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A man from the shores of a warm paradise... finding himself landlocked in a world of ice and snow. Owen Rangi Robinson, a combative and rebellious Sniper for Coldfront. 

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The Token

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“Ha! I see you’re curious!”

Curious, or nervous. Owen still wasn’t used to reading Marius’s body language. Then again, he didn’t really think merman actually existed. Sure, there was lore and legend about the children of Ikatere, and all the denizens down in the deep, deep sea. And there were some tales about creatures with, well, tails that weren’t entirely fish, but something else as well.

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Oh right, of course! He did say that he has something to give him. That was the whole point of this meeting. Why did he act so surprised? Maybe it was just the thought of receiving a gift that was so exciting that he forgot all about the message to meet him. He mentally shrugged it off, hoping he didn’t look like a fool.

Close his eyes. Right, ok, that sounds simple enough. Marius did just that and resisted the urge to peek. He suppressed his jittery emotions and let Owen do what he needed to do. He waited in darkness.

He felt something slip around his neck. At first, he thought he was going to wrap something tight around his neck, but he quickly learned he was wrong. Instead, something hung just on his sternum. The contact of the cool object raised goosebumps on his flesh. He bit his lip as he tried to calm his wide smile.  

When Owen announced his completion and told him to open his eyes, Marius did as he was told. Immediately, felt for the necklace. Thankfully the rope or cord was long enough for him to pull the pendant away from his body so that he could look at it. As if the smile on his face couldn’t get any brighter, he practically beamed. It was smooth, twisted, save for the grooves of swirls that adorned the lowest loop. Three loops, to be exact. It was tied to keep in place. Just after the knot were small pebbles of a holey stone. He had seen these before, around volcanic islands. They were just the right size to fit between his index finger and thumb. There were also beads of blues and greens. He knew these stones, or rather, glasses. They were found all along the ocean floor:  sea glass. He has plenty of shards and shapes of his own in his ever-growing collection of shiny objects.

Marius took the time to look it over with such wonder. How did he make this? The carvings are small yet intricate! He must use some kind of tools to achieve this. Here it was, the most beautiful gift he ever received. Better than the cans he found, better than the prongs (silver forks) he found, better than the cryptic messages (license plates) he found. He didn’t quite understand the meaning of the design, but he knew how to appreciate and respect something he knew little about. Although, it didn’t hurt to ask.

His cheeks were a lovely shade of pink. He let the pendant dangle on his breastbone after he looked it over countless times, a newfound appreciation every time he studied it. Owen had put time and effort into this gift, this personal gift, and it sparked a reaction that perhaps even the sniper wasn’t expecting.

In a flash of green, Marius tackled the other into a hug, wrapping his arms around his neck. He laughed and snorted and kissed his face a dozen times over. He was so overcome with joy that he couldn’t contain it any longer. 

“Oh thank you so much! I-…I love it,” he exclaimed. He paused for a moment, letting his excitement calm down, remembering that he didn’t have anything in return. “You…did not need to do that. But it’s very kind of you. 

“I’m…sorry that I do not have anything to give you,” his smile faltered as he felt a pang of guilt in his heart. “I don’t think any of my gifts would be as beautiful as this….this….what is this? It is a necklace, yes?” He pulled it up from between their chests and held it in front of Owen’s face. “What-…u-um…What does this mean? This shape…these markings. I love it, and I want to understand it.” 

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Owen watched him, waiting for his reaction, unable to hold back how excited he was. As a man, he wasn’t afraid to show his emotions. Some men, he had learned over time, liked to suppress their emotions, or hide them, for some reason, thinking it made them look ‘tough’. But the true strength of any human-- man, woman, or beyond those limited terms-- came from the strength and passion of their emotions.

And Marius... showed his.

The sniper was elated to see how the mer reacted. He had been unknowingly holding his breath, hoping and praying that his gift would be well received. Sometimes people took offense to having a bone of a once living animal around their neck. Some people thought that was downright gross, or strange. They didn’t understand the meaning behind it all; the power those pendants held.

With a warm laugh, Owen accepted the tackle, wrapping his strong arms around the mer in happy embrace.

