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The Dragon Dance, A Dark Fantasy with Fairy Tale and Myth Elements (High-Casual/Always Open)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Well, I have a vague idea so far. I see my initial character as someone who has some political power but is by no means a chief factor. Maybe a veteran knight if that is acceptable right off the bat. For a roleplay of this scope I may go through several different concepts before I finally settle on one, though.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Count me as interested.
The sensation struck Kituo, causing him to cringe. He felt his injured ear and widened his eyes, his jaws falling open. The bleeding had stopped. He was stunned. Unable to resist the urge to look back at the creek, Kituo noticed the golden flakes floating in the water. They had to be the source of his healing. He still had a smidgen of luck left. For the first time in awhile he smiled but not out of happiness. Kituo finally found an ounce of confidence. Only time could tell whether it would last or not. There were still mysteries afoot - the strange being before the trio being his current priority.
Kituo observed his newly acquired companions. One of them introduced himself but Kituo didn't exactly care. He wasn't interested in getting to know anyone. Survival was his only objective. Looking away from Simon to focus on the ghost, he uttered his name.
"I'm Kituo - Kituo Maji. Do you know where we are?"
He sounded apathetic towards Simon. Whether he meant to or not was not of any dire importance - at least to him. In fact, it seemed as if Kituo were talking to the ghost instead. While he hadn't expected it to respond to him, let alone answer his question, Kituo decided it would be best to prod it even further. The whisper it sent to his ear was eerie yet it had a sort of innocent vibe. Of course he was terrified but he hadn't come this far by not taking any risks. He clenched the lantern even tighter. The Sparrow King? Well, at least he had yet to attack them. While the rat and the wolf were certainly abnormalities in Kituo's eyes, the Sparrow King was by superior. It spoke to him from afar and had no visible facial features. A chill ran up Kituo's spine. Why did he have to go and speak to it? What if it tried to possess him?
The confidence he gained had already subsided within a matter of seconds, his legs starting trembling out of apprehension. He couldn't bring himself to continue looking at the Sparrow King. For some reason, he believed that it would allow the ghost to penetrate his body and override his control. Kituo's eyes took to the other individual who was in his company. He didn't too much like how he had inserted himself into a leadership position. However, Kituo didn't exactly mind taking orders as long as they were from someone capable. He watched as he made what appeared to be a spear. Kituo wasn't too familiar with weaponry but he was able to make out such a weapon for it was the standard arm of his city's guards. For now Kituo would not oppose his command. If he could use the forest around them to craft a weapon then he undoubtedly had enough wit and strength for Kituo to depend on.
Wait a second....
As the shavings from the branch dropped into the grass, Kituo noticed yet another phenomenon. He reflected on the time he spent with the tall guy and managed to recall the strange bottle he grabbed from the skeleton. At that instance Kituo didn't find the substance to be of any significance. Even now he didn't think it was much vital. However, someone else had gone through the trouble of trapping the same liquid in a bottle. Kituo was far from a genius but he was able to spot a potential resource when he saw one. But, he didn't have the guts to point out the sight. Besides, for all he knew the sap could be poisonous. He would leave it be for now.
Other than the Sparrow King, what was of more interest was the next action taken by the same man who attempted to craft a spear. He took one the masks from the tree - the one featuring the wolf to be exact. Kituo was admittedly curious about the masks as well but he didn't think investigating them was a good idea. His heat banged against his chest as a new mask started to sprout in place of the removed one. His eyes zipped back to the Sparrow King in hopes that it had not advanced. There it was again. The nauseous associated with Kituo's nervousness. He had his suspicions which he interpreted as bad baggage. So far nothing good had come from any of them. What if the masks were traps? Kituo couldn't allow himself to get caught up in the recklessness of another. He had to protest.
"H-hey are you sure t-that's a good idea? T-those masks could be evil!"
Yes the very notion of what Kituo was trying to convey may have been preposterous, but then again so was the presence of one called the Sparrow King. If he were to tell anyone at home that he met a ghost he would face ridicule and possibly be marked as insane. The amount of chances Kituo had taken so far were enough to end multiple lifetimes. If the three of them were going to be sticking together, then they should at least take each others safety into account. In preparation for a possible disaster, Kituo raised the lantern up. The confidence he could not keep within his own mind was compressed into it. He was beginning to depend on the lantern more than his own father.
