Tyki

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"yes... something is hunting" shiro says evenly before lowering his voice and drawing his sword, uneasy at the sudden silence that had cropped up and very much so reluctant to find out why animals were letting out death rattles in the distance, belaying that something was approaching. "hide and remain silent" shiro orders quietly before doing so himself, hiding in a thick briar that masked sight of him and waiting for the growing whispering of what was approaching while an unnatural fog sets in along with a chill, as though something unnatural were approaching. "scent of death on the air... we can't fight them so just hide" shiro says quietly as the unnatural and chilling fog rolls in while the rattle of bones begins to become apparent on the wind. a superstitious, cautious, or experienced man would recognize what was coming and one of the three would be more afraid then warranted while the other two would hide and remain silent.

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Akihisa Yoshii said
Maaaaatt... Where did Creed go >.> ?

if you listen very very closely you can hear him fapping in the bowls of a tomb to a fresh corpse :3

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"we're going to be stopping by a river on the way for lunch before actually heading into town... how good are you at fishing?" shiro says evenly as he ignores mihai'en's comment on his getting stuck in a permanent scowl as simply put he just didn't have much to happy about lately. after gathering everything shiro needed from camp for a trip into town, which basically consisted of getting dressed and putting his pack on, he begins to walk through the forest, making sure that he stayed within vision of mihai'en so as not to lose him in the mist that was rapidly turning into fog, showing that there would most likely be rain later on

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sorry mzambos, but i won't be able to reply until tommorrow... i can't keep my eyes open....

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"i couldn't wake you up otherwise now get up. town's a few hours away so we'll get there by lunch" shiro says evenly, his annoyed gaze belaying his lack of love for rising early especially when it was such a rude awakening as the one he'd experienced this morning and added on top of that the lack of comfortable sleeping as the closest thing he had to a sleeping bag or blanket was his cloak which he was currently wearing to hide his more wolfish traits. after gathering up the rabbit hide, having cleaned it the previous night and most likely going to try and sell it in town for a meal which he was in dire need of

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LowKey123 said

so i take you'll be joining us then?

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"very well, more for me" shiro says evenly, letting mihai'en sleep while the rabbit cooks under shiro's watchful gaze. shiro eats before going to bed, leaving nothing more than bones after his meal, which he stores in a pack for later use in a broth or other such purposes. shiro rouses loudly from a nightmare about his family pleading for him to save them while they're being eaten before the wolf turn on him, the shout most likely waking mihai'en to the mists of the early morning forest around him, the sun just beginning it's slow rise leaving the vibrant and towering trees showered in grey light and silence while shiro's fire had gone out during the night, leaving everything cold. after getting up, putting his sword in it's scabbard through his belt and putting his cloak on to hide his tail and ears shiro wanders around the camp gather dead branches that had already fallen from their trees for the fire, knowing that the dryads would be amiss were he to actually climb into a tree and begin removing branches, before letting the sun rise and attempting to wake mihai'en gently but failing that shiro just gives him a light kick

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"sounds alot more interesting than my tale i'm afraid. my old name was shiro gantzero, grew up on a farm not far from here that mainly grew wheat and potatoes and had a small chicken coop. we were fairly wealthy for farmers but we were still farmers and the lord treated us like such. the lord of the time was sir rubarch, an old knight that earned himself a title and some land in some war no one cares about anymore. he'd gotten fat and greedy so he taxed the hell out of his people and as one of the higher ups of the village my dad was often sent to his manor to negotiate fairer terms and taxes so people could eat and such which of course pissed the lord off but my dad was an ex soldier for the previous lord so lord rubarch knew that if he had him imprisoned then he'd not only get the village pissed at him but also his own men because he'd actually trained with a fair number of them so my dad used to be able to handle negotiations better than most other village folks. anyway, that's how things went for a while until one night one of the lord's regeants came to our house wounded and seeking aid so being the idiot that i was i helped him in and tended his wounds but the minute i turned my back on him he knocked me out... i woke up tyed to a chair with lord rubarch sitting opposite me while a massive wolf was pacing around my bound family... the lord started spouting a bunch of crap about common folk knowing their place before he had his pet wolf start laying my family down and eating them alive while i watched... i don't remember much after the wolf was done eating my dad. i woke up in the woods not far from my family's farm with my dad's old sword and my eye covered in blood while the rest of me felt like a mess... i spent some time walking to a local monastary where the monks took me in for a couple years but after they started noticing... changes about me i got kicked out... been here ever since" shiro says evenly, getting wrapped up in his tale and telling more than he wanted to, touching the scars on his eye when he mentions it while the anger in his eyes turns to sadness for a moment while he talks about his family. after a few moments of silence the top of shiro's hood twitches, something moveing underneath it before he turns and leaps at something, disappearing into the underbrush for a few minutes before a wet snap is heard and he comes out with a rabbit with a snapped neck, smiling as he looks it over, his mind diverted from sadness by the lure of fresh meat. "knew there was one of these little bastards around..." shiro says happily before digging around for a knife, skinning, and butchering the the rabbit, cleaning the hide while the meat cooks for an actual dinner

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"maybe with a few less listening ears around i'll tell you some interesting tidbits, but for now just know that i don't like being called lad" shiro says evenly before throwing the rock back hard enough to knock kothar from the tree with a large welt forming on his forehead. shiro goes about picking some berries for dinner, popping them into his mouth and obviously not really liking the taste despite how younger people tended to like sweets but he made no complaint and ate them anyway since he didn't appear to have any choice. after a few minutes of picking berries for the both of them shiro hands some off to mihai'en and sits down to rest against the dead fall, saying evenly "and honestly if you want a stranger to tell you about them it's normally customary for you to tell them something about you first" as he relaxes and cleans his well kept blade which looks old but well kept, most likely an heirloom or hand me down from a soldier or scavenged from a corpse given the fact that shiro seemed to be all alone out here with just the woods and a killer demon-dryad for company

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"shiro... don't have a last name anymore" shiro says evenly as he extends his hand, shaking mihai'en's before ignoring kothar as he walks with mihai'en in the forest, saying "don't listen to him... demons spout lies and dryads are no better" in an annoyed tone as he walks along a game trail through the forest, the path too tight for something as large as kothar to follow easilly. after a few minutes of walking in the night mihai'en and shiro eventually emerge into a forest clearing to find a burlap tent that seems to be made from old clothing close to a small campfire ringed by stones to make it harder to spot from the trees, making the campsite well hidden with some blackberry bushes to act as a temporary food source when game couldn't be found and from shiro's tired and exasperated glances at his food stocks it was easy to tell that game hadn't been found for a while. "make yourself at home i suppose... it's not much but it's what i've got for the time" shiro offers as he adds more wood to the fire which had almost died while he was away, stoking it back to life for a few minutes before resting against some deadfall