Kayin Cloud

Name: Kurama Saguro Age: 93 Gender: Male Appearance: Kurama, Kurama(Weapon expanded) Personality:  Species: Half-Seiakki Species Description: Seiakki are easily confused for Succubi and Incubi, being that they have very similar capabilities. One of the few differences is that they don't drain the life from their victims. Instead, if they wished to kill them, they'd physically exhaust their prey in the act. Seiakki have several mental abilities and Half-Seiakki have an ability that their parents don't develop for reasons unknown. The only two defining features of Seiakki are their silver colored hair and red or violet colored eyes. Otherwise, they seem like extremely attractive humans. They have the power to attract others with their powers as well as teleport, much like their succubus/incubus relatives, who they very often get along with since they usually have similar personalities. Also, as long as Seiakki are active, they can go nights without sleeping. Apparently sleeping and sleeping with someone gives them the same amount of rest. Abilities: Kurama possesses two major abilities as a Half-Seiakki, one being less of an ability and more of a feature. Kurama has a gaze ability that can cause certain effects to his target granted they're looking at him. Depending on their mental strength of will, they could suffer anywhere between fear, temporary paralysis, or even death. Seiakki in general are born with the ability to summon a weapon particular to them in the time it would take to draw a weapon. Even if it were to break, it would be repaired when it were redrawn. Kurama's weapon is a polearm with a spear head on one end and a large crescent blade on the other. It displays a good bit of versatility, going from a polearm, to a pair of close quarter weapons, to a projectile attack attached to chains with a 30' range, and lastly to a weapon that can literally clear a crowd from a 15' radius.  Supplies: Kurama generally carries only his amulet and his polearm along with him. He also seems to possess an infinite supply of headbands for some reason... Background: Kurama was born as a Japanese-American child in the U.S. His mother, Alcina, was well aware of her involvement with a Seiakki, especially being that it was consented. His father had already a son before Kurama with another Seiakki, but he found himself more drawn to the human woman since she was the first to be able to resist his genetic charm. Kazan, Kurama's elder brother gained a hatred for half-demons with the birth of his younger brother and vowed to be the one to kill him when his time came. But to make him suffer, Kazan slayed Kurama's mother once Kurama was old enough to understand it to be murder. Kazan's father sought to avenge her, but was struck down at his son's blade just as Alcina was. Kurama was essentially left to raise himself without either the strength of his father or the nurturing of his mother, but he was raised well enough by both to figure things out on his own, with little choice for that matter. He spent as much time disguising himself as a human as he could, whenever he wasn't being hunted down by his older brother. As he got older, he worked as a club bouncer until he had to remove a demon from entering as a human, removing them with what was obviously inhuman force. Not only was he forced to leave the club, he had also discovered V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. and showed no hesitation in joining. He was found to be good for infiltration and espionage, later found to be effective in combat and capture. With the time spent in V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. he has been known to flirt with just about anything that was discernably female, and known as the neighborhood pervert to most.

Even after reporting back the information, Julian stuck along Haytham's side. He was still a little uneasy about learning of the assassination plot, but he was too concerned on Haytham showing him the light constructs still. "So, Haytham are you gonna show me yet? Or do I have to wait til the time's right like with the dragon lady? She wouldn't show me until we got into that fight and I didn't really get to see it cause of the bad-guys that were attacking us....So she still needs to show me...and so does Mister Lord Dragon Commander..." he huffed, frustrated. He felt a hand reach down and rough up his hair, distracting him from his small rant. "Well, it's true..."   "Well, to be fair, Julian, you probably haven't shown us all of your powerful spells. Don't you think that it's only fair that we learn from each other over time?" Haytham offered something of a smile to the young man and he chuckled since he was able to tell Julian didn't care for his logic. "Something wrong with that?"   "Yeah! It's not like you guys asked or anything so...so no, it's not fair at all! I asked all three of you and you won't show me! If you would have asked, I would have been glad to show you...unless it was necromancy...I hate using necromancy..." Julian shuddered a bit, clutching his tome a bit tighter. "I ended up using necromancy in our last fight..." he said with a lowered gaze. "I hope I never have to again..."   "While I understand that necromancy probably seems dark or unnatural, isn't it still a part of magic, Julian?" Haytham asked, eyebrow raised as the two kept their course.   "Yeah...that's the only reason I even bothered learning any..." Julian replied with a sigh, looking up to Haytham. "That and I have a real goal other than what I've seemed to show... I wanna learn enough magic to fill my spellbook twice over," he said with a smile.   "Well, it's good to have goals, Julian. How is your progress thus far?" Haytham replied, looking at the rather sizeable tome.   "Well..." Julian paused, thinking about all of the spells he had learned so far. "I think I have nine hundred and forty pages filled so far. "I think I have nine hundred and forty pages filled so far. So..." Haytham stared at the child with a raised brow as the boy looked up in thought. "So I guess I have a thousand and sixty more pages to fill!"   "Julian...that's...wait but your spell book can't be more than a thous- Wait...magic...of course," Haytham quickly realized it once the disbelief wore off. "That's fairly impressive Julian."   "Yeah, well, it's not like it's nine hundred and forty spells. Some spells just take a lot of pages, ya know!" Julian beamed. His distraction suddenly stopped as he glanced over his shoulder, pulling his cloak around him. "Mister Haytham...?"   "Yeah, I've noticed too, Julian... Let's just try and avoid them for now," Haytham replied in a hushed tone as they looked forward, away from the hooded figures that had been following the two for a while.   "Should I jus-" Julian started before Haytham shook his head. "Okay...But...what do we do?" Julian answered his own question, holding onto Haytham's hand and closing his eyes tight as he muttered a few words as they approached a narrow alley. The two watched as the hooded figures followed Haytham and Julian forward as they continued their walk, looking this way and that as they walked. As the figures passed, Julian chuckled. "They didn't even noticed I used two spells? They must not be mages then," he said with a big grin.   "Teleportation and a doppelganger spell? Pretty crafty, Julian. Now, come on, we'd better meet up with the others. Think you can teleport us to them or close to them?" Haytham asked. "The less we move around the roads, the better."   "I can get us there thanks to the prize I won today," Julian smiled, still holding onto Haytham. With a bit of concentration, he pictured Malik in his armor, focusing solely on him. His eyes opened and the two were gone from their position, appearing in another alleyway. "We're here, Mister Haytham," Julian said in a hushed tone. Haytham, confused, looked out of the alley and saw Garrick, Bayel, and Malik walking close and then looked to Julian with an approving nod. "They're being followed, too...Maybe...." he glanced down the alley. "Wait right here, Mister Haytham..." he said and then was gone from view. If I can dispel our previous copies, I can at least give us a chance to regroup... he thought, creeping up behind the three and focusing on their images. He tapped Malik's armor. I know you can hear my thoughts, Lord Dragon Commander. Please take hold of the others. I can buy us a little time, okay? He could see Malik heard him, resting a hand on the shoulders of the other two, leaving him able to exercise his last pair of spells with another pair on the end. The five of them stood able to see each other easily, but as the men walked past them, following the copies, they took no note of the group. "We should have some privacy now!" Julian said aloud with a big grin on his face. Haytham stuck his head out to see if any of them heard him and raised an eyebrow as they gave no reaction. "I made our own little bubble. They can't see or hear us in here while we figure out what the game plan is...So...uhm... what is the game plan?" Julian asked with a smile, still proud of his work.