Kituo observed his newly acquired companions. One of them introduced himself but Kituo didn't exactly care. He wasn't interested in getting to know anyone. Survival was his only objective. Looking away from Simon to focus on the ghost, he uttered his name.
"I'm Kituo - Kituo Maji. Do you know where we are?"
He sounded apathetic towards Simon. Whether he meant to or not was not of any dire importance - at least to him. In fact, it seemed as if Kituo were talking to the ghost instead. While he hadn't expected it to respond to him, let alone answer his question, Kituo decided it would be best to prod it even further. The whisper it sent to his ear was eerie yet it had a sort of innocent vibe. Of course he was terrified but he hadn't come this far by not taking any risks. He clenched the lantern even tighter. The Sparrow King? Well, at least he had yet to attack them. While the rat and the wolf were certainly abnormalities in Kituo's eyes, the Sparrow King was by superior. It spoke to him from afar and had no visible facial features. A chill ran up Kituo's spine. Why did he have to go and speak to it? What if it tried to possess him?
The confidence he gained had already subsided within a matter of seconds, his legs starting trembling out of apprehension. He couldn't bring himself to continue looking at the Sparrow King. For some reason, he believed that it would allow the ghost to penetrate his body and override his control. Kituo's eyes took to the other individual who was in his company. He didn't too much like how he had inserted himself into a leadership position. However, Kituo didn't exactly mind taking orders as long as they were from someone capable. He watched as he made what appeared to be a spear. Kituo wasn't too familiar with weaponry but he was able to make out such a weapon for it was the standard arm of his city's guards. For now Kituo would not oppose his command. If he could use the forest around them to craft a weapon then he undoubtedly had enough wit and strength for Kituo to depend on.
Wait a second....
As the shavings from the branch dropped into the grass, Kituo noticed yet another phenomenon. He reflected on the time he spent with the tall guy and managed to recall the strange bottle he grabbed from the skeleton. At that instance Kituo didn't find the substance to be of any significance. Even now he didn't think it was much vital. However, someone else had gone through the trouble of trapping the same liquid in a bottle. Kituo was far from a genius but he was able to spot a potential resource when he saw one. But, he didn't have the guts to point out the sight. Besides, for all he knew the sap could be poisonous. He would leave it be for now.
Other than the Sparrow King, what was of more interest was the next action taken by the same man who attempted to craft a spear. He took one the masks from the tree - the one featuring the wolf to be exact. Kituo was admittedly curious about the masks as well but he didn't think investigating them was a good idea. His heat banged against his chest as a new mask started to sprout in place of the removed one. His eyes zipped back to the Sparrow King in hopes that it had not advanced. There it was again. The nauseous associated with Kituo's nervousness. He had his suspicions which he interpreted as bad baggage. So far nothing good had come from any of them. What if the masks were traps? Kituo couldn't allow himself to get caught up in the recklessness of another. He had to protest.
"H-hey are you sure t-that's a good idea? T-those masks could be evil!"
Yes the very notion of what Kituo was trying to convey may have been preposterous, but then again so was the presence of one called the Sparrow King. If he were to tell anyone at home that he met a ghost he would face ridicule and possibly be marked as insane. The amount of chances Kituo had taken so far were enough to end multiple lifetimes. If the three of them were going to be sticking together, then they should at least take each others safety into account. In preparation for a possible disaster, Kituo raised the lantern up. The confidence he could not keep within his own mind was compressed into it. He was beginning to depend on the lantern more than his own father.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
I'm interested.
As Kituo latched his hands onto the lantern, time seemed to pass slower than a turtle walking across an empty field. He was sure that it would be the end of him. There was no way the wolf was going to leave him unharmed. He winced as he felt what he thought was the beast's hot breath scorching against the back of his neck. Summoning an ounce of determination, he grabbed a hold of the lantern and yanked it close to his chest as if it were a baby and he were its parent. For a brief, almost celebratory moment, the green light which the lantern emitted falsely delved Kituo into sanctuary. He reflected on the earlier rat attack and how the light of the lantern seemed to ward the pest away. Kituo was hoping that it would do the same for him now.
