WHITE FANG.

ADAM TAURUS. AFFILIATED WITH ISOLA RADIALE

[lunarwilt-blog]

6′4. big bull energy.

[khantrarytobullief]

Bullfighting is disgusting, but maybe acceptable if it has red hair and wears a mask

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@lunarwilt

The ‘lower levels’ as soon as she had seen the pamphlet this was a place she wanted to check out. Often the best way to judge a government and its city was by how they treated the poorest common denominator. Sure enough while the rest of the city was happy and thriving the people down here were of a different mind.

Their clothes, the buildings, everything is in poorer shape, albeit they still look somewhat happy of their own accord- they always do when they don’t know what its like to have more.

And then her breath is caught in her throat, a pause almost instinctively she wants to move to hide as she sees that red hair- those horns. The man who betrayed her- killed her- at least she thinks he did, the afterlife or whatever this was she hadn’t entirely decided on yet.

She can’t say she’s actually waited for this day, longed for it- because she hasn’t. As far as she’s concerned it’s been less than a day, since it happened. She’s only been in this place for several hours and yet something drew her here, to this particular Faunus.

The one who supported her all those years, the one she fought with, laughed with, cried with …They didn’t die together though, in fact when his blade pierced her stomach. She didn’t know what to feel- she didn’t have much time to think about it, really.

Were she ten years younger she might have just charged him down now, struck at him with everything she had. But that would be the foolish thing to do- as angry as she was at gut wrenching as this pain was. If she wasn’t careful she’d tear into her own skin.

There’s no reason to act rash now, introduce herself, judge his reaction, plan accordingly. Just call out to him, if he reacts violently then … So be it. This time she wouldn’t be caught unaware.

“Adam!” Her voice is cheery- she’s a little surprised she can even talk like that, it makes her feel sick. “I don’t believe it- you were brought here too? I only just arrived… I don’t know by what means these humans used to accomplish that but I can’t say I’m happy about it.”

She pauses, long enough to give him a friendly smile. “Although it seems even worlds a part we’re still able to find a way to each other, maybe it’s something like fate?” That’s right, if this was fate that she run into him again, she won’t let the routine repeat here.

Things were moving slowly. That was bound to be natural, given the fact that things were very much new and developing, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to feel frustration. In fact, it seemed to be the most common emotion, as of late. A burning, endless fury to twin it. He wanted to do everything. He had plans, plans bigger than just himself. But Salem was not there, neither were her lackeys, save for Roman if he even could count at all. It was Chess but with a different board, and that led to frustrations of a new calibre. He was restless, that was the true root of it.

A great deal of time was invested in connections. It was a despicable thing really, to place the idea of ‘friendship’ on the table with mankind. It did not matter where they were; some mysterious island he’d never heard of before, or back home. He never could never trust a human. He dealt his deals with cold, unfeeling words. No smiles, not even a handshake if he could help it. It was a firm, detached type of business and it suited him fine. Whatever worked. Whatever got the job done. 

He’d been on his way back to meet up with the closest thing to an ally he could call ( even that word is a vast stretch of the truth however ) when a voice catches him off-guard. It’s not a voice he had forgotten, but it certainly hadn’t been one he’d hoped or even expected to hear. It cuts through him like a blade and the wooden replica of his own is revealed and brought up in a defensive pose. “ Sienna... “ But...her tone is noticeably not what he would expect. For a moment he said nothing at all. Adam, frozen within a confused stance, unsure how... exactly to react, remains defensive even still. 

The tone, the way she approached him, it all seemed so reminiscent of a different and more peaceful time, a world away from their last meeting which saw her blood stain his blade and her seat become his property. But he was hardly about to ease up. What if it was a ploy? What if this was... some type of sleep-deprived mirage? He stepped back, pulling the sword down so that the wooden tip dug into the concrete. Despite the mask upon his face, that expression of shock was hard to conceal away. His mouth hung open, before he swallowed and decided to test her. It would be easy enough. 

“ You’re looking well. “ 

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“ because i know something you don’t know. ”

SENTENCE STARTER

The gloved hand balled into a tight fist of irritation. “Is that right?” His attempts to sound calm, to sound reasonable, are as rare as his admittance to defeat. whatever Sienna claimed to know, whatever she thought she could do, who was she now? Who was she here? Adam’s jaw felt tight with the strain and pressure, but he had yet to yield. Stubborn to a fault, there was little doubt that he ever would surrender. 