Heru was keeping himself busy as night passed along, checking his guns and ammunition. He was relying on his scent and hearing for any intruders so he wouldn't have to worry about any surprises. Once his weapons were clear and prepared, he stowed them away only to begin shadow boxing with the dim light of the moon above him. With a fierce leg forward, he halted with his gaze landing on the resting human he was guarding. What in the hell am I doing? Why am I even bothering watching over her? I mean.... I don't hate humans, but she is ungodly annoying. He let out a sigh, continuing his flurry of strikes into the air with his eyes narrowing. There are only two humans in this world I should even care about...and neither of them know if I'm even alive anymore. Herutama's strikes became more fierce, the air being visibly pushed with each consecutive blow. His teeth sharpened as he bared them, clenched together. "DAMMIT!!" he shouted, slamming his fist forward into a tree and splintering it as he pulled it back at the last second. He could hear Anue jump in her sleep and he tried to catch his breath.   "What's going on...?" Anue asked groggily as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Did we have visitors or something?" she asked with a yawn.   "No k- Anue...Just keeping my muscles loose."   "A bit too loose if you ask me," she said, looking up to the sky then to Heru, about to open her mouth to speak.   "No, I didn't bail on you. I said I'd keep watch. I'm keeping watch. Go back to sleep," Heru interrupted and then saw her about to reply. "And I'll be here when you wake up. Just rest, alright?" Anue nodded quietly and started getting comfortable in her sleeping bag again. Heru sighed, sitting down and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He grabbed his amulet from his pocket, staring at it. I don't get it... he thought, looking up to the night sky. I just wish I knew what the heck I'm supposed to do about her. I've gotta get back soon to resupply and I'm sure there's work for me to be doing right now. I don't think taking her back with me is the best of ideas... he huffed quietly, looking over to Anue. But the kid's right...she ain't much different than us if what she said is true. And if she's got Hunters after her, it's all the more reason for me to believe it. He shook his head slowly, glancing off to his side toward Anue. Kat, I'm gonna do the right thing here...   Heru stood up, gathering his things and getting Anue's things together as well. He hoisted everything on his back, including Anue in her sleeping bag, not caring so much if that woke her up. He held onto his amulet once again. He focused on his return to base, and more importantly on his own quarters. In a flash, the two were gone from the woods and now stood in the barracks of the V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. base. Eyes were drawn on Heru as soon as he arrived...with a human. His gaze shot back, daring the others to speak against his actions, though he had a feeling none of them would. His instinct was more or less right, though he could hear a few of the half-breeds speaking about the matter. Heru looked up to see a friend of his ahead of him with that shit-eating grin of his. Silver-haired male half-demon who isn't fully sure of his heritage, but if Heru would have to guess, he'd call him a half-incubus. "Long time no see, Heru-san! Who's the skinny little lady you've got with ya?" the man asked with the same grin, standing over Heru in height. He only wore a grey undershirt and blue jeans with a white dress shirt draped over his shoulder.   "Her name's Anue. Human. Though most humans don't seem to think so. She had a bunch of Hunters after her, accusing her to be a half-blood. Where you off to, Saguro-san?" Heru replied, looking up to his friend with a smirk. "Are you up to your usual business, charming the ladies again, Kurama? Or do you actually have a mission tonight?"   "I'm appalled, Herutama. Innocent old me, seducing women?" Kurama asked, feigning a look of innocence before the two had a chuckle. "Nah, tonight I'm on a mission. I'll see ya when I get back. Introduce me to your human friend in the morning, alright?" he said with a wave before teleporting from sight.   Heru shook his head. "Ja ne, senpai," he said to thin air as he reached his small quarters, pushing the door open. He set all of their belongings down before setting Anue on his bed, still in her sleeping bag. Heru wasn't too surprised to find her still sleeping, shaking his head. He made a quick gathering of supplies and ammunition, putting his guns up in his rack among the rest of his firearms. His body rested on the floor of his room and he stared at the ceiling. At least I know Kurama's got my back on this business... Hopefully not too many of us will be too against this. Not like it matters, she's under my protection. She's just like the rest of us...but...she's still really annoying... he thought, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Night, kid," he said, dozing off.