To Kituo's surprise, he hadn't been torn to shreds yet. He took his chance to inspect the lantern and become formally acquainted with his life line. He was more fascinated with the light it gave off rather than the object itself. The forest around him was dark and menacing. To Kituo the lantern was the closest thing to the sun he had seen since his arrival. However, unlike the sun which was essentiailly a giant ball of flames, the lantern was not ignited. Instead it was lit by a different means. Encased within its glass was something oval shaped. After taking note of the additional details, Kituo realized that it was an egg. This baffled him. Since when did eggs glow? Then again, since when did people wake up in the middle of random forests? He snapped himself back into focus. Now that he had the lantern he could be on his way. He looked towards the tall guy.
Finders keepers.
He would only be a liability anyway. Whatever he was going through, he would have to go through it alone. At that point Kituo's ultimate concern was none other than his own survival. Did he feel bad for what he was about to do next? Did he feel dispicable for this decision? Yes but still it made no difference. It was in Kituo's nature to perform such acts. He wasn't the knight who rescued people in need. He was the peasant who ran for cover when his town got raided. He secured the lantern only for himself and no one else. The most he was willing to do was wish the tall guy good luck in his own endeavors. Now he had to be on his way.
What was that?
Kituo's dark brown eyes zipped from side to side. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt like there was something looming around. Oh wait - there was still a big black wolf towering above him! He had gotten so involved with the lantern and his own plotting that he forgot about the immediate threat. He had to find a way to separate himself from the wolf. While he had a feeling that it wasn't as much of a threat as he perceived it to be - after all it had yet to butcher him - Kituo knew his luck was about to run out. His physical condition wasn't up to par with his ear still leaking blood and his sanity was far from intact. The way he saw it there was no good a wolf could do him given his circumstances. He took a step back and was thrust into another change.
The wolf was docile. It simply sat in the grass with its eyes locked onto Kituo. If its behavior was supposed to make him feel more at ease, it didn't. The beast's yellow eyes pierced through Kituo like the sharpest of arrows. Its gaze must have contained venom for Kituo felt his joints lock at eye contact. Kituo dragged his sight down to the lantern and pulled it back to the wolf. The lantern wasn't having any affect whatsoever. For all Kituo could register, the wolf was bathing in its radiance just as much as he was. The fear nestled back into Kituo. The lantern was able to ward away weaker troubles but apparently it was ineffective to the might of bigger foes.
I have to get out of here!
He may have been over thinking but what else could he could do? He had learned from his encounter with the rat that animals were in no way predictable. They could not be read like fortunes. The wolf may not have been indicating that it wanted to devour Kituo but he had no trust towards any creature. The wolf's mere presence was enough to beckon suspicion. It was probably scheming to chase Kituo down when he turned his back as if he were a typical deer. Perhaps he could try running backwards so he could keep his attention on it. Such a preposterous idea was bound to fail but at least he wouldn't die blind to his assailant.
SNAP!
Kituo's eyes pulsated as he felt the metal beneath him crumble and wither. He stood ontop of a void before plummeting. Physically he was going anywhere but mentally he falling further into despair. The darkness fogged his vision as if were a dust storm. His only connection to the world above besides the lantern, which he held onto tighter than ever, was the ominous draw of the wolf's howl. Kituo assumed that it was either mocking his calamity or expressing regret at saving its dinner for later. As Kituo continued to fall the wolf's voice dissipated. He was now trapped in the darkness without any formidable aid. Not even the lantern's green glow was capable of breaking the obscurity. Kituo was dead. Finally.
Okay, so he was wrong like before.
He vaguely make out shapes as he fell but he could not form any specifics. The speed at which he descended made observing next to impossible. What he did see was nothing more than speculations that would not latter matter for they quickly fell out of his reach. His heart ripped as he whisked by the edge of a protruding stone. Well, at least he still had a bit of luck remaining. That was the only factor he could give credit to for his survival. The hope that was given by the lantern and its vibrancy was merely a placebo effect - a fallacy that stemmed only from Kituo's deepest desire. It was only a light. What could it really do against the world's true horrors. He had seen monstrosities illuminated as much as they were shadowed. All the light did was make the macabre easier to see.
Swoosh! Swish!
The light made the truth clearer to Kituo - that his ordeal was not yet over. Leaves brushed against him, their blades swiping his skin as he emerged from the abyss and into another portion of the unknown.