He took to pacing, circling her, as if she was caught within the metallic centre of his trap. The blade still within his grip, were she to make a move it would most certainly end with a stripe of blood across the alley floor. 

“Well, go on. What don’t I know? Unless you intend to take it to the grave.” What was the point in asking her at all? It was bait, as plain as the eye could see, and yet he decided to take that chance. Did she fear him? Did she intend to lower his guard and wait for just the right moment to strike? He didn’t hesitate, nor loosen his stance. He continued pacing. Pacing, pacing... before pausing a few feet ahead of her where, from behind his mask, he fixed her with a glaring expression.

“You’re wasting my time. I don’t need you, Sienna. You’ve lost sight of your goal, of the true meaning of justice.” He sheathed the blade. “I’m no longer interested in what you have to say. Whilst you were always talking, it was I who brought about the change. I who fought for our justice, what we deserved. Whatever you say now will only be further disappointment, I’m sure.”

And with that, he turned his back. She could have struck him. An easy blow between the strong shoulder blades. A knife right through the heart. A rope around the neck. But he left. He walked on, the sound of his shoes echoing between the brick walls as he went. 

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“ enough of that. ”

SENTENCE STARTER

As it often did when he felt as though he had the upper hand, Adam’s smirk returned to his face. “Tired already? Don’t tell me you’re through.” It did not matter that he too was exhaling hard; the rise and fall of his chest beneath the black ensemble he wore a noticeable sign that even for him this was a taxing affair. But he wasn’t the type to simply stop. The blade spun within his grip before he arched it towards the Schnee, stance poised for whatever attack he decided to launch next. 

She seemed almost through. Was it the vigorous back and forth of blade upon blade, or perhaps the verbal lashing that did her in? She was pathetic, either way. A glamorous human, but within the tatters of her outfit and the wiry unravelling of her hair proved that she was far from pristine. She was wilder now. It was almost ironic. 

“Well I’m not finished with you. With any of you.” And so he charged forth, blade swinging to catch her in her moment of breath-catching. She moved, but not quick enough. A deep gash caught her elbow but she did not cry out in pain. Not in the way he had wanted to hear. He slipped past her and dug his heel into the earth, gritting his teeth. 

“How long do you think you can keep this up? Don’t you get it; you’re going to die!”

[amettriine]

rwby art challenge day 6: favorite antagonist

does he count??? i want to see him again

[leneemusing]

⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

“  you  mock  my  pain!  ”  “  life  is  pain.  ” “  he’s  only  mostly  dead.  ” “  i’m on  the  brute  squad.  ” “  you  are  the  brute  squad.  ” “  prepare  to  die.  ” “  we’ll  never  survive.  ” “  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ” “  who  are  you?  ” “  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” “  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” “  i’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to  understand,  you  warthog  faced  buffoon.  ” “  that  may  be  the  first  time  in  my  life  a  man  dared  insult  me.  ” “  drop.  your.  sword.  ” “  shut  up!!  ”   “  you’ve  made  your  decision  then?  ” “  i  bet  my  life  on  it!  ” “  truly,  you  have  dizzying  intellect.  ” “  you’re  just  stalling  now.  ” “  you  guessed  wrong.  ” “  enough  of  that.  ”  “  surrender.  ” “  you  mean  you  wish  to  surrender  to  me?  very  well,  i  accept.  ” “  i  hate  waiting.  ” “  morons.  ” “  you  are  wonderful.  ” “  you  seem  a  decent  fellow,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” “  because  i  know  something  you  don’t  know.  ” “  goodnight.  good  work.  i’ll  most  likely  kill  you  in  the  morning.  ” “  oh,  there’s  something  i  ought  to  tell  you.  ” “  think  it’ll  work?  ” “  it  would  take  miracle.  ” “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” “  this  is  true  love,  you  think  this  happens  every  day?  ” “  death  cannot  stop  true  love.  ” “  i  died  that  day.  ” “  we  may  as  well  die  here.  ” “  he’s  dead.  he  can’t  talk.  ”   “  as  you  wish.  ”   “  why  didn’t  you  wait  for  me?  ”   “  you  can  die  slowly,  cut  into  a  thousand  pieces.  ” “  you  killed  my  love.  ” “  it’s  possible. i  kill  a  lot  of  people.  ”   “  yes,  you’re  very  smart.  shut  up.  ”   “  you’ve  been  mostly-dead  all  day.  ”  “  inconceivable!!  ”  “  let  me  explain.  ”   “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” “  what  hideous  sin  have  you  committed  lately?  ” “  will  you  ever  forgive  me?  ” “  there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours.  ”  

[lunarwilt-blog]

Oof. Hope she doesn’t want her seat back. I’m comfy.