"I see. Very deep-seated issues..." Heru said, shaking his head at the girl's laughter. "Look, kid, I offed the Hunter that was chasing you. Why don't you do yourself a favor and go back to your human kin? I tend to run into demons a lot and you would hardly be a snack for 'em." "We'll, truthfully I don't have anywhere to go back to because that kind of thing happens a lot because of how I look and- Mr. Blueberry, wait up!" Anue shouted as the half-demon had already started walking away while she seemed distracted with her explanation. "I hope he's not incredibly upset with me," she said aloud to herself as she caught back up, reaching for Heru's hair. "So do you dye your hair or-" she was cut off as the barrel of Heru's revolver pressed against her chin hard enough to shut her mouth. "Touch me again or call me 'Blueberry' one more goddamned time and I swear I'll end you, kid..." Heru said gruffly as he pulled the gun away and holstered it with a bit of extra force due to his irritation. "But you wear a lot of blue and I don't know your name so I didn't know what else to call you..." Anue said, rubbing her chin lightly. "So I guess you could tell me your name. Mine is An-" "Don't care, go the hells away from me, kid. You're driving my patience." "I'm not a kid though. I'm a grown woman, thank you very much. 25 years young!" "...I believe that somehow, but you're still a kid to me. And I don't deal with kids unless they're half-demons who need help. Now why can't y-" he stopped his speech as he felt her hands touching his hair again. His eye twitched momentarily as he resisted putting a bullet between her eyes somehow. "Do you not listen or so-" "So how do you make it this color blue?" "It's...hairdye... My name is Heru. So if you call me blueberry again and you get shot, you have no excuse." "Heru...? That's a strange name..." "Yeah, well it means exactly where my old man came from in my human father's language... Guess he thought it was appropriate," Heru said, pulling ahead of her again only to hear her following him still. "You seriously aren't going to leave me alone are you?" "Well, you did just save me and you seem really interesting, Heru. Just never been this close to a half-demon before...or at least talked to one... I'm Anue by the way!" "Good for you. I didn't ask..." Heru said, pressing his gloved palm firmly to his face. "Look, ki-" Heru paused, his dark green eyes narrowing to slits. He raised his revolver firing it off in a stray direction, the sound of its impact resounding. "Either you have more Hunter's after you or I've found the damned exorcist that's been following me. Either way, he's a horrible shot..." Heru pauses to listen, slapping his hand over Anue's mouth as he had a feeling she was going to open it at the wrong time. He heard more than one set of footsteps and they were closing in pretty quickly. He took a whiff of the air, eyes closing. "All human too... Must be a group of Hunters working together..." He stared at Anue. "Keep your head down. I've got work to put in..." Heru said, shoving her into cover. Heru's eye twitched as he caught scent of something else. "They have a demon with them and they have no idea... Awesome..." He raised his revolver, looking into the wooded area. Best to take out their sniper and get rid of their cover fire. The rest should be easy, but that demon is going to wait until I use my rounds up... Guess I'll save them for the big fish... he thought out a game plan in his head as he picked off the sniper who was taking cover a kilometer off. The hunters pressed forward into range and he held his revolver in his teeth by the barrel. He took into a wide stance, and as the first Hunter lunged forward with an energized sword, the blade was immediately loosed. Heru grabbed the man by the wrists, twisting the human's body so his back was toward him before pulling him back into a knee which connected with his spine. He yelled out in pain before Heru released his wrists and kicked him into an oncoming hunter. The hunter was able to avoid the body but not the hands that strongly gripped his head and snapped his neck with ease. Three more before that demon shows... Unless he's onto my tactics... he thought and grinned around his revolver. He dropped the gun into his hand and loosed the last four bullets in separate directions. The three remaining humans dropped, he heard a howl of pain which drew his attention to the still standing "human". "Gotcha now..." He stowed the empty magnum and pulled the carbine from his back, refraining from aiming it yet. "You half-blooded whelp! I'll slaughter you!!" came from the dark as the demon shed its human appearance. Trees toppled over as a hulking figure burst from the woods, lunging for Heru. He found no ground on the half-demon, crashing into another tree. Heru instantly recognized him as a Shadurakul, another canomorph. Heru's body shifted seemlessly into his demon form(save for the tearing of his clothes, leaving his vest and jeans mostly in tact) as the other canomorph lunged for Heru again, ready to slam a massive fist into its target. Heru dodged the blow and grabbed the evolved Shadow Mastiff's head, pulling into close quarters and slamming a knee into its gut. The Shadurakul staggered from the blow and Heru have him no quarter to recover, slamming both fists up into its chin then hammering them down on the top of its head. The Shadurakul's chin made impact with the dirt, and before he could rise again, Heru dropped his weight down with a knee into the demon's back and bending both of its arms clearly the wrong way as the joints popped from the tension. "Who sent you after me, mutt?!" Heru shouted, applying more pressure. The Shadurakul grit his teeth at the questioning but, more so, it was all he could do to resist whimpering. "N-no one sent me, half-blood! I was going to deal with those humans until they mentioned seeing a half-demon around these paaarts! Yaaaaaargh!!" the demon yelled as he could feel his spine shifting and his joints coming free from their sockets. "I'm telling the truth, dammit! Let go!" Heru snarled and grinned his set of razor whites. "As of I'd let you go after learning you were out to kill me..." His eyes shot to Anue. "Look away, kid... This ain't gonna be pretty..." Minutes later, the sounds of flesh being rent and bones snapping subsided and all that was left was a messy pile of demon. Heru shifted back to his human form, gathering his things. Anue stepped out of cover and Heru felt discomfort, feeling Anue's stare boring into him. "...Creepy kid..." He said, starting to walk away, but he could feel the young woman starting to follow him...again. This is gonna be a long night...