H-huh?
The glimpse of butterflies shocked Kituo more than the giant wolf and the vicious rat. They were so gentle that their essence was almost unrealistic. Alas, like all else that inspired him, they did not stick around long for him to cherish. The speed of Kituo's shifted from that of a meteor soaring through the atmosphere to that of a floating feather. The darkness still encompassed him but it no longer was so remote. Although it might have been a delusion he conjured just to help himself adjust, Kituo felt as though he accommodated to the darkness. Now that he slowed down, he could at least rest his heart before it popped. He accepted that his fate was out of his hands for now. He spread out his arms and legs and embraced the fall.
Pop!
Kituo felt a smidgen of liquid splash his skin. This awoke him from his swift respite to a veil of bubbles cloaking him. Kituo pulled the lantern up towards his chin as the silhouettes of a familiar shape brought themselves to him. People. Two to be exact. As if it had a magnetic pull, the lantern drug the two into Kituo's orbit. Like he they also had bubbles shielding them. This brought questions into Kituo's mind. Were these people also in the forest above? Were there others where they came from? Just where were they going and would they go there together? Kituo looked at the newcomers and initially wanted to withdraw. He was reminded of the tall guy who was formerly in his company. If Kituo was here then what became of him? Would Kituo be to blame for his fate if it ended up bad? He didn't want to know.
Guuusssh! Whooom!
As they continued to hover, Kituo scanned what lay below. He was blessed with an ending to his nauseating trip. The sound of the waterfall and the breeze graced what remained of his ears. His body temperature cooled, his chest flattened, and his breath steadied. The grass massaged his feet as he reunited with the land. Never before had he felt so grateful for the ability to walk. Coating the trees was a shine that dwarfed that of the lantern's, small insects being the candles that brightened the view.
Shortly after regaining his composure, Kituo took to the adjacent creek. It was exactly what he needed. He was wounded so perhaps a bit of water would remedy some of the pain and bleeding. He splashed his face to clean off the blood, allowing some of the water to enter his mouth to quench his nagging thirst. He indulged himself with the creek until he obtained his fill of water. Standing up, he returned to his own dealings. While the scenery was different from before, he still found it to be weird. What intrigued him the most was the faces of animals embedded within the bark of the trees. They were white and static to Kituo. They weren't real but artificial which did not make them alarming.
But there was something else that was.
"W-who are you?" Kituo asked.
It was too soon. Way too soon. He had only just recollected himself when he saw the horned specter. And it definitely saw them too.
To Kituo's surprise, he hadn't been torn to shreds yet. He took his chance to inspect the lantern and become formally acquainted with his life line. He was more fascinated with the light it gave off rather than the object itself. The forest around him was dark and menacing. To Kituo the lantern was the closest thing to the sun he had seen since his arrival. However, unlike the sun which was essentiailly a giant ball of flames, the lantern was not ignited. Instead it was lit by a different means. Encased within its glass was something oval shaped. After taking note of the additional details, Kituo realized that it was an egg. This baffled him. Since when did eggs glow? Then again, since when did people wake up in the middle of random forests? He snapped himself back into focus. Now that he had the lantern he could be on his way. He looked towards the tall guy.
Finders keepers.
He would only be a liability anyway. Whatever he was going through, he would have to go through it alone. At that point Kituo's ultimate concern was none other than his own survival. Did he feel bad for what he was about to do next? Did he feel dispicable for this decision? Yes but still it made no difference. It was in Kituo's nature to perform such acts. He wasn't the knight who rescued people in need. He was the peasant who ran for cover when his town got raided. He secured the lantern only for himself and no one else. The most he was willing to do was wish the tall guy good luck in his own endeavors. Now he had to be on his way.
What was that?
Kituo's dark brown eyes zipped from side to side. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt like there was something looming around. Oh wait - there was still a big black wolf towering above him! He had gotten so involved with the lantern and his own plotting that he forgot about the immediate threat. He had to find a way to separate himself from the wolf. While he had a feeling that it wasn't as much of a threat as he perceived it to be - after all it had yet to butcher him - Kituo knew his luck was about to run out. His physical condition wasn't up to par with his ear still leaking blood and his sanity was far from intact. The way he saw it there was no good a wolf could do him given his circumstances. He took a step back and was thrust into another change.
