hidden. On his left hip resided his tools. A katana and a wakizashi. He was a weapons master but these two felt comfortable to travel with. A slight breeze picked up his shoulder length silver hair and caressed his pale skin. Still this place felt natural to him. He was closer to it then anywhere else short of his home where he kept his trophies, heads of those who had fallen to his blades. He wasn't much for company after all. Still his right hand lifted to touch the Kiri head band around his neck before he frowned. He didn't need to reflect on others, their ideals were a waste of time. His duty was to slay those who threatened this country. And that he was good at.
Still his hand left his headband and moved to the old gate. Pushing it open with pale fingers and ease as if ignoring the heavy rust. Its audible complaint echoed in the night as it screamed its agony and abuse from being opened after so much decay. However Sero ignored it. He had no doubt people wouldn't question him being here. This dark castle was a perfect place for a monster. His slow strides carried him across the courtyard like he was floating along. The cold night didn't bother him, after all he couldn't feel it. Yet even as old as it was the smell of blood filled his nostrils as he stopped in the center of the courtyard and stared at the tall building. Those dull eyes seemed to lack life yet at the same time seemed to see everything. As if it was the very soul of the place he was looking at. As if he was the monster the people claimed he was. The monster he never denied being.
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And so he stood there in grey robes with old blood stains around the bottom hem and the edges of his sleeves. Blood didn't come out of clothes so he had decided to simply wear it as was. The moon was high in the sky overhead and the fog seemed to blanket the ground like a sheet just up to his ankles. Yet around him small tendrils seemed to reach up as if grasping for him only to fall away. When he walked it was so fluid he almost seemed to float with his feet hidden. On his left hip resided his tools. A katana and a wakizashi. He was a weapons master but these two felt comfortable to travel with. A slight breeze picked up his shoulder length silver hair and caressed his pale skin. Still this place felt natural to him. He was closer to it then anywhere else short of his home where he kept his trophies, heads of those who had fallen to his blades. He wasn't much for company after all. Still his right hand lifted to touch the Kiri head band around his neck before he frowned. He didn't need to reflect on others, their ideals were a waste of time. His duty was to slay those who threatened this country. And that he was good at.
Still his hand left his headband and moved to the old gate. Pushing it open with pale fingers and ease as if ignoring the heavy rust. Its audible complaint echoed in the night as it screamed its agony and abuse from being opened after so much decay. However Sero ignored it. He had no doubt people wouldn't question him being here. This dark castle was a perfect place for a monster. His slow strides carried him across the courtyard like he was floating along. The cold night didn't bother him, after all he couldn't feel it. Yet even as old as it was the smell of blood filled his nostrils as he stopped in the center of the courtyard and stared at the tall building. Those dull eyes seemed to lack life yet at the same time seemed to see everything. As if it was the very soul of the place he was looking at. As if he was the monster the people claimed he was. The monster he never denied being.
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