“Y’like it?” he asked, perking up. So relieved was he that Marius had not only accepted the gift but he actually liked it. “Bone,” he said, reaching out to briefly run a finger along the pale, white pendant. “I have enough bones to work with. I make jewelry out of the stuff. Carve pendants, beads. Usually make stuff for tourists-- for my parents to sell back home. Kowhaea-- well, she’s just happy I keep up with traditions, that I don’t let ‘em die out.”

He quickly, in an excited rush, explained how he achieved such fine details. Most of it, he would admit later, would go right over Marius’s head. For he knew the mer wasn’t exactly up-to-date on the hobbies of humans. Even less was he privy to Māori traditions. Owen tried to teach him a bit of his life-- his two lives, in fact: half of a true native of New Zealand and half of a stranger who moved to those unknown lands.

“It’s a triple twist,” he declared, quite proud of his work. “Or, we call it a pikorua. Looks great on ya, too. It’s got some meanings to it in my culture. I think it’s best fittin’ for you.” He frowned, concerned, at the mer’s sudden lapse in enjoyment, at the fear and guilt crossing his features. “No, no, don’t feel that way.” As Marius lifted the pendant up, he reached out and traced its form, all the tiny little details. “I wanted to make this for ya. And, yea, it’s a pendant. It’s what we humans call a necklace. Jewelry. Stuff worn that isn’t to protect us, but stuff we like. We think is pretty, or somethin’ that holds special meaning to us.”

He explained, in easily digestible terms, just what that pendant was, and what it meant.

Twists came in three different forms. A single, a double and, in this case, a triple. It stood for the bond between two people-- lives, cultures, differences and similarities-- being intertwined. The bond, of course, would not fade. The twist was representative of that, for the twist had no end, of beginning; just an ever looping shape, from top to bottom, and back again. It was a vow of many things: friendship, bonds, family or even love.

“This one, being it’s a triple... it puts emphasis on the joining of people, cultures and lives part. I figured,” he added, after a delicate pause, “seein’ as you’re from the sea, and I’m from the land, and that we’re different cultures and people... this would be the better version of a pikorua to make you.”

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The Token

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A soft smile crept upon the mer’s lips as minnows and guppies nipped at his fins. They dangled below at the shallow pool of saltwater, and he sat on the dunes that stretched out over the water. It started to make the shape of a cave, after years of storms and erosion. Like a cliff that was safe enough to jump off of and splash into the wading pool below without breaking a bone. Unlike a certain someone.

He felt a blush rapidly cover his cheeks. Ah yes, the someone that which brought a widened smile to his face. The someone that came into his life and rocked his world. Turned it upside down and inside out. A shiver went up his spine. Rangi.

The sun was starting to set in the distance. The perfect time to catch the rays on the west coast was always at sundown. Warm streaks of color reflected on the water. The sun danced on the surface of the waves. Below, filtered light penetrated the hidden shadows of the ocean. It was a sight only the brave could see. 

Rangi wanted to see him, said he “has something to give him.” Marius was happy enough to just be with him, regardless of a gift. But he agreed to meet with him anyway. Now, he was waiting for him. What was that popular expression? “Butterflies in my stomach?” He felt like the butterflies were fluttering in his gut. His heart was giddy, light and fast. A slight, warm breeze rustled through the grass on the dunes. The reeds tickled his skin as they pecked and poked him. A completely different sensation from sea grass, he noted.

Those butterflies needed to be soothed soon. He couldn’t wait any longer for the sniper. It wasn’t an angry type of impatient. It was more like a can’t-wait-to-see-you-again feeling. He couldn’t wait to see that bright smile, those wild locks, those intense eyes. Perhaps his emotions were beginning to get rowdy. Marius nodded to himself. He took a deep breath, and let those butterflies go. 

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It didn’t take long for a call of greeting to drift over those dunes, speckled with the reedy grass. It sounded joyful, so full of mirth and delight that one could clearly feel the excitement resonating from those few words cried out.

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At the sound of his name being called, he stopped in his movements and a huge smile was plastered on his face. He knew that voice. Marius picked his head up and sat up straight to strain himself to see over the mass amounts of grass. He looked in the direction it came from and found the man he was waiting for. 

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“Lil’ fishes, huh? They’re curious little things. Always seeing what’s food.”

