08-12-2018, 02:35 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Hero. So simple a title for something which seemed to hold immense weight, a stone atop the heart for it brought with it tribulations unlike any other path a life may lead one down, within itself a reward if only you were prepared to pull apart the barbed wire to retrieve it. Many times they had come across heroes within the stories they read, little more than basic tales all with a similar structure for still were they learning and the simplistic stories proved the easiest, each overcoming a great evil with little effort upon their part. Yet to be within the cruel world, to taste the pain and blood upon your tongue, there was nothing simple about being a hero as the stories had tried to make them believe.
A hum escaped them, brief and sharp, as the hound made her approach. Familiar to a degree was she for they had been present when she had spoken of having drunk sea water, the mere memory curling their lips, though they could recall no name. “All are welcam,” shoulders rolled back in a shrug as the bengal spoke, curious now to see if the pup retained anything. She was older than they were by two months yet seemed to a degree less mature, but then she had not been shaped by secrets and blood, had been forced to swallow pride and guilt alike, learning all too quickly that life was no game.
“Ya dense fuck,” the words left their lips before they could register what it was they were saying, dark gaze touching upon Casaer as he approached. Indeed his thoughts upon the child were correct, they were one made to fight and time would show more of such, their sturdy, broad frame one made for endurance and strength, but their path had been chosen for them for they had sought to become more than a mere child all too soon. “Da fact I'mma Sage, or did dat go over ya head, ole man?” A sneer curled dark lips as each word rose for already had Rosemary taken the child, a pupil to the witch in more ways than the mere act of healing for their own budding interest in witchcraft as growing amongst their want to learn more of anatomy and poisons. From the very day Aita had heard whisper of the Necro Mambas they had sought to join the division, to expand their knowledge where it came to such matters, and they had achieved such quicker than they had thought to.
“Don't tink I ain't a fighta, jus cause I heal don' mean I can' fight.” It did not matter what Casaer offered next for it held no importance to Aita for already were plans in place for Vandal to train them once things had settle some, the matter taken into their own hands.
A hum escaped them, brief and sharp, as the hound made her approach. Familiar to a degree was she for they had been present when she had spoken of having drunk sea water, the mere memory curling their lips, though they could recall no name. “All are welcam,” shoulders rolled back in a shrug as the bengal spoke, curious now to see if the pup retained anything. She was older than they were by two months yet seemed to a degree less mature, but then she had not been shaped by secrets and blood, had been forced to swallow pride and guilt alike, learning all too quickly that life was no game.
“Ya dense fuck,” the words left their lips before they could register what it was they were saying, dark gaze touching upon Casaer as he approached. Indeed his thoughts upon the child were correct, they were one made to fight and time would show more of such, their sturdy, broad frame one made for endurance and strength, but their path had been chosen for them for they had sought to become more than a mere child all too soon. “Da fact I'mma Sage, or did dat go over ya head, ole man?” A sneer curled dark lips as each word rose for already had Rosemary taken the child, a pupil to the witch in more ways than the mere act of healing for their own budding interest in witchcraft as growing amongst their want to learn more of anatomy and poisons. From the very day Aita had heard whisper of the Necro Mambas they had sought to join the division, to expand their knowledge where it came to such matters, and they had achieved such quicker than they had thought to.
“Don't tink I ain't a fighta, jus cause I heal don' mean I can' fight.” It did not matter what Casaer offered next for it held no importance to Aita for already were plans in place for Vandal to train them once things had settle some, the matter taken into their own hands.