KaijuBaragon

The Emerald Empire [Dystopian Future RP with a hint of Sci-Fi and Fantasy]

This seems interesting.

Blood Moon, Black Sun

This seems interesting. Expect an app from me.

A Great Bloody Mess

Krov brushed the leaves hastily off of his shoulders. And gave himself a quick brush down with his hands before turning round to look for his book. He walked for a few seconds, and then saw it resting against a nearby tree. Krov picked it up and brushed it down. The cover was fine, but some of the pages had dirt on them. Krov scowled at the dirt. He hated dirt. It reminded him of trudging through thick mud, gun in hand, the only sound being the squelching of the boots, and the occasional person falling down. Those people were just left. No help came to them.

After making sure that all the dirt was off the book, he pocketed it. He turned to walk back to the shack, but then he heard something coming towards him out of the distance. What if it was a black sword. Krov backed away, nervous. Then he had a worse thought. What if it was Priscilla? Krov had interrupted her talk with Kuro. She was probably going to behead him, or stake him through the heart, or force him out into the sunlight. But Krov let out a deep sigh of relief when he realized it was only the quick and agile form of Kuro sprinting out of the darkness. Kuro wasn't one who Krov thought had the guts to kill a fellow vampire, even though he had threatened to behead Krov, Greyson and Karina. But anyone would say that in crisis.

"Krov-kun... It seems that you're really burdened with something. If we would like to live and work together, we'd need to know one another. Just express your wounds in anyway you can. Hit me, fight me, or, preferably, we talk. We might be vampires, but it doesn't mean we don't have emotions. We can still experience rage, sadness, and bitterness, and when we pile those darky things in our kokoro... we can't see the forest beyond the trees. So, what burdens you, Krov-kun?"

"For the record, I tripped. I was yelling in shock and surprise, not in rage or anger. But yes, I guess there is something that is burdening me." Krov's brick red eyes narrowed in the darkness. "That.... Chiyo back at the shack... She is the... " Krov let everything loose. "She is the most disrespectful person I have ever met in my entire life! She took my story of pain and torture, and made it into a laughing stock. She only cares about herself! I'll bet she will abandon Karina at the first chance that she gets!".

Krov's body was beginning to tense up. Krov took a few deep breaths and then relaxed.

A Great Bloody Mess

I'll get a post up today. I've been at my Grandma's house for the last few days, and no access to a computer. Just my tablet. But yes, I will have a post up by today. Also, Krov is a lesser, not a fledgling.

A Great Bloody Mess

I don't think Kuro and Priscilla are going to be happy with Krov.

A Great Bloody Mess

Krov said nothing to Chiyo's rude speech. But inside, he was fighting a battle with two sides of his personality. The one who cared for Krov's respect and dignity among the vampire society, and the one who was left over from Krov's days in the war. The one that was a little insane and personally wanted to kill everyone that looked at Krov a little but funny.

"I should just grab a sword and behead this so called elder on the spot! No one has any idea what I went through! They think I am a hotshot fledgling who thinks I am top of the pile! If they could see what I went through at the hands of the humans, they would know why I joined this uprising. If this arrogant fool knew my past, saw my past, she would be thinking differently of Krov Piyavki." Krov thought. But didn't dare to say out loud.

What he said was "For the record, I don't like Pierogi. It's a foul human creation". Then he scowled at Chiyo, gave a questioning look to Karina. Then he tightened up his thick coat, and walked to the door. "I am getting some fresh air. It is getting stuffy in this shack. And" Krov looked at Karina. "Decide where your loyalty lies.". And with that, he walked out into the night. He pulled out the Art of War and begun reading.

"Sun Tzu said: In the operations of war, where there are in the field a thousand swift chariots, as many heavy chariots, and a hundred thousand mail-clad soldiers"

Krov was engrossed in the book, and his foot became caught on a tree root, he tripped with a loud bang, and got up, but not before yelling a few choice Russian swear words.

You Get What You Give

I'm going to do a Policeman who hates the Merry Men to the core.

You Get What You Give

Hmm... This is interesting.

A Great Bloody Mess

Waiting on Diminuendo for my post.

A Great Bloody Mess

Waiting for another post, stuck on what to say here.