the mind of a savage kind

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POSTED: Thu Oct 27, 2016 9:42 am

Socialization was not on an assassin's list of skills, nor is it on the application. Though technically a bounty hunter, The Bull wouldn't argue against the fact that the professions had a large area of overlap. Being raised as meat for the proverbial slaughter certainly didn't help either, but no one could have guessed whether or not that would turn him into an expert killer or another pile of bones to join the dust.

He came across the concept of "honorable warriors" during his travels, but turned his nose up at the idea of imagining himself as one. He knew too well that the concepts of "good" and "evil" were nothing but hoaxes for false hope. "Evil" was just how life was — nothing otherworldly had a hand in his upbringing. Just... life. But of course, The Bull had his own hand in life and pulled himself from the blood and muck into what he was now. But nobody but himself plunged a sword into a man to grant himself freedom. No fake thing he couldn't see handed it to him on a silver platter.

Talk of gods and faith sickened him to the point of bringing up the desire to sink another blade into flesh for something beyond money. His sanity, maybe.

The memory came up from nowhere this time, the idea sprung from the emptiness of trees and shrubs. The wind blew occassionally, but it was a calm day thus far. If someone came, they better knew the woods well if they wanted to get the jump on The Bull. For now, he wandered silently, keeping his spear by his side and his only eye rotating all around him. He wasn't one to sit and admire nature for long, as that was how many a mark was ended in his experience.

Memories were something he found himself plunged into more and more frequently, though. Slavery and fighting were simple enough, but having his freedom — while liberating — caused a stir in his psyche. The sight of slaves made him angry back on the mainland, further south where the population was denser. But he was angry at the slaves themselves. Why remain such? Why not fight and claw their way out like he did? Did they not thirst for a free life, or were they too weak and pathetic to even try? His vision blurred with anger and he could feel himself snarl at the hypotheticals before catching himself. Thinking about things like this often spurned him into a rage, but he struggled to keep it off his mind.

Being free was simpler until he remembered he wasn't the only slave to exist.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 28, 2016 2:10 am

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Freedom was just at her fingertips and she didn’t even know what to do with it. She had her mother’s necklace safely tucked away in a hiding spot, and her mother’s ring was the only thing left now. She had ideas, ways of getting it back without Lukos noticing. Not that she’d think Lukos would really do anything to her if she did take it and he found out, but she didn’t want to face that. She wanted him to stay ignorant to her plans. Knowing them might have him blabbing them to Nyx and then she’ll do something to take Ronan away, the last loyal subject left. If it was her and Ronan against the world, then so be it.

She spotted a white Luperci up in the distance of the trees and she almost turned back thinking it had been the white brute from the Trenches with the slave master. White. That’s all she knew of his name. White. And cowardly. Though, last time she had seen him, he didn’t have an eye wound and the one on this white Luperci didn’t look at all fresh.

He hulked in the trees – his form massive, his eye wound strange, and his armor different. She eyed the hammered red sign at his knee. There were strange letters on it, but Szenne couldn’t read. Either way, it mattered not. The sign wasn’t saying much anymore anyway.

”Hey, how'd ya get that,” she pointed down at the red sign, ”to wrap around ya leg like that?” she asked, intended for just a passing question. Though, she was genuinely interested because that was innovative as hell. She could use that with her leather armor.

Casually, she leaned against a tree nearby and waited for the brute to answer, if he were to answer. Meanwhile, she took the time to further study him – his outfit, his form, his intricately braided hair, and his missing eye. He belonged in Anathema with this kind of look, surely. But she didn’t wish that punishment upon anyone.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 28, 2016 2:02 pm

Not many had the gall to ask The Bull about many things, let alone how or why he had the armor that he did. It didn't seem all that special to him, just something that was fashioned out of necessity, given the scarcity of materials in the deserts and canyons. If it came down to it, surely you would see individuals with rocks strapped to their chests given that was one of the few things you could use to protect yourself.

Luckily, rocks were not the only things in the wasteland of the desert.

The sound of footsteps came before the sound of spoken words, but The Bull reacted just the same as he normally did — a sharp turn of his head with a snarl on his lips. The jade eye stared down the woman, who seemed to approach the man with a naive disregard for how much danger he actually posed to her. His brain had to react to the question for a moment, taking in the words and putting the meaning together. The sign wasn't usually the first thing people noticed — rather, it was the lack of another eye that usually caught other's attention. The shining rock embedded in the eye-patch glinted with oceanic shades of blue and made for quite the conversation starter. Well, it would, if The Bull were such a man to be inclined to conversations in the first place.

The female in question had a pelt quite like the desert rocks. Earthy with a variation of tones, but he definitely had the height and the weight over her, as he did with most females. Despite the fact that meeting a strange, large man alone would be a red flag and signal a time to run — she seemed to not be deterred in the least.

He brought down his spear with a thump, a non-verbal signal that she had definitely caught his attention now, but her question was definitely strange to him. Why would she ask him such a question without taking into account the reason he might have that kind of armor in the first place? The metal had dings and dents in it, so it had obviously seen some abuse. Yet not many noticed that the metal signs were heavily focused on the blind side of his body.

Hmmph, he huffed, the snarl fading to just a sliver of a sneer. He swung the spear around with a single hand so that he gripped it tight with the point facing towards the ground, ready to jab if needed. The woman had to know he was a dangerous thing to be around — anything as beaten and large as him usually was. No. Not much of an answer, but he wasn't really keen on giving her one. Anymore acts of naivety would likely be punished, or at least corrected.

He couldn't doubt that there were likely groups that occupied the area. There were some signs of established borders in some places, but in others it was hard to tell. Harder to tell how many of these groups occupied the surrounding area, but he could certainly avoid them for the time being.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 05, 2016 4:15 am

Szenne
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It seemed the hulking beast was a man of few words. His body language spoke more than his lips actually did. Szenne noticed the movements he made with his spear – tapping it on the ground, then pointing the blade down. Not threatening her with it, but ready if he needed to be. Though, by the looks of him, he had size and strength over her and most of the regular-sized Luperci in these lands. She hadn’t dreamed of messing with the likes of him unless she had a death wish. And she didn’t.

”No?” she probed, quirking an eyebrow and folding her arms over her scarred chest. Surely, he had to have seen the pink markings that decorated her skin as well. He seemed to size her up, but she was as calm as anything. She noticed it, but she let on like she ignored it. She was just interested in his patchwork armor. Big Boy, I’ma leatherworker. I’m always lookin’ for new techniques. If ya share that,” she nodded to his armored knee. ”Maybe I can share somethin’ else of interest with ya. One paw washes the otha’.”

And she didn’t quite mean her ass, but the more she looked at him, the more she realized she couldn’t help herself around strong, scarred males that seemed to have been around the block. Twice.

Even with a missing eye and a hole in his large, pale face, he had some kind of sex appeal that reached down deep within Szenne and tugged at her heartstrings. She tried to ignore it, though. He potentially wanted to kill her, and she potentially wanted to -- never mind.

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