05-03-2018, 09:25 PM
GHOST OF SPARTA
kratos — male — snowbound — hard
ALSO KRATOS IS A GROLAR BEAR NOW SO IGNORE THE SMILODON THING PLS AND THANKS <3
If blood were a permanent mark, Kratos would have been stained with red from head to tail. He was a battle-scarred warrior with quite the heavy number of deaths looming over him. Enemies of war, Demigods, Gods; those who had deserved it had been struck down by his own blade. Even innocents had been a part of the slaughter-- casualties of his own actions from previous events; events fueled by his own thirst for vengeance. He had gotten his wish in the end, though he wondered if it had been worth it to even make that deal that had started it all. Kratos had only wanted to win the war for his home, but instead set of a chain reaction that led to a mass bloodshed.
That past he left behind—the main reason for his appearance in a new land, staring at very unfamiliar faces. He radiated power and heat, his hazel eyes burning with quiet ferocity. Four children, just a hair less than a year old by the looks of it. He was quiet as the girl spoke first, and then the excitable child. Be like him, huh? Perhaps it would be best he wasn’t. The spartan was not exactly the most ideal role model. Then there was Killua, to which he turned his body a bit to watch the young male slink from behind him and to his friends, his eyes narrowed and alert. The bear stared at Jacob as he approached. Was he going to speak? After a few heartbeats, it seemed naught, so he would turn his gaze back to the other three, staring at Killua intently. “As do many others.” He grunted as he was accused of trespassing, flicking his gaze upon the ground, the snow littered with marks of all sorts. He was not the first to trespass, and he would most certainly not be the last. If they wanted to keep people out, they would station guards around the perimeter. “That is none of your concern, boy. My affairs are my own.” He had a right to not tell them a thing, and unless he proved to be a threat, they had no right to chase him out. Though he would give them his name at least. Word of his actions in Greece spread fast, but surely not fast enough to foreign lands such as this. He was merely another stranger here. “Kratos.” He answered simply, hot breath coming out in foggy wisps.
"SPEECH"
If blood were a permanent mark, Kratos would have been stained with red from head to tail. He was a battle-scarred warrior with quite the heavy number of deaths looming over him. Enemies of war, Demigods, Gods; those who had deserved it had been struck down by his own blade. Even innocents had been a part of the slaughter-- casualties of his own actions from previous events; events fueled by his own thirst for vengeance. He had gotten his wish in the end, though he wondered if it had been worth it to even make that deal that had started it all. Kratos had only wanted to win the war for his home, but instead set of a chain reaction that led to a mass bloodshed.
That past he left behind—the main reason for his appearance in a new land, staring at very unfamiliar faces. He radiated power and heat, his hazel eyes burning with quiet ferocity. Four children, just a hair less than a year old by the looks of it. He was quiet as the girl spoke first, and then the excitable child. Be like him, huh? Perhaps it would be best he wasn’t. The spartan was not exactly the most ideal role model. Then there was Killua, to which he turned his body a bit to watch the young male slink from behind him and to his friends, his eyes narrowed and alert. The bear stared at Jacob as he approached. Was he going to speak? After a few heartbeats, it seemed naught, so he would turn his gaze back to the other three, staring at Killua intently. “As do many others.” He grunted as he was accused of trespassing, flicking his gaze upon the ground, the snow littered with marks of all sorts. He was not the first to trespass, and he would most certainly not be the last. If they wanted to keep people out, they would station guards around the perimeter. “That is none of your concern, boy. My affairs are my own.” He had a right to not tell them a thing, and unless he proved to be a threat, they had no right to chase him out. Though he would give them his name at least. Word of his actions in Greece spread fast, but surely not fast enough to foreign lands such as this. He was merely another stranger here. “Kratos.” He answered simply, hot breath coming out in foggy wisps.
"SPEECH"
[align=center][div style="font-size:25pt;line-height:.9;color:#715293;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:1.2px"]｢ THEY SANG, THEY SANG ｣[div style="width:360px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#715293;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify"] What's the softest way to say, you took away my friend, my buddy? What's the kindest way to say, you took away my friend? What's the kindest way to say, you took away my friend, my buddy? What's the kindest way to say, "the end"?
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[i][b]DISCORD: sympaii
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