Owen was an expert when it came to that. Back home, he used to swim the ocean in his pastime, exploring alongside the fishes in the reefs. He spent time studying them in their habitat. Of course, some of that information came in handy whenever he went fishing (mostly spearfishing, he enjoyed that), but mostly he just enjoyed being in the ocean, swimming with the fish. It was a peaceful thing to do, and he could easily leave his troubles on the shore.

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At last, his fins were free from the curious little fellow. Marius was indeed grateful, as he uttered a “thank you” while Owen slowly trotted to the water to release the guppy.

The last time, which was also the first time they met, wasn’t such a happy moment. If Owen hadn’t been there that day, there’s no telling exactly what could’ve happened. Could’ve bled out, could’ve gotten an infection, could’ve been attacked from another animal, every scenario progressively worse than the last. Marius owes him his life, and he would gladly repay it.

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“Ha! I see you’re curious!”

Curious, or nervous. Owen still wasn’t used to reading Marius’s body language. Then again, he didn’t really think merman actually existed. Sure, there was lore and legend about the children of Ikatere, and all the denizens down in the deep, deep sea. And there were some tales about creatures with, well, tails that weren’t entirely fish, but something else as well.

Merman were still very new to him. And while Marius could tell him what he felt with his face, when it came to twitching or splayed fins, he could only glean as much information as possible.

He motioned, quietly, for the Mer to come a little closer. Just a bit. Didn’t need to be real close. He just needed him close enough for him to put something around his neck.

“Now, close your eyes,” he murmured, hand back in his pocket and closing in around the special object, “and no peeking! If you peek, I’ll know.”

Of course, if Marius peeked, he wouldn’t be too made. A part of him realized, back during the first meeting, that Marius had the innocent soul of a child in wonder. In awe of the world around him, eyes wide and bright. So if curiosity got the better of him, and he happened to sneak a peek before the presentation was done... nah, he’d never be mad.

Waiting for Marius to close his eyes, he felt a swelling of pride over the thought of his own craftsmanship. He was bursting with excitement. He wondered if the mer would like it?

Slipping out the merman’s present from his pocket, Owen took the moment to unclasp the secure hook of the necklace. Indeed, it was a necklace. Handmade, with materials specially picked out by him. He had scrutinized over what to use, and if it were the right quality.

As he fastened the clasp once more, he sat back to admire his hard work. Around Marius’s neck was a one-of-a-kind necklace. The chord was not a typical chord used for a necklace-- like leather, or chain. No, that would get soggy and rot, or rust, in the water. Especially salt water. He used a tough, hardy sort of chord often used by sailors and fishermen for fishnets. He hoped Marius wouldn’t take offense to that, but he knew the material could take the water, and wouldn’t hold the pendant down by its sheer weight, potentially choking him with it.

The pendant itself was caved from bone and polished smooth, adorned and decorated with minute details. It was a curving shape, twisted over itself thrice, with a bigger, and rounder bottom, and a smaller, and more pointed off, top. It was a loop; a strange symbolic thing that was, more or less, unidentifiable to the mer.

Along with the pendant, there were what looked to be small beads of pumice and rounded, polished sea-glass on either side. The pumice was, indeed, pure lava rock from somewhere, some place. In all actuality, he had them shipped out (by his parents, bless their souls) from his homeland. A piece of his home, and, of course, with the bone carved pendant... a piece of Marius’s home.

“There we go.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked proud of his accomplishment. “You can open your eyes!”

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He was upon her, his eyes aflame with rage and his body coursing with rampaging adrenaline.

He had come upon her so quickly, so quietly, that one could easily imagine him being a Spy, not a Sniper. Thought Snipers were prized for their ability to keep low, keep silent, and to keep out of sight... this man brought it to a whole new level. He had perfected the art. Silence had become him.

His own bow had been abandoned, for as Theresa raised her rifle in an attempt to block, Owen went for another weapon, another chosen method of combat. Pulling the Wahaika from its holster, he bellowed out with a roar of his own. It was a battle cry; one that he often cried out mere seconds before clubbing someone’s head in during a scheduled skirmish.

In a quick, downward slashing motion, he brought his Wahaika down upon her rifle, catching it right in the curved in crook of the club. It snagged at her rifle, serving its purpose exactly as it should have.