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If there was ever a fitting atmosphere for the mood, this was to be the definite example.

Overhead rolled cloud after cloud, a tropical storm approaching as the quiet evening night sky began to shift into a greyer, murkier tone. The stars disappeared from view as the rain began to pour, the relentless lashing of late summer downpours beat against the concrete sidewalks. Somewhere in the distance a low growl shook the heavens before a burst of light illuminated the silver heavens. Like veins of fire, ripping through the night before it fell dark once again.

The anger was fresh, a still-raging feeling wild enough to daze and confuse him, but Adam staggered on. This place... this time... This wasn’t right. The island, the water... it was all too much. Too fast. Pained grunts forced their way past grit teeth as he swayed into the rain-soaked light of the parking lot, slamming a gloved fist against an abandoned car’s windshield. The siren blared, but he felt deaf to it. On and on the sound went even after Adam lifted the weight from it and staggered on, heaving and growling in pain as every step ached him entirely. 

Perhaps some part of him believed that if he kept moving, kept walking forward, he’d see the lights of Haven Academy, blurred through the onslaught of rain.

But he wasn’t that lucky. Instead, something of an omen appeared in the distance, pressing her weight against the glass panel of the door as she stepped out into the rain. Whether or not she had known he was there, he didn’t know. To see her at all.. it was maddening. A furious raging flame burst into life within him regardless, Adam pressing the mask to his face before dragging himself closer. Even half-winded, soaked to the extreme with his coat glued to his back and his hair damp and rugged against his scalp, he did not stop. 

“BLAKE!”

The roar echoed even above the clatter of rain against the car roofs, even louder than the running streams of puddle-water making their escape into the drains. Adam charged forward, the reserved strength he had held so tightly onto in case he had been required to defend himself suddenly activated as he ran at her, the wooden blade unsheathed and poised to cut her into pieces. Or at least, it might have done, had it not been such a flimsy replica of the real thing.

“YOU... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

@rozmaity

[lunarwilt-blog]

bloodysummoning‌:

There was no longer a need for remaining obscured. His answer was the sort DIO found to be satisfactory, and with such satisfaction came need for his reward. Merely a look upon his visage would do, for now━ but a test would be needed to gauge if this man was truly worthy of taking a spot by his side. The closer the other moved, the more that would be revealed: the tall, perfected figure of DIO himself, smiling graciously at his evening guest and his heinous deeds.

It was unusual to have to test a new recruit so… indirectly. He could not be sure that anyone he met was at the height of their power. It was easy to assume not━ this man he had not heard of, had not seen, was stalking the night much akin to DIO’s own likeness. No demonstration of any supernatural ability, and no traces of any form of Stand. Simply put, he would only be able to ask. Whether it was truth or lie would be made clear enough in due time.

“ Hm. Hm. Brave enough to approach me, DIO, are you? Even though I have stood, cloaked in shadow, above the fragments of innocent flesh and bone, You do not fear me? Truly admirable, indeed. ”

Few were ever so bold as to approach him without a second thought. The few that did certainly earned some of DIO’s favor. If they were found unafraid to face with their certain death, what else would they possibly fear? The audacity was amusing; it made for excellent subordinates. 

“ Very well. If you do not hold any fear, take another step forward, and offer to me your name… along with your greatest desire. ”

Whether it was purpose, confidence, or sheer strength alone which saw the leader of the White Fang approach the shadow-clad figure, remained to be seen. Perhaps it was a vicious cocktail of it all; the fact that Adam had so little to lose in this foreign place, or that in fact he was destined to such a meeting. Or, and this being the most likely, he was recklessly proud. Proud to remain in range of a man quite clearly capable of crushing life in a heartbeat, as if this was something common and expected. 

Truly, he was more amazed by that power, than he was disturbed. It was potential personified, and as he looked up to meet the stranger’s eyes, from behind his mask his golden gaze stared. Fear? Fear had no place there. Fear and failure were twinning and damning threads of a weaker man, the type of man he willed himself to never become. Despite his still so fresh defeat, if you could call it such, he swelled with purpose. A man twice his size could not bear the weight of such intense drive. And thus, Adam shook his head, still wearing that smirk of his. No. He didn’t fear what the stranger could do, nor the things he had witnessed. 

