A howling wind sweeps through a wrecked house. The walls of the house were scourched as if by a fire, windows are broken and part of the roman pillars in the entree way were cracked and shattered. What could be in a runned down place like this?
Running from out of the house came a boy. He looked no older then 16. Following behind him were enraged beasts. They busted through walls, through the stone roman pillars chasing the teen. Gray skinned and flaring red eyes with sloppy drooling mouths... Something had pissed these guys off.
The boy turned around, wipping the hair that normally covered one eye away and flicked his katana from his sheath. Dropping something he charges head-on with the crazed demons. He leaps through the air peircing one in the chest and flinging it sideways off of his blade and hurtling into another.
After just a few minutes the teen took a cloth fromhis pocket and wided the red liquid from his blade. Pushing it back into his succbard he turned and continued walking the way he has ran, Picking up a dagger from the ground. It was white and glowing.
The following night the moon waxed full. By the main entrance to a market place was the teen. Cars parked and people walked through examining the items on display. Hardly anyone stopped to look even at the boy. He was propped with his feet on the table and oracle cards, knives, bows, and shields scattered about. No one was interested in the items he displayed, he knew that. In a bag that set under the table though... People would be interested. It glew a few different colors from it's contents. He would find someone who knew what he had, anyone that would aprouch him would be drawn by the power inisde of the bag.
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