The wolf was docile. It simply sat in the grass with its eyes locked onto Kituo. If its behavior was supposed to make him feel more at ease, it didn't. The beast's yellow eyes pierced through Kituo like the sharpest of arrows. Its gaze must have contained venom for Kituo felt his joints lock at eye contact. Kituo dragged his sight down to the lantern and pulled it back to the wolf. The lantern wasn't having any affect whatsoever. For all Kituo could register, the wolf was bathing in its radiance just as much as he was. The fear nestled back into Kituo. The lantern was able to ward away weaker troubles but apparently it was ineffective to the might of bigger foes.
I have to get out of here!
He may have been over thinking but what else could he could do? He had learned from his encounter with the rat that animals were in no way predictable. They could not be read like fortunes. The wolf may not have been indicating that it wanted to devour Kituo but he had no trust towards any creature. The wolf's mere presence was enough to beckon suspicion. It was probably scheming to chase Kituo down when he turned his back as if he were a typical deer. Perhaps he could try running backwards so he could keep his attention on it. Such a preposterous idea was bound to fail but at least he wouldn't die blind to his assailant.
SNAP!
Kituo's eyes pulsated as he felt the metal beneath him crumble and wither. He stood ontop of a void before plummeting. Physically he was going anywhere but mentally he falling further into despair. The darkness fogged his vision as if were a dust storm. His only connection to the world above besides the lantern, which he held onto tighter than ever, was the ominous draw of the wolf's howl. Kituo assumed that it was either mocking his calamity or expressing regret at saving its dinner for later. As Kituo continued to fall the wolf's voice dissipated. He was now trapped in the darkness without any formidable aid. Not even the lantern's green glow was capable of breaking the obscurity. Kituo was dead. Finally.
Okay, so he was wrong like before.
He vaguely make out shapes as he fell but he could not form any specifics. The speed at which he descended made observing next to impossible. What he did see was nothing more than speculations that would not latter matter for they quickly fell out of his reach. His heart ripped as he whisked by the edge of a protruding stone. Well, at least he still had a bit of luck remaining. That was the only factor he could give credit to for his survival. The hope that was given by the lantern and its vibrancy was merely a placebo effect - a fallacy that stemmed only from Kituo's deepest desire. It was only a light. What could it really do against the world's true horrors. He had seen monstrosities illuminated as much as they were shadowed. All the light did was make the macabre easier to see.
Swoosh! Swish!
The light made the truth clearer to Kituo - that his ordeal was not yet over. Leaves brushed against him, their blades swiping his skin as he emerged from the abyss and into another portion of the unknown.
H-huh?
The glimpse of butterflies shocked Kituo more than the giant wolf and the vicious rat. They were so gentle that their essence was almost unrealistic. Alas, like all else that inspired him, they did not stick around long for him to cherish. The speed of Kituo's shifted from that of a meteor soaring through the atmosphere to that of a floating feather. The darkness still encompassed him but it no longer was so remote. Although it might have been a delusion he conjured just to help himself adjust, Kituo felt as though he accommodated to the darkness. Now that he slowed down, he could at least rest his heart before it popped. He accepted that his fate was out of his hands for now. He spread out his arms and legs and embraced the fall.
Pop!
Kituo felt a smidgen of liquid splash his skin. This awoke him from his swift respite to a veil of bubbles cloaking him. Kituo pulled the lantern up towards his chin as the silhouettes of a familiar shape brought themselves to him. People. Two to be exact. As if it had a magnetic pull, the lantern drug the two into Kituo's orbit. Like he they also had bubbles shielding them. This brought questions into Kituo's mind. Were these people also in the forest above? Were there others where they came from? Just where were they going and would they go there together? Kituo looked at the newcomers and initially wanted to withdraw. He was reminded of the tall guy who was formerly in his company. If Kituo was here then what became of him? Would Kituo be to blame for his fate if it ended up bad? He didn't want to know.
Guuusssh! Whooom!
As they continued to hover, Kituo scanned what lay below. He was blessed with an ending to his nauseating trip. The sound of the waterfall and the breeze graced what remained of his ears. His body temperature cooled, his chest flattened, and his breath steadied. The grass massaged his feet as he reunited with the land. Never before had he felt so grateful for the ability to walk. Coating the trees was a shine that dwarfed that of the lantern's, small insects being the candles that brightened the view.
