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Troy looked out his window at the crowd of approaching students. All of them were girls, of course and each of them would be living here for the next few months. He smiled a little and turned away, going to his desk. He already had a list of his students and a picture of most so that he could know them by sight. He also had a list of dorm rooms and a few other things that no teachers had, simply because he liked to come prepared. With a sigh he began to make his way downstairs to the grand hall, where the headmistress was waiting to make her yearly speech to the new students.
Nakimoto Wolfhound sat on a stump, drawing in it absently with a sharp claw. His brindle ears sat low against his dirty greasy red hair that stood out in all directions. His green eye looked disinterested in anything, as if he was in a trance, which in fact, he was. He lifted his claw, finishing another of the many symbols that covered the stump he was chained to and licked it before starting another in what little free space was left.
He had been sitting there for four months in that trance, his leg chained to a large metal stake that sat in the center of the stump he sat on. The man who had done so simply wanted him out of the way. Naki was a remembrancer, the only one of his kind. It was a mix between the ancient blood of the necromancer clan, and that of the Seers clan. his powers were of both yet neither. He couldn't truly raise the dead or banish them as a necromancer could, nor could he see into the future as the seer could. Instead he could enter the world o the dead, the outskirts of which was a vast wasteland filled with monsters. Yet he could go no further than the very border. There he could use his powers to see into all things of the past, which was both dangerous and helpful when it came to everyday life.
The problem was that while his spirit walked in death his body was completely vurnerable and unconsious. Though he usually used his weak powers as a mage to protect himself with a spell, everything he could create was weak and easy to break. Though there was one thing that made him able to protect himself. When he was in death he could speak the name of any that has ever lived, or was still living and could bring them to him into the point of death where he stood.
Though now he was stuck, and entranced in the casting of a spell he had known was to powerful for him to cast, and now he could not stop himself until the final mark was laid, which would destroy the stump completely as well as the stake that bound him to it. Three days were needed to do so, and he hoped for rescue by then, for once the spell was finished, the energy required to make them disappear would drain all the life from him, and he would truly die.
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Naki looked at his master warmly as he finished stitching on the last of the parts that made him male and then grinned. "Well then my boy, how are you feeling?" He asked Naki. "I'm feeling great master, thank you, I feel all complete now." The man, his creator laughed. "You've still a ways to go yet boy." He said and then ruffled his hair playfully. The hair had been his most challenging achievement yet, each real hair being implanted one by one until he had a full head of hair.
A dull roar had started outside and the man straightened and looked at Naki, this had happened twice already, and he knew wat was to come. "Naki be silent and still, sleep until I return for you." He said and then moved up and out of the cellar room disguising the trapdoor and then going out to meet the townsfolk. It was a full blown riot, and some had already set the house on fire. As the man came into sight somebody in the crowd raised a bow, and ended his life, an arrow going through his throat and he fell to the ground, dead.
The house burnt to the ground, though the stone chamber underneath it was left intact, and time soon erased all signs there had once been a house there, the nearby town faded into nothingness and all was claimed by forest.
Naki was old, he didn't know how old really, he couldn't remember, he remembered waking up one day. That was his birith, there had been a man then, though his image had faded. The man used to come and talk to him, telling him all sorts of things about life outside, yet he was never allowed outside, he "wouldn't be accepted. Not until your done." Those words were the only clear memory Naki had and it seemed a strange way to say them. The man had stopped coming one day, much to his disappointment, so he began to sleep, waking up every once in a while, though he had no clue how much time had passed. He just lay where he was, a partial body strapped to a table. He had green eyes and red hair, his face was soft and pale from never seeing the sun.if you looked at him closely you could see thin scars along every joint, where he had been stitched together, though those had faded as his skin shed over the many years. He wasn't old though, not by physical or mental standards. His body was young, what there was of it, being fifteen years old at the most, and the only reason he knew he was male was because of the sex that hung between his legs, the last part he could remember being put on him.
He had no clothing, there had seemed no need during his initial creation, it would only hinder the process and make it impossible to track the progress his skin was making to becoming one whole piece, instead of being many taken from different bodies.
He lay in a stone chamber beneath the ground, There was a door in the ceiling that lead up to the forest above, yet he would of been unable to reach it even if he was not tied down as he only had one leg. The forest above showed no sign of the trapdoor in the day, only appearing at night as a warm friendly glow of the gas lamps which were fed from a nearby natural source. This night it was raining hard, and it was especially dark, Naki was awake and listening to the booming thunder, with his mind he willed the lights brighter to keep the small stone room warm.
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Spader stood looking at the house that was perched atop the hill. His friend Liam had invited him here for the summer and he really wasn't liking the look of the place. Though Liam had been his friend since elementary school he thought that maybe their friendship wasn't good enough to spend a single night, much less an entire summer in this creepy old place. The house was old and leaned to one side, giving it a look that made it seem like it was about to fall over. Its paint had long since faded to such a point where there was no color at all, just a grey flakeyness that peeled off otherwise barren walls. It was a place you would expect to see in an old horror movie, and not at all a place that you would describe as 'your summer home' as Liam had in his letter.
Terrin looked down at himself in a puddle near his feet and sighed. His blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looked down. He brushed a finger through his long locks to keep them in a more tame state, his green eyes surveying the area around the house, hoping to find some excuse to not go near, like a big dog, he had always been terrified of dogs, but no, the rest of the property seemed ordinary, the grass and garden both looked healthy.
Sighing Spader made his way up the cobblestone path that led to the entrance to this place. Cursing Liam under his breath with every step he took nearer to the creepy old house. His eyes arted back and forth, still searching vainly for some excuse, any excuse to turn back and run. Until, before he realised it he was at the front door. "Well, I guess there's no turning back now." he said with yet another sigh before he knocked three times on the oak panels. The sound of footsteps coming nearer to him crushing his hopes that nobody was home.
