1 Seeing A Man About His Spiders[Training|Sero|NK] Sat Apr 29, 2017 10:17 pm
Rogue
D-rank
Ivory skin glinted in the sunlight, showing a beauty like that of the rolling fog that was approaching a small, rocking boat. The boat moved as the waters around it churned and made the wood groan, but still the dinghy went on about it's way. Rowing away on his lonesome was the porcelain skinned man himself, his skin showing a bright color to the otherwise drab surrounding and an outcast amidst the blue waters. As the fog rolled over the boat, he would disappear periodically from view, appearing only through breaks in the fog. The male was wearing a soft, ocean blue jacket with reptillian themed scales upon the sleeves, a blue t-shirt with a dragon logo upon it and underneath it he wore a normal shinobi netted shirt. If one could see in the boat he was found to be wearing navy pants with matching shoes, and his socks in the shoes were black. If one looked closely at his neck, they'd see a tattoo of a dragon eating its own tail. Rather curious.
The boat smacked into the dock of an island, or rather a destroyed bridge used as one, and the male stepped off onto the platform, being met by a gaunt old ferryman. Without a word, he went to attend to the dinghy, tying it to the platform to keep it from drifting away, completely ignoring the young wanderer's presence. With a silent shrug, Rogue moved on to the dirt road he was met with, following it along curiously. He hadn't the foggiest (haha, get it?) idea of why he'd come to this place and didn't much care. This was very curious and had the young male's attention in the fullest. He was so absorbed in taking everything in that he almost didn't notice. The dead trees on either side of the road, the dead branches extended like claws at him, but this didn't interest him. What did was that even through poor visibility, the male could make out spider webs among the trees and they looked rather, well, large. Too large for normal spiders, but there was no way there could be something that large, right? This would take some investigating.
As Rogue made it deeper and deeper into the trees, there was an overwhelming feeling that he wasn't alone. That at any moment something could come out and feast upon him. It was a rather unpleasant feeling to say the least and one he did not want to continue having. He heard a rustling and turned just in time to see a dog-sized form sprint across the treeline. Strange, but that animal almost looked to have eight appendages. Shaking this thought from his head, Rogue continued on, eventually reaching a black gate missing a lock. Before he pushed it open, Rogue noticed a sign written in a type of red paint that stated 'Keep Out!' It's funny, the paint kind of looked like dried blood. Perhaps..? No, it couldn't be.
He pushed the gate open, the loud cry echoing into the distance, singing to the trees for lack of other listeners that it needed to be lubed by something, perhaps a nice can of oil. Shrugging a bit, Rogue made his way through the gates and into the fog, deeper through it until he came to the base of a large hill. There was nowhere else to go so the wanderer, well, wandered his way up the hill. The steep incline was almost a bit too much for him to deal with but after a few minutes he finally reached the top and was greeted with the sight of an old rundown, yet still beautiful manor and a greenhouse off to his right. Rogue quietly approached the manor, taking in the details of the three story building. It had a bell tower with no bell, strange. He reached the steps and moved up onto the porch, approaching the double doors. On the doors were knockers in the shape of wolves' heads and Rogue cautiously reached out, and lifted the knocker and banged it on the door, awaiting an answer.
"What the hell am I doing?"
WC: 705
The boat smacked into the dock of an island, or rather a destroyed bridge used as one, and the male stepped off onto the platform, being met by a gaunt old ferryman. Without a word, he went to attend to the dinghy, tying it to the platform to keep it from drifting away, completely ignoring the young wanderer's presence. With a silent shrug, Rogue moved on to the dirt road he was met with, following it along curiously. He hadn't the foggiest (haha, get it?) idea of why he'd come to this place and didn't much care. This was very curious and had the young male's attention in the fullest. He was so absorbed in taking everything in that he almost didn't notice. The dead trees on either side of the road, the dead branches extended like claws at him, but this didn't interest him. What did was that even through poor visibility, the male could make out spider webs among the trees and they looked rather, well, large. Too large for normal spiders, but there was no way there could be something that large, right? This would take some investigating.
As Rogue made it deeper and deeper into the trees, there was an overwhelming feeling that he wasn't alone. That at any moment something could come out and feast upon him. It was a rather unpleasant feeling to say the least and one he did not want to continue having. He heard a rustling and turned just in time to see a dog-sized form sprint across the treeline. Strange, but that animal almost looked to have eight appendages. Shaking this thought from his head, Rogue continued on, eventually reaching a black gate missing a lock. Before he pushed it open, Rogue noticed a sign written in a type of red paint that stated 'Keep Out!' It's funny, the paint kind of looked like dried blood. Perhaps..? No, it couldn't be.
He pushed the gate open, the loud cry echoing into the distance, singing to the trees for lack of other listeners that it needed to be lubed by something, perhaps a nice can of oil. Shrugging a bit, Rogue made his way through the gates and into the fog, deeper through it until he came to the base of a large hill. There was nowhere else to go so the wanderer, well, wandered his way up the hill. The steep incline was almost a bit too much for him to deal with but after a few minutes he finally reached the top and was greeted with the sight of an old rundown, yet still beautiful manor and a greenhouse off to his right. Rogue quietly approached the manor, taking in the details of the three story building. It had a bell tower with no bell, strange. He reached the steps and moved up onto the porch, approaching the double doors. On the doors were knockers in the shape of wolves' heads and Rogue cautiously reached out, and lifted the knocker and banged it on the door, awaiting an answer.
"What the hell am I doing?"
WC: 705