The Wahaika was a weapon not only meant for clubbing in the heads of a warrior’s enemies, but to also catch and snag at the weapons of said enemies. The curved in notch was clearly defined in its purpose: it was made to disarm.

And an attempt at disarming, indeed. Owen made a violent jerking motion with his Wahaika, hoping to disarm Theresa, leaving her to rely on only her melee weaponry. He was a Sniper, of course, but he excelled at hand-to-hand combat.

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Oh, another Sniper. Looks to be a RED one, but Owen isn’t entirely sure. Lack of any proper sleep can play tricks on one’s mind.

Cracking a slight grin, he nods his head in an undeniable form of greeting. Amicable enough. “Kira ora! You’re a face I haven’t met yet. You’re a RED, right?”

Better to make sure what team this guy was on, and whether or not he was hostile company outside of a battle.

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The Token

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A soft smile crept upon the mer’s lips as minnows and guppies nipped at his fins. They dangled below at the shallow pool of saltwater, and he sat on the dunes that stretched out over the water. It started to make the shape of a cave, after years of storms and erosion. Like a cliff that was safe enough to jump off of and splash into the wading pool below without breaking a bone. Unlike a certain someone.

He felt a blush rapidly cover his cheeks. Ah yes, the someone that which brought a widened smile to his face. The someone that came into his life and rocked his world. Turned it upside down and inside out. A shiver went up his spine. Rangi.

The sun was starting to set in the distance. The perfect time to catch the rays on the west coast was always at sundown. Warm streaks of color reflected on the water. The sun danced on the surface of the waves. Below, filtered light penetrated the hidden shadows of the ocean. It was a sight only the brave could see. 

Rangi wanted to see him, said he “has something to give him.” Marius was happy enough to just be with him, regardless of a gift. But he agreed to meet with him anyway. Now, he was waiting for him. What was that popular expression? “Butterflies in my stomach?” He felt like the butterflies were fluttering in his gut. His heart was giddy, light and fast. A slight, warm breeze rustled through the grass on the dunes. The reeds tickled his skin as they pecked and poked him. A completely different sensation from sea grass, he noted.

Those butterflies needed to be soothed soon. He couldn’t wait any longer for the sniper. It wasn’t an angry type of impatient. It was more like a can’t-wait-to-see-you-again feeling. He couldn’t wait to see that bright smile, those wild locks, those intense eyes. Perhaps his emotions were beginning to get rowdy. Marius nodded to himself. He took a deep breath, and let those butterflies go. 

[bonecarvedquiver]

It didn’t take long for a call of greeting to drift over those dunes, speckled with the reedy grass. It sounded joyful, so full of mirth and delight that one could clearly feel the excitement resonating from those few words cried out.

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At the sound of his name being called, he stopped in his movements and a huge smile was plastered on his face. He knew that voice. Marius picked his head up and sat up straight to strain himself to see over the mass amounts of grass. He looked in the direction it came from and found the man he was waiting for. 

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“Lil’ fishes, huh? They’re curious little things. Always seeing what’s food.”

Owen was an expert when it came to that. Back home, he used to swim the ocean in his pastime, exploring alongside the fishes in the reefs. He spent time studying them in their habitat. Of course, some of that information came in handy whenever he went fishing (mostly spearfishing, he enjoyed that), but mostly he just enjoyed being in the ocean, swimming with the fish. It was a peaceful thing to do, and he could easily leave his troubles on the shore.

He looked happy and healthy, as usual. Owen always seemed to glow in the sunlight. Or maybe he just glowed in general. The brazen Māori never seemed to stop; he was always in motion, always doing something. He had energy and life to him, especially today, of all days.

This time he was wearing casual clothing. No uniform, nothing too constricting. Shorts, basically that. When out in the sun, out on the beach, the shore, or by the ocean... Owen liked not having clothes constrict him. Easier to move around with, easier to swim with.

The only thing he made sure to have on him was his hei matau, nestled right against his breastbone.

Slowing down upon reaching him, Owen went around to the mer’s fin. Ah, yup. That was a guppy alright. Voracious, brave little cuss, that it was. It was currently clamped on so tightly to Marius’s fin, the poor mer couldn’t seem to dislodge it.