Name: Herutama "Heru" Reikon Age: 87(looks mid-to-late-twenties) Gender: Male Normal Appearance: Heru and see attachment for color reference. Shifted Appearance: Herutama's eyes turn from his usual green to a dark green which could be called black without enough lighting. His shape becomes like that of a werewolf with his physical structure becoming much more muscular and fangs becoming razor sharp as well as his claws. His fur becomes a brown tinted grey which, unknown to most, is his natural hair color. Personality: Heru comes across as very abrasive when introduced to anything that could be perceived as hostile, especially from humans. He generally assumes humans who come face-to-face with him are going to have some remark to make about his ancestry. When dealing with them, he tends to stay quiet and study them until their actions prove to be tolerable. When dealing with demons, he is usually left alone since they better understand the ways of the Vulvitor. His general behavior toward demons is either to let them be if they create no offense toward him or his half-blood brethren, though if they speak of them even slightly out of line, Heru will gladly hunt them down and pick them off from kilometers away when they least expect it. Toward other half-breeds, Herutama is open to them. He is far less reserved among his own kind and often treats them like family. If a human or demon ever finds a way to gain his full trust, it would be too soon. Species: Half-Vultivor Species Description: Vulvitor's are the Vorr version of a canomorph. Those who donâ??t understand the true nature of canomorphs often incorrectly identify them as fiendish lycanthropes. The canomorph is not a true lycanthrope; it is a fiendish hound (either a hell hound, vorr(essentially more wolven in appearance than a shadow mastiff or hellnhound), or shadow mastiff) that has learned to assume humanoid form. Created by devil and demon lords to serve as intelligent trackers and guardians, canomorphs often journey to the Mortal Plane to undertake diabolical missions for their infernal masters. Like other canomorphs, a vultivor can appear as any humanoid. Grayish skin, black and hungry eyes, and a long, lupine face often mark its humanoid guises. It tends to be cruel and subtle, taking great pleasure in the misfortunes of others. Vultivors are stealthy and patient murderers, stalking their victims until they see an opportunity to make a sneak attack. A vultivor often shifts to its vorr form to speed its escape from the scene of a crime. Abilities: Heru is extremely light on his feet and makes himself difficult to detect by his prey. His physical strength exceeds that of an above average human in his human form. Aside from Herutama's ability to shift into his "werewolf" form at will or to shift when his fuse on his emotions are out of control, Herutama has an extraordinary depth perception. His ability to judge distance down to the inch is almost unmatched. Because of it, he is capable of taking out a target well beyond the traditional range of most fire arms. Aside from armed combat, Herutama is trained to fight close quarters with his bare hands and his serrated army knife he keeps sheathed in his vest. He has been trained in the style of Russian Sambo by a 1st Uchitel when he was young. In his "werewolf" form, his fighting style completely shifts and he receives a notable increase in strength and agility. His attacks are more run on instinct than technique and his nature easily follows that of his parent vulvitor. Supplies: Heru carries a carbine rifle with no more than the standard iron sight with the ability to load specialized rounds for dealing with demonkind. His sidearm is a snub nosed .44 revolver magnum which he often uses a speedloader for while on the fly. His army knife is made from an alloy made from cold iron, silver and steel which were folded as many times as the small blade would be able to handle while maintaining its size. Lastly, his V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. amulet stays with him at all times in case his brethren need his aid. Background: Heru was the elder of the two siblings in his family and was born and raised in North America. His mother was Russian and his father was Japanese while they were alive. Heru was the only one in his family who was looked upon as the black sheep except by his younger sister, Ekaterina who was only two years younger. His human father, Jin, never trusted Heru and he was always wary of Heru's mother, Liliya. He believed that she was willingly taken by the Vulvitor her impregnated her, despite that the Vulvitor had taken on his appearance. He would often question whether or not Ekaterina was truly human until she was old enough to show that she was certainly his child. When Heru came into his teenage years, he often find himself feel as though he was going to snap on his father whether he was bringing up the past with his mother or starting things with him instead. Heru never knew what he was and as long as his younger sister was around him, he never found out. For a while, Heru was fortunate that his appearance was more human than most half-breeds and was able to live a primarily normal lifestyle. His mother could see that things with his father were certainly pushing his limits, thinking that maybe learning some form of martial arts would help him gain some sort of control. For years he practiced and greatly enjoyed the art of Sambo, having learned Judo because of it, and he stayed with it until he turned into an adult and he was confronted by his father...for the last time. The night that Heru turned 18, Jin threatened him to leave and get out of his home, or he was going to bring what he was to light to the public so that he could be publicly dealt with. Not only did Heru find himself at gunpoint, but he could also feel himself being driven over the edge. He didn't want to know what would happen and all he could try and think of was his little sister who he'd looked after all of her life. Heru could no longer hear the words from his father's threats as they became muffled in his ears by his building anger. He could hear the clicking of the bullet setting into the chamber and his eyes turned nearly black as his gaze abruptly landed on his father's face. The door opened behind Heru, causing Jin to startle enough to finish pulling the trigger. Heru dodged the bullet with ease but he could soon smell blood in the air. He slowly turned to see what had been struck, only to see Ekaterina falling to the floor with her hand clutched to her chest. Liliya rushed down the stairs after she had heard the gunshot and looked up to Jin, shouting for him to call an ambulance. Jin, frozen from the thought that he may have killed his own daughter, stood there helplessly. He dropped the gun from his hand, mouthing the words "I can't do it" over and over. Heru, unable to regain his mind, felt his body painfully transforming into the fur covered muscular figure that resembled his true father. The only thing that was helping him keep his humanity was gone. He knew because he could no longer hear her heart beating. With what bit of himself that had control, he tore from the place he once called home, having never returned to see his parents again. From that time on, he spent every year on the anniversary of her death and on her birthday, visiting her grave. He never lost the feeling that it was because of what he was that brought her death about. Long after being forced out of his home, he had learned that his father blamed the death of Ekaterina on his half-demon son, mainly due to the many humans known as Exorcists who were now hunting him down. It wasn't long after looking into this information that Heru was discovered by V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. because it was about this time that his younger appearance was being spread across the media to make it easier to track him down. Heru found that there were many more like him than he had realized and learned that things were a lot more messed up in this world than he would have liked to know. After years of further training and learning what he truly was, V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. welcomed him as an asset to their forces, especially for any mission that required his eyes and stealth.

