07-09-2019, 10:18 AM
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It wasn't too hard for him to come to the fact that he had been banished. He felt that it was unjust, of course, but he should have seen it coming and it probably should have happened much sooner rather than now. When Machiavelli opened his stunning bright amber eyes to see a world he was utterly new and lost in, he lifted himself up and slammed his paws against the ground, a string of Italian curses flying from his mouth. Machiavelli knew he was keener than most of his supernatural species. He wouldn't doubt something was different about him, but couldn't they see past that? No, they were all as superstitious as a group of old hags.
"Machiavelli has committed treason of the highest order." The shrill voice of the lead spirit, named Alce, rang again through his head. "Treason?" Machiavelli had hissed, humiliated beyond belief as this had happened in the presence of many other spirits and he had walked into this meeting unprepared for such an accusation. "I should like to see you give one good instance of my treachery." Alce had turned his eery ice blue eyes toward him and spoke calmly. "If the omens surrounding the time and location of your birth aren't good enough, we have evidence of you fraternizing with the enemy." Now, this was a bit of a tough spot. Machiavelli's species did not have an aligned view of morality. Individuals ran on their own interests, much like the humans and history they were sworn to protect, or to destroy and manipulate. Alce's little formation operated on the idea that the historical relics and guardianship should belong to those of sound and good-hearted mind, so they worked to eliminate the evil-oriented spirits.
The issue with Machiavelli was that he supposedly let an evil spirit flee unscathed back in the 1940s. That was the story the others were fed and that was the story they were going to hear. No matter how Machiavelli tried to convince them otherwise, this was the blood in the water that they had all been waiting for since they had gotten wind of the unnatural situations surrounding his creation. He had been born in the sixteenth century, while the rest of them had been born much later, around the time of the founding of Rome. He had also been born in the Ottoman Empire instead of on the Italian peninsula. A Turkish merchant had gifted him to his good friend, a Venetian merchant. That was when he was named. Naming was a bit strange as when they reincarnated, humans were bound to give them different names, but to the others, they were known as one name. Some of them chose it themselves, others used names that a favorite human gave them, and Machiavelli was of the latter.
The first thing he realized was that he was given a body that was already an adult. The fact that he was a dog did not surprise him, as that was the typical physical form the spirits used. Most of the time, he would be reincarnated as a puppy so he was grateful that he had skipped those months already. He also realized that he was in his beloved Anatolian shepherd form and he was definitely sure he would keep this one. The next thing he realized was that he was starving. It felt as if his corporal form hadn't eaten in months. Machiavelli's tongue swept feverishly across his lips as he sought nourishment. However, the first thing that he came across was nothing edible at all. A strange mechanical creature resembling mostly a sort of canine it seemed, was walking around the forest. Machiavelli bent his knees and crouched, debating on what action to take. He had never seen such a thing, but despite that, he wasn't fascinated by it. Machines were quite common nowadays -- usually they meant the presence of humans and if Machiavelli could find a human right now, that would be absolutely splendid. So he waited and observed RK515 quietly.
/thank you so much for making!
"Machiavelli has committed treason of the highest order." The shrill voice of the lead spirit, named Alce, rang again through his head. "Treason?" Machiavelli had hissed, humiliated beyond belief as this had happened in the presence of many other spirits and he had walked into this meeting unprepared for such an accusation. "I should like to see you give one good instance of my treachery." Alce had turned his eery ice blue eyes toward him and spoke calmly. "If the omens surrounding the time and location of your birth aren't good enough, we have evidence of you fraternizing with the enemy." Now, this was a bit of a tough spot. Machiavelli's species did not have an aligned view of morality. Individuals ran on their own interests, much like the humans and history they were sworn to protect, or to destroy and manipulate. Alce's little formation operated on the idea that the historical relics and guardianship should belong to those of sound and good-hearted mind, so they worked to eliminate the evil-oriented spirits.
The issue with Machiavelli was that he supposedly let an evil spirit flee unscathed back in the 1940s. That was the story the others were fed and that was the story they were going to hear. No matter how Machiavelli tried to convince them otherwise, this was the blood in the water that they had all been waiting for since they had gotten wind of the unnatural situations surrounding his creation. He had been born in the sixteenth century, while the rest of them had been born much later, around the time of the founding of Rome. He had also been born in the Ottoman Empire instead of on the Italian peninsula. A Turkish merchant had gifted him to his good friend, a Venetian merchant. That was when he was named. Naming was a bit strange as when they reincarnated, humans were bound to give them different names, but to the others, they were known as one name. Some of them chose it themselves, others used names that a favorite human gave them, and Machiavelli was of the latter.
The first thing he realized was that he was given a body that was already an adult. The fact that he was a dog did not surprise him, as that was the typical physical form the spirits used. Most of the time, he would be reincarnated as a puppy so he was grateful that he had skipped those months already. He also realized that he was in his beloved Anatolian shepherd form and he was definitely sure he would keep this one. The next thing he realized was that he was starving. It felt as if his corporal form hadn't eaten in months. Machiavelli's tongue swept feverishly across his lips as he sought nourishment. However, the first thing that he came across was nothing edible at all. A strange mechanical creature resembling mostly a sort of canine it seemed, was walking around the forest. Machiavelli bent his knees and crouched, debating on what action to take. He had never seen such a thing, but despite that, he wasn't fascinated by it. Machines were quite common nowadays -- usually they meant the presence of humans and if Machiavelli could find a human right now, that would be absolutely splendid. So he waited and observed RK515 quietly.
/thank you so much for making!