He knelt down beside the wriggling guppy and, gingerly, with a surprising amount of tenderness and care he freed the guppy from the mer’s apparently appetizing looking tail. Cupping the thrashing, panicking fish in his hands, he moved over to the water. His movements were slow and calm, as if not to warrant more of the fish’s panicking.

Crouching, he let his cupped hands dip down into the water. With a frenzied flap of its tail, the guppy registered water and, with a burst of speed, escaped the confines of the man’s hands.

“There we go,” he murmured, partially to himself. “Poor lil’ guy. Got scared there for a moment.” Standing up again, he turned towards the mer and, with an infectious smile, felt a wave of satisfaction in knowing Marius no longer hurt from that awful, lacerating wound. Maybe he had truly helped the mer heal from that ordeal. “I was hopin’ things would get better, peara. I mean, the last time I saw you... of course, you looked better. But you never know.”

Settling down beside the mer, he couldn’t help but, like a child, run his fingers over the blades of grass. It felt good to have the sun on his back and the sea-salt breeze on his face. It smelled fresh here. It smelled... like home here. Not quite, of course. But close enough.

“Hmm, āe? Ah, yea. I’m doin’ well. Been keeping busy, actually. Getting back into my crafts, trying to make a few things for my folks to sell. Like today! Spent the arvo just makin’ a few things for them to sell to the tourists.” He jerked his head towards the makeshift came, far away. “Tourists just eat up the shells, and the jewelry, and the carvings and any pretty little bauble. They think it’s ‘exotic’ and ‘exciting’ to take something home. Guess they want to take a piece of us home, but they can’t truly do that. At least my folks get money from it.”

A thought flitted across his mind, and he checked something. Quietly he patted the pocket of his shorts. As if to check if something were still there.

Flashing the mer a smile, he added, in a rather coy tone, “yea. Been makin’ lots of stuff. Including something for you.”

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The Token

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A soft smile crept upon the mer’s lips as minnows and guppies nipped at his fins. They dangled below at the shallow pool of saltwater, and he sat on the dunes that stretched out over the water. It started to make the shape of a cave, after years of storms and erosion. Like a cliff that was safe enough to jump off of and splash into the wading pool below without breaking a bone. Unlike a certain someone.

He felt a blush rapidly cover his cheeks. Ah yes, the someone that which brought a widened smile to his face. The someone that came into his life and rocked his world. Turned it upside down and inside out. A shiver went up his spine. Rangi.

The sun was starting to set in the distance. The perfect time to catch the rays on the west coast was always at sundown. Warm streaks of color reflected on the water. The sun danced on the surface of the waves. Below, filtered light penetrated the hidden shadows of the ocean. It was a sight only the brave could see. 

Rangi wanted to see him, said he “has something to give him.” Marius was happy enough to just be with him, regardless of a gift. But he agreed to meet with him anyway. Now, he was waiting for him. What was that popular expression? “Butterflies in my stomach?” He felt like the butterflies were fluttering in his gut. His heart was giddy, light and fast. A slight, warm breeze rustled through the grass on the dunes. The reeds tickled his skin as they pecked and poked him. A completely different sensation from sea grass, he noted.

Those butterflies needed to be soothed soon. He couldn’t wait any longer for the sniper. It wasn’t an angry type of impatient. It was more like a can’t-wait-to-see-you-again feeling. He couldn’t wait to see that bright smile, those wild locks, those intense eyes. Perhaps his emotions were beginning to get rowdy. Marius nodded to himself. He took a deep breath, and let those butterflies go. 

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It didn’t take long for a call of greeting to drift over those dunes, speckled with the reedy grass. It sounded joyful, so full of mirth and delight that one could clearly feel the excitement resonating from those few words cried out.

“Marius! Tēnā koe e hoa!”

The sniper made his way from one dune to another. Seems he had arrived at the wrong spot but, thankfully, had seen the mer emerge from the water. He had a keen eye. Always had. Nothing escaped him. Aware and alert with the world at all times, he was like a hawk, waiting for something to move, something to breath, something to emerge from it’s hiding spot so he could shoot it.

Not that he’d shoot Marius. Oh, no. He never would.