As Haytham and Julian roamed the main roads of Babel, Julian wandering off of the road frequently to take in the sights he hadn't seen before. He would stop at shops and stare at the wares of the merchants, often trying to touch them before being shooed away by the shopkeeps. He always sulked back to Haytham's side with a huff. It suddenly dawned on him: Haytham was the first Slayer he'd ever met and he'd never seen anyone manipulate light like he did. "So, Mr. Haytham, sir, do you know any other special spells like you used earlier? That was really awesome!" he asked with a bright smile, having completely forgotten about the shops around them now.   Haytham raised an eyebrow. "The Light Constructs?" he asked as the two of them found themselves away from the crowds as they were primarily going against the flow of traffic.   "Yeah, those! Can you show me how you did it?"   "But, Julian, you're a wizard. Haven't you learned how to properly manipulate light magic?"   "Well, yeah, but I wanna know how you do it..." Julian smiled, rocking on his heels for a moment. Before Haytham could respond, he heard a voice behind him shouting something. "Huh? What's going on over there?" he asked, watching a crowd forming around a small crate. He quickly ran over to investigate before he could be stopped.   "Julian, would you wait?" came from Haytham as he approached behind the child to see the crowd was gathering around what looked like a gambling setup. Haytham let out a sigh as he saw a man shuffling three wooden cups on a table. "Come along, Julian. We don't have time to sit and wa-" he looked down to see Julian was sitting at the crate with the man running the operation in front of him.   "Can I play mister? What do you have to do to win?" Julian asked with a curious look.   "You're a little young to be gambling, don't you think, kid? Besides, what sort of coin could you possibly have?" the man said with a laugh, much of the crowd joining in before Julian set a small sack of gold coins on the crate. They came to a brief pause, staring at him. "What, did you steal this or something?"   Julian blinked. "No, sir. I did a lot of chores for my neighbors and I haven't spent much of it on anything," his head tilted. "Do kids from this city steal a lot or something?"   "No, it's not that. It's just-"   "C'mon mister, lemme play once!" Julian pleaded with a smile.   "Alright, alright. You have the coin so why not... Basically," he lifted the cups up, showing a small stone on the table, "you just have to guess which cup has the stone under it and if you guess right, you win however much you bet. If you guess wrong, I take the coin you've bet and add it to my own savings," he said with a smirk and gesturing to his large sack of gold coins.   "Wow...do a lot of people suck at this game or something?"   "Nah, just a run of bad luck sometimes, ya know?" the man laughed, setting the cups down and scratching his beard a bit. "So how much you wanna bet, kiddo?"   Julian picked up the cup he had seen the stone under and took the stone in his free hand. "What kind of rock is this anyway?" he asked, studying it before the man plucked it from his fingers and put it back on the table. Julian blinked a few times before looking up to see the bearded man's irritation. "Er...sorry I should have asked if I could see it first..."   "It's not important what kind of rock it is, kid, just place your damned bet if you're gonna play. That or get out of the way and let someone else have a turn," the man snapped.   "Hm...Let's see..." Julian started counting the coin in his bag, finding 30 pieces roughly. "I'll start with five I guess," he said, picking the coins out and setting them on the crate.   "Alright, kid, try and keep up," he said and before Julian could blink, the cups were in a blur of motion. As the cups came to a stop, the man looked up with a smirk. "Where's the stone, boy?"   Julian, without hesitation, pointed to the far left cup with a big smile on his face. "I think it's that one!"   "Well, look at that, we've got ourselves a winner, folks!" the man said, lifting the cup to reveal the stone. "Winner of five gold pieces!"   "You going soft cause it's a kid, Leon? Or are you just giving money away now?" one of the women in the crowd asked with a bit of laughter from the onlookers.   "Shut yer trap, woman. He made a good guess," Leon spat with a vein starting to pulse at his bald head's temple. He looked back to Julian. "Well, you seem lucky, why not wager your whole purse, lad? Could win some big coin, ya know? Double up on what you've got?"   Julian thought for a moment. "Throw in the stone and I'll give it a try," he said, smiling confidently. Haytham shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was expecting this to end badly for his comrade.   Leon shook his head. "Goofy kid...Alright, how much ya got now?"   "Thirty five coin, sir."   "Okay then! Best of luck..." Leon replied before his look became very serious. He shuffled the cups around over and over again and Julian's eyes didn't seem to move from where they'd started. After what seemed like minutes of cycling positions, the cups came to a stand still. "Alright, little man. Time to see what kind of luck you've g-"   "None of them." Julian said simply.   Leon paused, staring. "No, boy, it's in one of the cups, now pi-"   "You're lying. It's under your palm. I saw it slip out from under the cup and into your hand. You don't play fair mister...You can keep your coin and your rock," Julian said, starting to get up before the man stood up, shoving Julian onto his back with an open palm to his chest. "H-Hey! What was that for?"   "What was it for? You're ruining my income, lad. What makes you think you can call me out on the carpet like that? What proof have you?!" Julian pointed the rock on top of the cup that Leon let go of in his moment of rage. "Well, aren't you a smart little fucker? Well, since you've exposed my little trick, maybe I can take the gold out of yer scrawny hide, eh?" he said, reaching to grab Julian by the collar before Haytham stood between them. "Outta my way if you know what's good for ya. I gotta teach this street rat a lesson in stealin'."   "But I didn't steal my money like you di-"   "Enough, Julian. Let's go," Haytham interrupted, staring back at him.   Julian went quiet before his eyes darted to Leon and went wide. "H-Haytham!" he shouted as Leon thrust a dagger toward him. It found contact with Haytham...except it didn't pierce his skin. In fact it wasn't even a dagger anymore. All he had managed to do was poke the Slayer with a feather.   "Wh-what kind of sorcery is this?" Leon stammered before he looked up to Haytham and stepped back slowly, realizing he'd made quite the error. "S-sorry. I uh...I lost my temper. That's all, really. H-here, kid. You can have the shiny rock and we can call it square right?" he offered, sounding nervous and looking nervous with the smile he was trying to wear.   "Okay!" Julian said, swiping the stone and his coins, stowing them away. "Come on, Mr. Haytham. We should probably get going. Bye-bye, Scam Artist!" he called back as he headed back in the direction they were originally travelling. Haytham shot Leon a glare before following his young companion. After they made a bit of distance, Haytham could see Julian was studying the stone in his hand now. "This is really special. With this I can probably pull off some spells a little more effectively!"   "Why, Julian? What is it exactly?"   "It's called a focusing stone. It makes the concentrating part of spellcasting less stressful just by holding or wearing it. Or in my case," Julian produced his spellbook, embedding it in one of five circular slots that seemed to enclose on the stone as soon as Julian released it, "by carrying it all of the time."   "Hm, I suppose that little bit of gambling paid off, even if you didn't play very much," Haytham said with a nod. "But you know we should really try learning more about the Chu'v- Julian, be quiet," he stopped himself, tugging Julian into a small alleyway after stepping into it himself. Julian soon realized why he was pulled into hiding as the two spotted three similarly dressed hooded figures walking past them.   "Soon Chu'val will bring justice upon Malik and his people. It will merely be a matter of time now," one of the hooded figures spoke. It sounded like a woman's voice. "Once the gathering is complete, things will be set into motion."   "And there will be nothing they can do with Mailk away from his home. And I hear their transportation has been badly damaged now. They must be incredibly vulnerable! Oh, if only our Lord would will it so, we could have our victory before they have the chance to regroup..." another spoke, also sounding like a woman's voice.   "Be patient, dears. All will come in due time. It is all in His plans. He will bestow upon us the necessary power when the time is right," a male voice came from the third figure as he rested a hand on his companions. "Now, we ought to go find the others and meet with them before the time is too late." The women nodded in agreement and they disappeared from Haytham and Julian's sight.   "That's not good...Those people want bad stuff to happen to Mr. Lord Malik... We should go stop them before it's too late!" Julian said, sounding a bit frantic.   "No, Julian. We know not their numbers. It would be best to come up with a bit of planning first, and possibly regroup with the others if need be," Haytham replied calmly.   "I...guess so...sorry," Julian sighed, looking down. I just hope we don't end up being too late...