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Azriel stood proudly on the top of the tree, the angel was tall and had dark features, and a thin well muscled body. He was naked, as they all were, but felt no cold. and at the moment, he had his eyes focused on a small girl. She had been recently charged as his ward. She was going to be someone special, and he was to make sure she made it to do what she must, now though, she was lost in the woods.
The angel took a step off the branch and swopped down over the forest. He was going to help her directly, she needed to know he was there, and he would do all he could for her. As he landed infront of the girl, he got a better look at her, a smile played at his lips knowing she couldn't be older than ten. He would do his best nonetheless, nomatter how long he had to stay by her side. As he landed the angel went into a low bow. "My name is Azriel, and I have been chosen to protect you."
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Terrin sat in the tree with his box in his hands, stroking it gently with his eyes closed. He had been sitting there for what seemed like days, though was probobly longer. Terrin was a shapeshifter, who had once been a feared walrus demon. Though his lack of physical beauty had driven him to study the magic of changing forms. Now he was in the form of a small human child. A boy no more than ten with red hair and green eyes. He had always been fond of the looks of human children, their innocence seemed so alluring.
Terrin had come across his box some years ago. Inside lay a strange magic that would not allow him to learn what it was and how it worked. So he became obsessed over the thing, working day and night on it to try and unlock its secrets. For whatever looked upon the magic inside the box would see the most appealing and beautiful thing to them, and that is why he must know its secrets.
Terrin had worked on it so long that he had crashed from lack of sleep and now was on the edge of his own sanity, teetering slowly into a childish madness, for he had not changed his form since he had seen it in the box the first time he'd opened it. And now he felt as a child, though the same urges still drove him.
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Spader stood looking into the deep forest. His eyes narrowed when he realized finally that he had no other choice then to go in there. His younger sister had been kidnapped out of the nearby village, and as her only remaining family it was up to him to get her back. The problem was, he didn't have a clue where to start looking other than in the forest. For that is where all the demons in the area made their homes. Now he was worried, and a bit scared that he wouldn't be able to fine her. Shaking such thoughts from his mind he took a tentitive step into the dark and forboding forest.
Spader himself was a young man perhaps in his late teens, though do to a terrible scar damaging the left side of his face it was impossible to guess more than than that. He wore his dark brown hair long to cover up the mutilated side of his face that he was so ashamed of. Though even more striking than his scar was his height. He reached just about seven feet tall and people seemd to think he was a demon himself if they didn't know him. He had dark green eyes that seemed to look right into you and see your faults, for he was always analyzing and calculating even now, when his seven year old sisters life hung in the balance he was judging the safest thing for him to do for little Rin once he had found her. For clothing he wore only what he needed, padded leather pants and a similar shirt, with a sword strapped across his back for protection.
He began his trek through the forest and slowly but surley made his way through what he knew must of been the demons trail. He had gotten the general area ofwhere they had taken her by a nearby farmer which is how he had gotten here now. The sun was low in the sky by the time he had finally stopped to rest for the day, knowing it was better to hunt for the demons during the day, as they were more likley to be vurnerable, or at least so he believed.
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Spader moved swiftly trough the forest wit ha purpose, his grey eyes looking strait ahead and his sword already drawn. The demon ahead was One who had been taking women and girls from a local village, there was blood on his hands and a body which he couldn't tell if it was still alive or not, it was small but he couldn't guess at an age as he was moving in for an attack, meaning to take the demon on by surprise as he killed its prey, he swung his sword at the creatures head, and prayed the person at its feet was not beyond help.
Naki was in the dream as he floated along his own currents and eddies, slowly the river formed himself a body of flesh and bone, so that he could leave his shores after so long a time imprisoned within them. Finally he was done and the body began to move. He craweld from his banks and stood on weak legs. His eyes were a clouded grey and filled with mist, and the cape he wore was but solidified mist. He wore water weeds over his body, giving it a scant covering, but enough to be semi-decent. He walked from the banks of the river and into the forest his misted eyes taking in the life all around him
Troy stood in the middle of a clearing and listened to the sounds of his forest. The ivory skinned male slowly moved deeper into the clearing as the moon began to rise. Around him moon-lilies began to unfurl their leaves and send up their silvery pollen into the sky, their light blue petals shining silver with the light of the full moon.
The nymph was garbed in a grape vine that grew from his flesh and a white silvery cloak that covered up to his nose. His eyes were a cloudy gray color though they weren't blind. The spirit rose into the air a couple of feet and laughed loudly and happily as before the lilies began to furl themselves up again, only opening for a few moments at the height of the moon. With a smile on his face the nymph opened his hand to reveal a seed for one of these beautiful and rare flowers, before returning back into the forest from which he came.
As he walked he placed the seed into a leaf of the vine he wore, which covered it and held it like a bean pod. And then he stopped, his head pivoting as he heard a far off noise, not quite sure what it was. He began to move closer to the sound, to make sure it wasn't anything harmful to his home.
Troy stood in the tree watching the forest below and its inhabitants. His eyes and expression were soft and thoughtful as he watched each of the people below go about whatever reason had brought them here. Then, he lost his soft expression as he spotted the one who he had come here looking for.
Troy was tall with long, jet black hair and green eyes, he was wide with large muscles showing under the green tunic and leggings he wore, a green coat as well. His eyes were sharp and focused now, and he began to stalk his prey, a young woman no more than thirteen, he steeled himself against the act he was about to commit, but an assassin's life was not a guiltless one, and he needed the money.
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