1 Rebirth Pt1 (closed) Thu May 03, 2018 4:59 am
Tsuneo
D-rank
There lies a monstrosity within everyone, some choose to embrace their monstrous side, and some choose to run away from it, while others try to destroy their own monstrosity. However, only few attempt to tame it, and even fewer successfully tame their inner monsters. However, even less than that and more rare than those who tame their own monsters; are those that terrify them. White hair, black nails, one red jewel and another blue for eyes, six feet and four inches tall, with a skin paler than the white snow covering the small town in which he lurked. Slightly muscular body sporting a well-honed figure and slender legs. Steps on top of steps paced the distance from the small town covered in snow till those steps stopped their trail in the middle of the forest. Those steps would hide from the light in the darkness of the snowy forest as jewels for eyes glared from the shadows.
The pair of jewels would scout the area as they danced from one place to another, fully absorbing the location. The sound of women weeping filled pale cold ears as insects chattered of their victory, of how these women were the loot, the booty, the treasure they’ll take away from the town. How these women were mere products to be sold. Pale cold ears listened silently, not a breath to be heard, not a step, nor a scent to be smelled from the figure hidden in the dense forest. The insect managing the caravan in which women and young girls were thrown into would speak, a burly voice for a tiny insect.
“Great work lads, these classes will fill our pockets after we sell em, might as well keep on or two for the after party, the lasses of this village are a mighty fine catch aye?”
The pair of jewels would scout the area as they danced from one place to another, fully absorbing the location. The sound of women weeping filled pale cold ears as insects chattered of their victory, of how these women were the loot, the booty, the treasure they’ll take away from the town. How these women were mere products to be sold. Pale cold ears listened silently, not a breath to be heard, not a step, nor a scent to be smelled from the figure hidden in the dense forest. The insect managing the caravan in which women and young girls were thrown into would speak, a burly voice for a tiny insect.
“Great work lads, these classes will fill our pockets after we sell em, might as well keep on or two for the after party, the lasses of this village are a mighty fine catch aye?”