He did, however, fear the failure of walking away without the man’s name and purpose.

“Some might consider fear and respect to be two separate pillars in a leader’s shadow.” He stepped forth on the man’s offer. “But me? I believe that without fear, without respect, we have no grip upon the world at all.” Another step. “No. I’m not afraid.” Honesty, as bold as it came. 

“My name is Adam. I am the High Leader of the White Fang.” He paused. His greatest desire, hm? It wasn’t just a desire though, was it? It was a burning, relentless goal. Something he not only craved, but something he deserved. “Justice. My greatest desire is justice. Even if it comes blood-stained, vengeful, maddening-- even if it comes with a war at my heel. Justice is my desire.” He takes the last step necessary, leaving only a slim space between the both of them. “And I have earned every bit of it.”

[lunarwilt-blog]

These were not peaceful times. No matter the grand visage of community, or even the vocal celebrations of the fact that most people got along without judgement, no world was yet free of their stigmas. For as long as humanity held the deck of cards, there would be far too many losers seated at the table. 

Demonstrations of this injustice are to be found anywhere, you must merely open your eyes to see it. In the side-eyed glances offered towards any who took the form of something unusual, something non-human. To the way that, even here, those with far more faunus-aligned traits were due to mask themselves, or face ridicule for their being. 

But that was due to change.

Walking alone, as per usual, far later at night than perhaps was safe, Adam sought to find a place of worth, somewhere large enough to hold a gathering but also not too close to the main strips. Across each ward he strode with only that purpose in mind, paying little attention to anything else. Sirens, laughter, the music of the summer festival... he ignored it all. Save for the screeching wheels of the police cars along the main road, that is. 

Eventually, he came to the dockside, or rather one of many. But this one seemed to be out of service currently, a sign loosely swinging overhead. But despite that, there were three people loitering. The closest was a tallish man, his muscular arms bare and illuminated by the light of the swinging lanterns. His fist was raised and when he spoke, he did so with a few short aggressive grunts. At his waist, for she could not reach any higher, was seemingly his partner; a thin wisp of a lady, her hair bouncing upon her shoulders. She called after her boyfriend, the voice high-pitched and grating upon the ears. The furthermost figure, only half covered by the light, was the far more impressing silhouette of the three. 

A wicked tail, an impressive length with its array of spiked scales and slates protruding from its thick centre, cast quite the shadow across the water. 

“Shit, it’s one of them feckin’ monsters from before. Get the fuck out before I carve off that tail of yours for a trophy, heh heh!”

“Yeah! You tell him Tony! Kill him! Maybe we’ll get a prize!”

It was a mere instinctual reaction. Before the beefy man could throw the first punch into the other’s face, Adam charged. That small knife from before made easy work of slitting his neck, ear to ear, before ripping across the woman’s chest. It all felt as quick as a heartbeat, Adam sliding across the wet concrete as the blood sprayed high into the night. Before finally passing, the man gargled out his final words, a choked “Ffffffuck you...” before he surrendered to his deserving death.

“Ironic.” Adam stepped over the still-dying body of the woman, to approach the target of that previous assault. “Calling you the monster. When from where I stand, the only monsters here were themselves.”

@righcuthach

[rosieberry]

my interest and thirst went from 0 to 11, really fast

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bloodysummoning‌:

The air in the alley seemed to freeze in an instant, left with almost no motion save for the last few gasps of a dying man, and the pooling of his blood. He was never going to make it, regardless of whether someone had intervened or not. 

In the dark, the other figure stirred slightly, but did not move forward. His face was near totally obscured by the evening’s shadow and the slight mists that it had brought along with it. Only after a few minutes did any response come from him. 

A slow build of … claps. With each one, he took a single step forward, pulling himself to the edge of the night where only his face remained obscured. He did not stop until his foot rested firmly on the man’s head━ whereupon it was crushed, brutally and without even a moment of hesitation. It had seemed as though it had barely taken him any strain at all to produce such unnatural force. 

Hand rested in hand, he opened his lips and began to speak; he was impressed by this other man’s cruelty, truly━ and though he appeared human, DIO had the feeling he was not at all as simple as his looks portrayed. With his other foot, he kicked the brutalized corpse to the other end of the alley, and approached but one step further. 

