[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/1HQfKE8.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LjIyN2U5Ni5UV0YwZEdocFlYTWdTMjl1YzNSaGJuUnBibVUsLjAA/rise-of-kingdom.regular.png[/img] [hr] [/center] As the sun shines brightly down upon the engrossed Port Sesta, an Anarcian ponders over the landscape as he sips from his mug of ale. Lieutenant Konstantine may look alien within the confines of his old enemy's port, however he had nothing to fear in times of peace, nor does the port have any ill-will upon him. The blazing rivalry of the War prior has virtually been drenched into nothing more but a faint lingering flicker. He was borrowing his services within the port by an old Estalan friend of his, a merchant, who had wanted to converge with him over political matters, yet he is running late. Whatever is taking him so long? Nonetheless, the rugged warrior still has patience to spare, even after having settled down for the past ten minutes. Still, it poses as somewhat concerning since he recalls his friend usually being on time. Was he bogged down by the intense number of people? Perhaps another friend of his stopped him? God forbid that he got stopped by bandits, although that's highly unlikely. Konstantine takes another sip of his beer as he watches the events unravel before him on the streets. It's indeed a busy day for the port. He's already seen a small Estalan patrol pass by just a minute ago, marching in perfect formation as they scour the area for bandit activity. A shame that Konstantine cannot meet with his fellow soldiers currently, as most still remain back in Blackwater or are in other locations but here. He'll get to see them again, given time, as the days slug away at the hours and minutes. And it ought to be soon too, considering the pirate menace has been moving north towards the archipelago. Many of his comrades and surviving superiors say he'd do great onboard a ship, however this lieutenant does not fancy ship-to-ship combat. His specialities lies on the frontlines of solid ground, not onboard ships crashing against the thunderous waves and the lighting strikes of cannon-fire. Of course, he'll be no naval commander anytime soon, rather he'd most likely be tasked in boarding the enemy ship when the time came. It's already a better compromise and something he'd do excellent in. However, that command has not been issued to him as of yet, and so all Konstantine can do is lay back and enjoy the peace that encapsulates the port. For however long it will last... [hr][center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ofaoMC8.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjg4LmE1MmExMi5RV3hxWVdocGJRLCwuMAAAAAAAAA,,/deadhead-rough.regular.png[/img] [hr] [/center] [b][color=f7941d]"Hey! Stop right there!"[/color][/b] Within the depths of a small alley way, bandits began to swarm around a lone hooded figure standing in the middle with the scruff of a man's coat in his grasp. The man's face was severely bloodied, with several scratch marks bleeding down his face as he only whispers pleads to be let go. Yet these scratch marks weren't made from a simple human's rounded fingernails. These came from something else. Someone more monster than man. And the figure's hands were elongated and had incredibly long yellowish-white claws tipped with crimson blood. Even his hand was dark red in color, riddled with wrinkles that formed skin unlike any other human on earth. The bandits were confused at who this guy is. Some were ready to charge in, while some became more scared at being it's next victim. [b][color=f7941d]"Show yourself y-you monster!"[/color][/b] the bandit leader asks hesitatingly as he wields his blade. Turning slowly to reveal his icy-blue eyes gleaming from his hood, the monster glares at the shivering leader as his mouth becomes partially visible with his long fangs poking out. Then he begins to chuckle in a sinister fashion. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Ya sure about that?"[/color][/b] the monster hisses with a hard gruff voice, [b][color=9e0b0f]"What do ya truly think is under the hood?"[/color][/b] The bandit leader continues to shiver, his hands becoming more and more unstable as the seconds tick by. [b][color=f7941d]"W-Why are you here?!"[/color][/b] the man shouts loudly, trying miserably to feel like he's in charge. Another chuckle escapes his mouth as he lets go of his dazed prey. He slowly turns around to face the bandit, his face still hidden within his hood and the shade of the alley. He begins to slowly walk towards them, forcing the leader and several of his thugs to begin stepping back. More shivering ensures and their gasps didn't help. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Ya should ask yer little buddy o' yers."[/color][/b] the creature growls as he continues crawling slowly to them, [b][color=9e0b0f]"Struck first, wanting to get at any possessions o' mine. I can tell ya righ' now that I don't have any o' value."[/color][/b] The bandits began to panic. One of them screamed loudly as he attempted to charge the hooded figure with his sword over his head. The figure's fingers extended, showing off his bloodied claws as he effortlessly rips through the bandit's midriff. The bandit yelps in pain as he smashes into the wall next to him, gripping his side in agony. Now everyone was panicking. [b][color=9e0b0f]"But I can still give ya' an IOU."[/color][/b] the figure continues with more of his front teeth being in view, [b][color=9e0b0f]"So 'ere it is."[/color][/b] With that, the hooded figure's head lowers as he takes off his hood. Within a split second, his mangled face cocks towards the bandits as his mouth extended to reveal two rows of dagger-esque teeth and issues a terrifying hiss. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Boo."[/color][/b] The bandits were mortified at what they've witnessed and they've instantly booked out of the alley in sheer terror. And in eight seconds flat, they were finally gone. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Heh."[/color][/b] Aljahim snorts as he puts back his hood on, [b][color=9e0b0f]"Works every time."[/color][/b] With that, the laguz attempts to cover up his skin as he makes his way towards the public road. After giving two cautious looks both ways, he makes his way south towards the harbor's square. Hopefully those bastards knew their lesson not to take on Aljahim ever again. Because looks can always be deceiving.