He rushed over with the excitement only he could bring forth. He was like a kid deep down. He was honest about showing how he felt. Happy, and boisterous one moment, or stony and suddenly silent the next. He didn’t believe in any sort of perceived concept of masculinity that stated he had to be the strong and silent time at all times. That was boring. But... sometimes came on too strong. And sometimes he didn’t come on strong enough.

Right now, he was filled with an unbridled sense of joy at the mere sight of the mer.

A little far off, if Marius peered over yonder by the far grassier plot of land, right off the shoreline... he’d see a base camp. A little tent, erected in order to keep the sun out, and the remains of a small camp. Had the guy stayed there overnight? Or had he done that in order to wait for the mer’s arrival? Something to pass the time?

He reached the mer, finding it rather easy to move across the sand. After all, he grew up on the shores and cliffsides of New Zealand. Terrain like this? Easy to transverse. Some people tripped up on the sand, not used to running on it. But to him it was as natural as breathing in air.

“You came,” he said, a great, big smile forming. “Was gettin’ a little worried something happened. Like... another blade.”

Ah. The mer’s injury. Quickly he glanced towards the mer’s side, as if worried he’d see that gaping, gory gash once more lacerating him. He held his breath for a moment, but released it in a calm, thin stream. No. Marius was alright. Alright physically, at least. He wasn’t sure about mentally, or emotionally. He looked happy, but he wouldn’t jump to conclusions.

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A satisfied smirk spread across the lips of the sniper. His arrow hit solid and true. The rock bounced a little from the resounding force of being struck, hard, by that carved arrowhead. He made all of his arrows. He made them, balanced them, carved the heads from solid, sturdy stone and flint. He trusted his arrows to do the job, and this one-- though it didn’t quite hit his target-- it did the job in showing his opponent what kind of sniper he was.

He was wild. He was unpredictable. He relied on his senses, his intuition, and his reflexes.

He knew that it had been a trap on her part. A way to wheedle the rat out of his little hideyhole. But he wasn’t a rat. He was a bird of prey that stalked the rats, the rodents, the vermin from high above in the sky. He ensnared his victims in his claws... and ripped.

That being a trap, he knew she’d respond in kind. She probably expected him to emerge. Though he didn’t, he did reveal his general location. And that, in itself, was the one thing a sniper did not want to do.

Keeping low to the ground in a crouch, he moved along his area, along the wall, keeping his breathing hushed and his nerves steeled. She was a crafty little thing. A bird of prey herself. Instead of brute strength, she used displays of trickery to lure out her prey.

CA-RACK!

The erupted force of sound heralded the retort of gunfire from his opponent. He smelled the gunpowder on the breeze as he hurriedly ducked to the side. He winced. A stinging sensation sliced through his skin, blood blossoming, like a sinister flower, spreading through the fabric of his coat.

A graze. His shoulder had been grazed. Fair enough.

But now she had drawn blood. Now she had injured him. She had weakened his body. She had struck out at him and connected.

His satisfied smirk twisted into a sinister snarl. His dark eyes seemed to grow darker, more predatory in its gaze. His nostrils flared in rage, a wisp of smoke escaping his lips as he exhaled his breath into the frigid air.

She had just poked at a bull, enraging it.

With a grunt he rose to his feet. He was a blur of motion. Footfalls quick and soft, the sound almost nonexistent even as he crunched through snow. She had given away her location. She had given away her location. She had given away her location.

Perhaps she didn’t expect this. Perhaps she wouldn’t. Perhaps she did. But an enraged man, furious, moving quickly and soundlessly towards the target, instead of hiding away to get a shot back in return...

He was a bull charging.

It had been a few days since his Wahaika had been liberally splattered with the visceral gore of his enemies. Oh, how he longed to have it dirtied once more.

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If you are okay with roleplaying with multiples of the same muse? I know there are some popular characters out there that people are going to relate with. I see some people refusing to roleplay multiples of the same muse. I’ve come to learn that each take on a muse is different and I like seeing different interpretations on a popular muse. So please reblog this if you are totally cool with interacting with multiple rpers with the same muse. 

Note: Each interpretation is a muns own vision and therefore muses should not be compared and criticized. Thank you for understanding. 

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