As the dragon's mouth opened and the fire began to loose from its jaws, it was immediately trapped in its mouth and forced back into its body. Its insides ruptured from the force of the flames as it began to fall backward from the ship before its not so graceful plummet. Julian smiled brightly. "It's really easy to make a fireball blast when you already have an existing ball of fire," he said proudly, waving to the Half-Virdisian. His eyes returned to the deck as he felt two of his detection wards alert him. "Uh-oh, hope it's not more badguys..." as soon as the words escaped him, four of the assailants who entered the area were making a move toward him.   "The child is a wizard, but he's still a child. Kill him swiftly!" one of them shouted as the other three readied their swords.   Julian smirked. "Sweet, you guys made it easy for me!" he raised a finger and a spark of electricity came to his fingertip before a cone of white magic shot forth from his other hand. The assailants stopped in their tracks, defending themselves with their swords then stared blankly. "Just had to make sure-" he said as a bolt of lightning jumped through each of their weapons and frying his opponents in one go, "-that they weren't enchanted or something." He sighed as his wards went off again. "These guys don't give...up..." he stared blankly as a massive, muscular figure stood before him, kicking the corpses out of his way.   "Outta the way, runt. I ain't got time for your little magic tricks," the hulking figure spoke as it marched toward him. "Your little spellbook ain't got nothin to affect me," he said with a grin, patting his chest as a set of runic marks glowed on him.   Julian smiled a bit. "Yeah, you're probably right, but I have quite a few tricks up my sleeves," he said, before chanting a few words and his spell book glowed a deep red before his body did the same briefly. "I bet I can beat you head on anyway. You're not so tough looking," Julian chuckled, seeing the large man's face redden with irritation.   "You little piece'a'sh-!" he started to shout as he threw a punch at Julian before it was halted with little effort by the child's open palm. "Goddamned wizardry!" he yelled before Julian grabbed his fists with both hands, tossing him clear into a few of Garrick's attackers, sending him and his targets off of the airship.   Julian scratched the back of his head. "Erm... Maybe I gave myself too big of a boost... Oops." He shrugged, turning away from the scene outside and heading back to his station. "Oh well. As long as I don't let Lord Malik down. But at least I've gotten to see my first real dragons today!" he smiled, bouncing with excitement. His excitement ended as his wards alerted him again, but it didn't matter since he could see the lot of them breach the deck. "Well, I don't know any of these guys...but that's a lot of bad guys..." he stepped back slowly but he found himself surrounded by them. "N-Not good..."   Without another word, the attackers readied their weapons, charging the boy before he levitated from the floor above their reach and he could see several of them reaching for the controls. "...You leave me no choice...I'm sorry..." Julian's eyes turned a pale blue, almost white as he began to chant in a strange language. "Let the cold from the realm of the spirits breathe upon the land of the living to know the warmth these souls once knew in life..." As the chant ended, the bodies of the attackers began to slow as they were all feeling the cold overtake them until they were eventually frozen solid. His eyes became a bright blue as his fist closed and he landed just in front of the controls. As he opened his hand, a brief hurricane ripped forth, breaking the frozen bodies into debris and sending them out into the open air as nothing but dust. Julian held his spell book to his chest with both hands, fighting back tears. "I hate that spell... Why did I have to learn necromancy in school? ...Why did I resort to that one?" he sobbed before shaking his head. "I got scared...I can't let that happen again... That or figure out a better way." He regained his composure as well as he could, wiping his eyes. He readied himself for anything else this army would throw his way, shifting his train of thought in order to keep focus on his fight.

Julian quickly jumped out of his seat as Malik started to leave. "W-wait up! I wanted to ask you some things!" he shouted, taking off after him, tome in tow behind him before he was halted by Cassandra. "Awwww.... No fair...I didn't even get to see him change into a dragon..." he sighed with frustration, hanging his head. Cassandra knelt to his level before he looked up. "So have things really been this bad for so long, Miss Mage Lady Cassandra?" Julian asked, immediately sitting cross-legged and levitating so he was still at standing height.   "Please don't call me that, Julian..." Cassandra said with a sigh.   "Mage Lady Cassandra?"   "No."   "Miss Mage Lady?"   "No..."   "Miss Cassie?"   "...No. You'll address me as Lady Cassandra, Julian."   Julian pouted some. "Aww....'Kay, Mi- Er..." he quickly caught himself, sighing, "Lady Cassandra." He looked to see she was a little less irritated now. "So when do I get to see the Firstborn turn into a draagon?" he said, smiling.   "Likely not until our first real battle. It's not some sort of parlor trick, Julian. It is a serious matter whenever he has to change himself," she said, standing. "I expect you to show the utmost respect for the Dragon Commander whenever you speak with him, is that understood?"   "I understand... I also understand that I'll have to stick around if I want to see a dragon in action!" Julian grinned as he stood on the floor once again.   "Look, here, boy. You're asking to go to war and you haven't even hit puberty yet? Something wrong with you upstairs?" Garrick asked him, shaking his head. "Kid like you probably has no abilities on the front line anyway, likely just to get caught like you got caught by our lovely lady here," he added, glancing to Cassandra with a smirk.   Cassandra started to respond when Julian chimed in with a grin. "Nah, I got caught on purpose!" he said proudly, causing everyone to look at him, puzzled. "See, I examined every ward that was placed before I even tried to break in. When I realized there were some past my capabilities, I knew it had to be setup by someone super strong! So, just like I'd hoped, I got caught by the powerful sorceress before you," he said, motioning to Cassandra. "Then I told her I wanted to meet Malik, and here I am!"   Garrick facepalmed as Bayel and Haytham stared in confusion and disbelief. "You have gotta be kidding me..." Garrick said, shaking his head.   "Not even slightly, Mr. Virdisian! I almost couldn't see it because I never met one in person..." Julian said squinting. "But I remember seeing your relatives in my study books and I almost missed it since you're only a half-Virdisian. Of course I've never gotten to meet a half Virdisian either...I wonder if Lyon has..." he pondered a bit, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. Garrick opened his mouth about half of a word before Julian snapped out of his thoughts. "Anyway! I gotta go catch up with Mister Dragon...er...Lord Malik!" he shouted with a smile and darted out the door, heading for the hangar at full speed.