“ Well done.  You wield such a crude weapon with both great skill and strength. I have no doubt that you are well above even the most talented of your kin. ”

His pose and stance were completely open, as if he had no fear of the murderer before him. Once again, there was no movement. The man in the shadows merely stood, awaiting his response.

The violence of which that corpse was so casually tossed aside did little to inspire any true ‘human’ emotion from him. He eyed it as it rolled aside, now a mere prop in the scene of the night, the setting for the meeting which was suddenly taking place. Returning the knife to a safer place within his coat (after removing the last few stripes of blood from the metal of course) Adam took to studying the shadow-clad stranger’s face further. Still, he could see so little. But perhaps the same could have been said of his own masked visage.

“Hm.” Still, his guard was not yet lowered. Was it ever? He took his own step forward, blood splashing about the sole of his foot. “I have taught myself to become as strong as it is necessary.” And then some. “And my kin are indeed grateful for it.”

A hand far too used to clutching a real blade hovered closer to the hilt, but he resisted withdrawing. The applause had been enough to prompt curiosity, but it was the tone which had kept him rooted there. Curiosity was a mere starter course. 

“Your own strength seems unparalleled.” A smile, slight but certainly noticeable. A smirk to accompany the confidence which weaved alongside that tone of natural authority. “My help was unnecessary.” It was due to be a compliment, after all there was no point in playing ignorant to the elephant in the room. Instead, he walked closer, unafraid of shadows and their secrets.

“Yours is the kind of talent that I can appreciate.” Yes. That wonderful talent of crushing someone’s skull without a thought. Amazing.

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“Please... please...”

Such a grim but hollow cry. There was no mercy to be found; not in the stroke of the glimmering knife, nor in the posture of the wielder. He stood above the cowering stranger, eyes hidden behind his mask but almost certainly digging holes into the man’s face. It was enough to cause him to cower,to bring forth his hands and press them against his cheeks as tears dampened his skin. But it made no matter. It was a duty to him, to Adam, that such things were bound to happen. 

Really, it had been this stranger’s fault, daring to challenge him so carelessly in the street. 

“I don’t think so.”

Colder than the cruellest night. A quick lunge forward and the man soon slumped upon the rain-soaked earth. Droplets continued to fall, even after the man’s chest stilled for the final time, his heartbeat thudding softly into nothing. The rain was a welcome sight. It never quite cleared away all of that deep, vengeful red, but it certainly did a good job at diluting it. The river of crimson knocked against Adam’s shoe and he stepped back, watching the trail snake itself into the drain along with the murky water. 

A flick of the knife saw the majority of the man’s blood splatter against the sidewalk, but a great deal still clung desperately to it. A tissue from his pocket soon saw to that. Now this... this was much better than that wooden thing. This had weight, this was deadlier at a smaller cost. Of course, he was trained enough in his swordplay that even the wooden stick he had received was capable of many things, but it was hardly a threatening force.

It was more akin to a tutor’s example, than a weapon capable of changing social tides.

Heeled footsteps echoed amongst the rain, causing Adam to return to full height and turn his head slightly towards the end of the street. They just didn’t learn. He had no qualms with silencing those who may just contact the police, after all it was not as though they could catch him. If an example was to be made, then so be it. 

“I had so wished to be finished here tonight.” He turned fully, catching only the white of the hair beneath the dim streetlamp. “But if you insist—”

@vereisten

[lunarwilt-blog]

The night was still so young. Naturally, he was never the only person traversing the streets of the vast city, but he scarcely came across anyone along his travels. Where did he intend to stop? Nowhere, yet. It was far more aligned with a mere scouting mission than something with definite purpose. Already having committed himself to not one but three mercy killings thus far, Adam seemed to have abandoned his previous discussion notion with Roman about remaining off-grid. It was fury’s fault. Rage. It bubbled within him and threatened to overflow like a cracked dam. And damn, was he restraining himself. 

He paused when he reached the back of the library. Leaning against the cold wall, he exhaled a somewhat shaken breath. No matter how fast he ran, the city seemed to just continue opening up. His thoughts seemed to cling as tightly as they could. He could not escape any of it. He was indeed bound to the mercy, or rather cruelty, of the city before him. A harsh reality he still had yet to fully wake from. 

Some time passed and he decided it was due time to move on. Perhaps find Roman, if possible. It was vital that they remained updated. Already Adam himself had learned a fair few things, of who may or may not be present with them, that having their tools and powers taken was something of a rite of passage here. Either way, he straightened himself up to leave.

