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| Akaron | Jan 15 2009, 01:53 AM |
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Akaron watched as a large black cat with a golden stripe down its back dropped out of the tree, its body shifting quickly into that of a mans. The man was of an average height covered in thick robes. The being could have almost have passed for a human except for one thing, its golden eyes. The creature spoke, it apologized for its behavior but that it was just trying to defend its territory. It claimed to be an exhaled Kitsune, that he had been framed for a crime he did not commit. This creature also told him that the feared that he might have been sent here to kill him. Akaron listened quietly while the creature spoke, contemplating what to do next. He had heard stories of the Cenurian's, the half animal beings of the world, but had never met one in person. As a rule his dukedom had not associated with them due to their strange mindsets and ways. It also didn’t help to have people walking around that could transform into an animal and murder someone then walk away with out ever paying for the crime. The man called himself a Kitsune, but something didn’t ring clear about that. Akaron had barely studied about these creatures; there was no way to know if the creature’s stories were true. But he did remember one thing from his studies, and that was that Kitsune's were fox folk not cat folk. Akaron scowled underneath his helm, this person was obviously trying to lie to him. About what, Akaron couldn’t fathom, but he would let it play for now. Switching to a relaxed stance, Akaron spoke to the creature. "While that all might be well and good sir, I have no time for these games. Something draws me, calls me to push farther into this hellish wasteland that you call home. Before I continue my journey I would ask you for information. What can you tell me about what lies ahead in that direction?" Akaron motioned towards where the pull seemed to emanate from. If this person was actually telling the truth, he would at least get something beneficial out of conversing with this creature. Suddenly, a large white being charged out of the snow toward Akaron. Reacting with his years of trained combat reflexes, Akaron caught the creatures arm as it tried to bring a sword down on top of his head. To Akaron's surprise the creature trying to kill him was a snowman. The snowman was a horrific creature, vaguely resembling a man in its features. It stood at around seven feet tall, as tall as Akaron him self almost, a cruel grimace upon its face. The sword it wielded was a blade unlike any Akaron had ever seen, it was made of pure ice. The snowman was strong in addition to its other aspects, but not as strong as Akaron who easily held its arm in place after the impact had pushed him down into the snow about one foot. Shifting his weight, Akaron pulled his fist back for a punch. But as he did this he saw another strange thing about this creature, its snow body was hardening into ice. It seemed that these creatures also had a decent ability to defend themselves as well. But their defenses would not be enough against the pure physical might that Akaron could bring the fry. Punching with all his might, Akaron hit the snowman. The creature screamed an unearthly scream as Akaron’s punch smashed into it. The force of his blow shattered the creature into multiple ice fragments, returning the creature to the snow it was once part of. Parts of the being still resembled frozen human limbs, but others merely deformed into snow piles. Looking up from the remains of his fallen opponent, Akaron saw many more of these creatures charging towards him and the Cenurian. Thinking quickly of how to handle the situation, Akaron spoke. "If you know of a place for us to withdraw to speak. I can only fight so many opponents at once. Beyond that, the hour grows late and with it the temperature falls. Fighting will waste my energy and strength; we will need shelter and a place to hide from these creatures if we are to survive the night. Now move!" Akaron's tone was serious and his voice firm. They would have to work together if they wanted to survive in this frozen wasteland. With that, Akaron turned and took a defensive stance between himself and the Cenurian. He was not about to give up with out a fight. |
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| Arctic Expedition · Ronom Glacier | |
2:53 PM Nov 28