"Look, buddy, we don't want any trouble. All we want is the copper in your pocket and we'll be on our way," a tall dark-skinned man with black hair said with a small grin. "And any other valuables you've got on you would be greatly appreciated, right?" he said and a younger man and woman chuckled alongside him. "We haven't eaten in a couple days so our moods are pretty easy to go sour, ya know?" "Yeah, especially him," the white-haired woman said, pointing to the auburn-haired man next to him and grabbing his arm. "He's wasting away to nothing!" she laughed, stepping out of reach from the man as he swung a fist her way. "And he's especially moody," she smirked. "P-please I don't have much of anything to give... I only have a few copper and even some rations, but nothing more," a young boy said, backed to a tree by the three thugs before him. He looked rather dirtied and beaten. The three of them hadn't been his only run in this evening from his appearance. "I've already had a run in with a few rogues along my travels and I've been lucky to get away with this little bit. Please, you three, give me a break here..." he pleaded, looking between the three. The night concealed his face beneath the hood he wore, save for a set of piercing blue eyes.   "Well, we can give you a few breaks if you like," "Auburn" said with a chuckle. "What do you say, Talon?" he asked the taller man of their party. "It's only right that we give him what he asks for."   Talon grinned. "You're right, Sothe. I'm thinking that could be arranged pretty easily," he said, looking to the woman. "We had the last two, have fun Nyna. Make sure you collect his things when yo-"   "Excuse me!" came a shout followed by the sound of something stomping along the path...something big. The four people along the path looked up to see a large wolf charging toward them with a small figure riding on its back. "Coming through, folks!"   "Who the hell...?" Nyna said, tilting her head. "Sothe, can you do something about that?" she asked, grabbing their young victim by the collar and pinning him to the tree. "I'm gonna get started on this guy before he gets any ideas." "Sounds like a plan. That wolf could probably feed us for a while. And whoever's with it can just be another victim," he grinned, drawing a composite bow from his quiver and taking aim on the wolf.   "Is he gonna shoot at us? That's not good, he wants to hurt my puppy..." the rider said, looking up ahead of him. "That's not very nice of them... Okay, go home, boy. I'll call you back when I'm ready to play again," he said, petting the wolf's head before the wolf disappeared into nothing and the rider, a little boy, floated down to his feet. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cause so much racket. I'm just in a big hurry! Can you folks let me through, please?" he asked, approaching them. The three of the thugs looked very puzzled, as did the young man who they were mugging. "Uhm...hello?"   "Who the hell is this kid and what the hell was that thing you were riding?" Talon said, turning toward the child.   "Huh? Oh! I'm Julian, and that was Lyon. He's my buddy," Julian smiled. His smile quickly changed as he looked toward the male pinned to the tree. "H-hey! You shouldn't hurt him!" he disappeared and Nyna was standing where he stood before while Julian brushed the young man off. "Are you okay? You really shouldn't be out in the open like this, you know? It's not safe among humans," he said, smiling.   "Thank you, young man...It has been quite a journey for me," the young man said with a smile.   "Hehe, glad to help, mister. Be safe getting back to your home!"   "Don't point that at me!" came from Nyna as she punched Sothe upside the head. "What's wrong with you?!"   Sothe rubbed his head. "I-It's not my fault! The kid switched places with you some how. He must be a wizard or somethin'..."     Talon shook his head, growing irritated as the young man had disappeared and Julian stood in his place. "You know, you're going to have to pay up for getting rid of our meal ticket. And since you can cast magic, you should be able to conjure up some cash or at least some food for us. Maybe for the rest of your life you could just travel with us and keep us fed and wealthy. What do you say, kid?"   "Sorry, I can't. I really gotta go meet this dragon, so I can't stay much longer. Really sorry, mister." Julian replied, scratching the back of his head. "See ya!" Julian said as he started to take off before Talon took a hold of him with a knife to his neck. "H-hey! Let me go!"   "Children should really learn their place. Now, I'm really hungry so I'd suggest you cooperate you little brat..." Talon murmured as Sothe and Nyna surrounded Julian.   "Stop treating me like a kid...I HATE when people treat me like a kid!!" he shouted, sending Nyna and Sothe flying back off of their feet and slamming himself and Talon into a tree. Freed from Talon's grip, he composed himself before looking back at the three. He decided he had better take off before the shout spell's concussive force wore off from the thugs. After making a solid distance, Julian stopped to catch his breath. "I think I lost them now," he said, clutching his spell book to his chest. "I hope I didn't lose too much time..I'd better call Lyon back up," he said, opening his spellbook and chanting a few lines before his dire wolf seemed to materialize suddenly. "Lyon! Sorry to keep you waiting. I didn't want those bad guys to hurt you," he said, walking up and petting Lyon's muzzle receiving a face full of wolf slobber. Julian chuckled and laughed. "Come on, buddy. Let's get back to it!" he said, climbing onto Lyon's back.   Hours more of travel brought him in range of the dragon's keep: The Battle Tower. "This is it, Lyon...today I'm gonna see me a dragon..." He exhaled softly. "I'd better go it alone from here so you can rest. Besides, I don't know how they'd take to you," he said leaning down and petting Lyon's head. "I'll call you when it's safe, okay?" The wolf seemed to respond with a nod before he dissolved again. "Now, teleportation won't work, since I've never been there before...Invisibility wouldn't get me through any sort of wards they have, and if I dispel any of them, whoever set them will notice. Maaaaaaaaan!" his cheeks puffed up, frustrated as he was having a hard time thinking of an easy solution. "The only thing I can think to do is to get caught and escape but I don't know what sort of force I'd be trying to get away from," he tugged on his hair a bit, sighing. Think, Julian, think.... he closed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He opened his eyes and reached into the cloak's fabric, drawing a small crystal orb out of it. He began to chant a few words, attempting to scry past the wards to no success. His eyes turned from green to blue and the crystal glowed the same blue. Have to find a weak point...whoever placed this wards.... Julian stopped his scanning and exhaled softly. "I guess it's just to hope whoever catches me takes me to the dragon," he said with a sigh. "Ah well..." Julian smiled. "I just hope I don't run into the mage who set these wards up," he shuddered. "They must be scary strong!" he said, disappearing from view as he advanced toward the tower.   As Julian reached the tower, he slipped in past the conventional barriers easily enough, avoided being detected by guards, and stayed out of sight as he tried to figure out where he'd find the dragon. He's probably at the top, sitting on his horde of gold or somethin' like that, Julian thought, smiling as he made his way up the tower. A little less than half way up the tower, a chill ran down his spine. N-not good! he thought as he started to take off before he felt something snag his collar and lift him off of his feet. Plan A was successful....but now comes the part where I hope for the best...   "Child, you had better have a good explanation for being where you don't belong. Even more so, I don't see how a boy of your age could make it so far into my wards without being detected sooner. Explain?" the woman who had picked him up and unveiled his invisibility spell was staring him in the face now.   "Well, it's cause I know magic. And I knew whoever placed the wards was really good and I'd get detected. And I tried reaaaaally hard to find a gap in the wards that I could fit through. Even if I shrunk down I couldn't get in! But anyway, I'm here to see the dragon, please, ma'am," Julian said with a big, innocent smile.   The woman sighed, pressing her palm to her face and shaking her head. "Child, what is your name?"   "I'm Julian Kiris, ma'am," he said with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Sorceress lady!"   "Please don't address me as that... Gods, what am I supposed to do...?"