But he did not. 

Instead of turning on his heel and returning on his nighttime venture through the city, he was drawn to a commotion a few yards in the opposing alley way. The shade of the shadows was seemingly on his side, as whoever the strangers were across the way, they had yet to spy the lurking faunus. But he didn’t intend to keep his presence a secret for long. He drew closer, soon able to make out the frame of a wimpy, thin stick of a man, cowering beneath the stature of a much larger, far more impressive type. 

However, before Adam could quite grasp the events transpiring there, the slender man began to run. He leapt upon his heels and darted towards the exit of the alleyway, a beeline for where Adam stood waiting in the shadows. It took only a moment, just the fraction of a second, for Adam to catch the man off-guard, fresh-obtained dagger in hand before he embedded the blade within one of those wailing arms. Tearing the skin clean from the limb, Adam moved beneath the light of the streetlamp, moving aside as the man stumbled and fell, gasping in pain as he collapsed against the concrete. 

“Was it worth it?” He asked the dying man, not truly expecting much of a response. 

@bloodysummoning

[lunarwilt-blog]

Blood had already been spilt. Whether they knew it or not, the people of Spirale were only beginning to endure the wrath that would soon wash over them, the fury and the madness that would come like waves lashing against the shore. It was impending, the justice sought after the beaten, the rights claimed by those who were exhausted of living not only second-best, but had remained subdued across worlds. 

That was what the fight was intended for, this noble cause that none other could create. None other could hoist upon his shoulders. Already, the island was slowly starting to learn of it. Hour by hour, the dusk crept closer.

But when the true nightfall came and the land darkened, spawning many shadows across the cityscape, the world didn’t cower. Not yet. Instead, the nightlife bustled. People turned in for the night whilst others finally rose. Adam followed suit, rising with the setting of the sun until the sky was but a crimson canvas smeared with bloody streaks. 

Eventually the darkness of midnight came and the majority of the people within the city were soon on their way to rest. But not Adam. He leapt, roof-top to roof-top, mocked by the absence of all that he had earned, all that he had forged for himself in Remnant. There was still quite a great deal to uncover within the city itself; how it worked, who ran it, both from a government position but also in a social and influential sense. Roman had claimed to be seeing to that side of things, however, which left Adam with the far more brutal task of securing the mark of the White Fang upon Spirale. 

One way or another, he was absolute in seeing it done.

The sound of scuffled feet caught his ear. 

He turned and sure enough, he could make out the shadow-clad figure of a meek stranger, clasping a camera within his hand. FLASH. The camera pinged as the picture was taken, but in a heartbeat Adam descended upon them, knocking the camera to the floor and crushing it beneath his boot. 

“Who do you work for?” He growled, the wooden sword unsheathed to pin at the man’s neck. He sobbed in response, claiming no alliance to anything at all. But it wasn’t good enough. 

Adam offered no words of apology. No remorse to be heard nor seen. Not even some quip about the wrong place, wrong time. The human’s neck severed by the freshly-filed length of the wooden blade. Blood soaked it, rolling down the flat edge until Adam flicked the loose droplets aside. There was no getting out that crimson. He had almost turned and left, returning the sword to the scabbard and facing the empty street beyond, but something caught his eye. 

Beside the smashed camera, the glint of a silver knife reflected the moonlight above. Such a small thing, had it truly been intended to defend this stranger? Adam stooped to retrieve it, pocketing it before finally turning and sprinting off, the bloody splatter upon the wall above the body shaped into something that would only become distinguishable in the harsh light of day. 

[ueeyasu]

red mitsunari

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artificist‌:

@lunarwilt

“Curious. You seem to be teeming with magic, yet none of the things you carry suggest arcane power.” Abjurative from the looks of it. “… Apologies, I got curious.”

⚙️ - It was worth noting that her ears were more poiinted than that of a normal human’s. 

“Hm.” Disturbed from his prior thoughts, he turned only enough to catch sight of the speaker— ears and all. Despite whatever company came to approach him, he was not yet comfortable enough to release his grip from the handle of his blade with one of his hands, whilst the other remained clenched tight within a strained fist.

“Be careful with that curiosity.” Oh, how kind. Some wisdom for a stranger. “It’ll be the death of you, if you’re not wary.” ... Ah. “How are you able to detect such a thing?”