Shortly after regaining his composure, Kituo took to the adjacent creek. It was exactly what he needed. He was wounded so perhaps a bit of water would remedy some of the pain and bleeding. He splashed his face to clean off the blood, allowing some of the water to enter his mouth to quench his nagging thirst. He indulged himself with the creek until he obtained his fill of water. Standing up, he returned to his own dealings. While the scenery was different from before, he still found it to be weird. What intrigued him the most was the faces of animals embedded within the bark of the trees. They were white and static to Kituo. They weren't real but artificial which did not make them alarming.
But there was something else that was.
"W-who are you?" Kituo asked.
It was too soon. Way too soon. He had only just recollected himself when he saw the horned specter. And it definitely saw them too.
I don't really have any problems with the role-play as it currently stands. I would like to see what is beyond our starting point, though. Other than that I think you've been doing a fantastic job running this thing so far.
Just wanted to drop in and say that I'm still kicking. I'm finally finished with school for the semester so all of my excuses are now gone!
Just got a post up. Sorry for the wait. I promise to do better in the future.
Kituo jumped back as the strange symbols on the tree emitted a vibrant glow. He was dazzled by the spectacle, caught completely by surprise. If it wasn't one thing with this weird forest it was another. Blood draining from his body, he attempted to comprehend just what was going on with the tree. A strange sound that he couldn't describe entered his ear. It was clunky and reminiscent of metal hitting together. Concurrently, he heard a ticking noise which startled him just like everything else about the crisis he found himself in.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse - and it always did - he watched as his lifeline rose out of grasp. Kituo's heart skipped a beat as the lantern lifted upwards into the forest canopy. Kituo bit his lower lip. Just how would he survive now? That lantern was what had saved his life from the rat. He needed to snag it and use it to keep himself safe. His mind raced with schemes on how to bring the lantern back down to his level. None of them were remotely possible given his present condition. He had to keep in mind that he was still bleeding. His wooziness wasn't subsiding either.
At this point he was worried no longer about the tall guy. They were both practically on their own for neither could really help the other out. Thankfully, it seemed that they both had enough strength to stand on their own - at least that was how Kituo interpreted the tall guy's condition. He judged his own health to be less than ideal but, as long as he had legs to run away with, he would probably be fine. After he was finished debating on what would be the next logical course of action, he glanced up into the canopy again to see if the lantern was still visible. It had come to a stop but it was still far from his reach.
Darn....
He had all but given up. At that moment he was seriously considering suicide as a reasonable solution to his troubles. He preferred to end his own suffering rather than allow some outside force to take his life slowly and painfully. He shook his head. How dare he backtrack already? It wasn't too long ago that he decided that he wanted to live no matter what. He didn't know why he wanted to continue living but he did and there was nothing he had gone through yet that could change his mind.
Looks like I'll have to try something else.
Snap!
Right when he looked down, something dropped and hit the metal platform at the center of the forest floor. Kituo, expecting to be confronted by another feral beast, saw that it was the lantern he desperately desired to possess. It was ironic that the object he viewed as his ward had almost ripped his head off of his shoulders. Hope streaming through him, Kituo made his way towards the lantern with the intention of picking it up. He ignored the cacophony from within the ruined tree. He didn't view it as any personal concern. He was finally going to get his hands on his ticket to survival.
Kituo stopped abruptly, the heavy breathing creeping into his ears. He looked at the tall guy. It wasn't him. It was neither of them. Kituo would've threw a tantrum if he had it in him. It was exactly what he didn't want to appear. Palms sweating and teeth gritting, he looked up to see what he thought of as the harbinger of his own demise. It was big and monstrous unlike the rat that tore his ear apart. If Kituo could barely endure the assault of a mere vermin, there was no way he stood a chance against the brute that towered above him. The wolf whined and so did he.
Oh to hell with it.
Either way...I guess I'm going to die.
Closing his eyes, Kituo dove for the lantern.
I'm still here. I've been checking the thread everyday. I'll definitely post before the end of the week or maybe even tonight. I'll be able to be more active soon though. My semester is finally coming to an end.
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