Name: Julian Kiris Age: 10 Gender: Male Race: Human Appearance: Julian stands at 4' tall and weighs in at roughly 65 lbs. He has light brown hair and bright green eyes which often turn a darker green whenever he casts his spells. Despite an intellect which Julian could boast, he is still very active physically which can be seen in his build. He always carries a large spell book around with him. The tome probably weighs roughly 22 pounds itself, but he enchanted the book to weigh less to him. He wears a white dragonhide tunic with black shorts and boots. Class: Wizard Abilities: Julian's spellbook is certainly not full, but he practices a wide variety of spell schools but specializes in Evocation spells for long range or close range damage. . He frowns upon Necromancy and just about never uses it unless it is a life or death situation. If he can't bring himself to throw a fireball or a bolt of lightning, he'll use a Transmutation spell on himself to turn himself into something who can handle a situation properly. He doesn't much fight in armed combat but he is very good at avoiding it, though he has some martial arts teaching simply from his ample curiosity and learning that he can use martial arts to cast his close quarter spells while using Abjuration spells to protect himself. Motives: Julian is merely in the war to meet dragons as well as fill his 1000 page spell book. Being a child prodigy, a lot is expected of him from his hometown, but no one wants him involved in the war at his age. He has always looked forward to meeting the first born and interrogate him for everything he could find out. Most of all, he has an insatiable curiosity that compels him to never stay in one spot. Snippet: "You're too young to go off to the battlefield, Master Kiris," spoke one of the elder wizards. "You have no business in this war, child!" "How come? Aren't we in need of skilled sorcerers and wizards alike? What makes me any different?" Julian asked, idly flipping through the pages of his spellbook, turning each page by twitching a finger. "Is it because you're afraid I'll show you up? Or is it because you don't want me to learn any new magic? Or is it be-" "ENOUGH!" the elder interrupted. "Enough of the questions, you little twit..." "But you can't learn anything without asking questions one way or another," Julian replied, giving the wizard a serious stare. His book closed on its own abruptly. "Is that not how we come across our knowledge of the arcane? By inquiring? By researching? By practicing?" He turned to face the elder wizard, looking up to him and pulling the hood of his cloak over his head. His senior replied with nothing, looking irritated. "Now if you insist on trying to stop me, you'll either have to physically stop me or magically contain me." "You challenge your senior?! Foolish child!" the wizard said before motioning his hands and a cage of light dropped over Julian, trapping him within. The bars formed beneath his feet as well, leaving him now underground escape route either. "Now, stay still like a good lad," he said before he realized that that was far too easy. He felt a weight on his shoulders all of a sudden as Julian was sitting on them despite being in the cage. "You little tw-" and he was suddenly silenced as Julian tapped him on the forehead and then was unable to use his hands as they felt as heavy as his whole body now, pinning him to the floor. All he could do was scowl at the prodigy before him. "You know, you would know how I did that if you would ask. But for starters-" Julian uttered a few words, dispelling the cage as well as the illusion he left in the cage. "-I'll clean this up. The silence and gravity spells should wear off in a few hours. I've got dragons to go meet!" a big grin crossed his lips. "This is gonna be awesome!!" he shouted as he bolted out the door of the stone-walled room, spell book hugged to his chest.

Welcome aboard, Hyperdrive!

"I thought we had come to a decision to stick with Cain, Mr. Warren? Most of my students preferred to shorten my last name, so I know it can be a mouthful," he said to Jason with a smile.   "Yeah...while I'm sure you have an interesting family history, it's a bit much," Jason shrugged. "Either way, go ahead and get started."   "Alright...but why would...guessing they don't like each other much..." Cain said, scratching the back of his head. Just hope I can remember everything...or will that command compel me to come back automatically? he thought to himself, scratching his head. As he took his time separating himself from the others, he tried to ignore his thoughts on the matter. He also tried to remind himself that this wasn't a dream. He wasn't going to be waking up from this and he'd still remember bits and pieces of all of it. On the plus side, I won't have to worry quite as much about remembering this since I will have instinct guiding me and not memory, he thought with a smile, trying to think of any positive way to look at it. Once he made enough room from the others, he stopped and took a breath. "I'd prefer to not ruin my clothes again," he said, shaking his head. He glanced behind him, making sure the others were focused on their tasks and then undressed himself with his backs to them and left them folded on the floor until he stood there in nothing but his eye patch.   Cain looked at the palms of his hands, lifting his head and closing his eyes. He envisioned the wolf that he became the day before and then his train of thought was gone. He stood with his head lower than it did a moment ago and he stood as the massive black wolf once again. His nose lifted to the air before he lowered himself to stretch his muscles out. The sense of strength he felt as the wolf was a rush in itself. Although it sucked only being able to see with one eye, as a wolf, it wasn't too much of a blind side, especially given his keen hearing and scent. He sniffed about the ground and his ears perked up momentarily as his head raised. His gaze shifted around a bit before he took off at whatever he detected. He rushed toward whatever it was and he could feel his hackles raise on his neck down to his back as several Maverick mechs aimed to open fire on Cain on sight. His gaze shifted as quick as his body side-stepped a volley of rounds, focused on him from the mechs. As they adjusted their fire, they advanced on the wolf, but the beast was able to take full advantage of his agility to close the gap without a round landing his armored hide. His fangs bared as he lunged for the left-most mech on his approach, removing his blind spot as he tore into the mech's arm when it tried to defend with his jaws. As his jaws clamped down, his claws cut clear through the mech's torso with his momentum. He tore himself quickly loose as the other mechs opened fire on him again, only finding Cain's first target. He clawed his way through it again with a lunge at its legs, grabbing the mech and tossing it toward the others to distract them. As they opened fire and destroyed the first target, they lost sight of the wolf in the smoke.   As the smoke was about to clear, a black mass came bursting through the remaining cloud. The two opened fire again, letting loose heavier rounds and finding nothing but the ground. With a snarl and a growl, he ran into the next mech head-on sending it back into the further mech's line of fire. It fell forward and Cain's eyes glaring at the last mech. It seemed to shift its stance, as if it were preparing for close range combat, drawing a heated axe from its back. Cain lowered his stance, circling the mech slowly and waiting for it to strike at him with his fangs still bare. The mech struck first, bringing the axe straight down and then sideways, both ending with a sidestep. As it started to wind up for another blow, Cain slammed a massive paw down on the flat of the axe, taking the mech off balance. With a final lunge, Cain tore the mech clean in half with his claws, landing behind where it once stood.   He looked over his shoulder at the remains of his opponents, panting lightly before his ears twitched. It was too late... He found himself knocked clear on his side by whatever blasted him. He shook his head, trying to regain his bearings and figure out what just ran him over. He got hit by the second mech he fought with, causing him to huff through his nose when he realized it. Apparently the blast from the last one didn't take it out, because it was on its feet again. Cain snapped his teeth toward the mech, getting back into his stance. He lowered himself again, hesitating a moment. The mech closed some of the distance between the two, taking shots at Cain with its proverbial shotgun. The wolf avoided them again but one of them managed to catch him at close enough range to drop him on his side. He lay motionless after he landed, breathing slowed. As the mech approached the predator one last time, ready take one last shot to finish the wolf off, Cain sprang up and slammed the mech onto its back with a pounce. The machine bounced off of the ground from the impact only to find itself rended to scrap.   Cain caught walked away from the pile of recyclables, looking over his shoulder to see if they were going to move again. His hackles lowered as he relaxed and sat down, scratching the spot where he was shot with his hind leg. He stood up on all fours again before returning to find the Titan as he was commanded.

My dream car

Hoping to get to go to Colossalcon in Sandusky this year. Probably go as Reno(FF7) and "generic ninja" this year if I can. I'd eventually like to make an Archer(fate-stay night) cosplay and go to Colossalcon or Tekkoshocon, but that's if I can ever afford to.

I miss the old days when I could remember everyone by name and then everyone started changing them...so I couldn't XD I can't say much though, I did change my name from Keiji to Kayin many years ago.