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Post by Seaheart on May 5, 2007 17:23:39 GMT -5
Seaheart stood in the training field. Not much...he needed a human opponent. Except...he wanted a new weapon. He looked at his sword. Lithe, thin, and black. At the bottom of the hilt was a wolf howling. He disbanded it's original name. Ven was right. Giving names to weapons was dumb. A weapon was used to attack. Nothing else.He had to change it. A weapon still should reflect it's user. He passed his hand over it, using his new strength. It started to widen a bit, and it turned gray. It started to twist within itself, seemingly growing. It started to grow and twist, and soon looked something like vines. He was using his energy and it seemed like it was throbbing. Demented....monstrous.....powerful. Like Seaheart. Seaheart would become stronger. Worse yet, he'd destroy this whole school to do it.
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Mik
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Post by Mik on May 5, 2007 17:35:56 GMT -5
Mikhail walked onto the training field, his body still cut up from it's encounter with Rafe. Mikhail had covered his wounds in a salve made from one of his many modified plants, they had made most of his cut close up, but one that ran down his eye would definitely be a scar. After nearly a day of looking he had finally found the school... or at least he had found part of it but this was better than any of his other attempts. The field looked like it had gone though some kind of holocaust, craters, scorch marks, and ash riddled the expanse "Wow now isn't this a prime example of good landscaping." he muttered almost falling into one of the holed areas.
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Post by Seaheart on May 7, 2007 15:43:26 GMT -5
The mute looked around, admiring his weapon. He then heard a noise. He loved this landscape. A war ravaged land......he would actually like to make a territory here. Maybe a base.....He'd work on it later. He pointed his sword at Mikhail. Hmmm....he seemed like he'd been in a fight. He could be dangerous. He curled his hand into a fist, and watched him in case he was an enemy.
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