[i][u]"...Be afraid."[/u][/i] [i][u]11:30 PM, Dojoville[/u][/i] [i]The clattering of running boots could be heard upon the stone road and sidewalk of one of the streets of Dojoville as a roguish figure sprinted throughout the city, their figure hidden away by the thick darkness that blanketed the land that night. The figure stood at about six foot one, a suit of armor engulfing his thin body as he ran for his very life; his very existence. The man came into the light of a streetlight, where his appearance was then immediately revealed. The man bore a suit of obsidian black armor, with skeletal parts decorating the chest plate disturbingly. A thick black fabric hood hod away his head, while a literal skull served as a mask for his young face. Resting within his left hand was a thick black sword, bloodied and jagged as if it had endured intense combat. One that wore armor like this..and had weaponry such as the sword..would be remarked as a Darkwraith, an ancient survivor of a forgotten land. This one was different. He did not wear this armor as a representation of what happened long ago, but as a servant to the darkness itself. The Abyss..[/i] [i]The Darkwraith's younger, slightly masculine breathing emitted from the skull mask itself, as an aura of darkness surrounded him slightly. Not like shadows surrounding his body, just the feeling of despair, of being alone, of facing death. That was the kind of aura that left his shoulders. After sprinting for quite a while, the warrior of darkness stopped for a bit, his right hand resting upon his armored knee as he bent his back, heavy breathing being heard from his location as if he was exhausted. He was running from something..but what, you may ask.. That "something" then revealed themselves to the world. The right foot or inch tall feminine figure suddenly sprinted out from the darkness, and into the lights that surrounded her and the Darkwraith. Her body was clad in a suit of armor, consisting of tattered and bloodied leather with steel kneecaps and a steel gauntlet on her left hand. A dark red cape protruded from her back, trailing behind her and riding on the wind as she sprinted towards her enemy. Her face was hidden away by a leather mask, while a steel pointed helm protruded from her head. Her right pupil was a dark, intimidating maroon, but her left..a blood red cybernetic eye, lighting up the darkness surrounding her and targeting the Darkwraith, who raised his thick sword and swung downwards at the woman.[/i] [i]In an instant, the left hand of the woman reached for her waist, and found itself grasping onto a hooked steel dagger. She immediately grasped it and raised it up, batting away the swore to the Darkwraith's surprise. In his immediate terror, the man fell over onto his back, his head banging across the ground as he did so. The woman stood over him, slamming her armored foot down upon his chest as she drew another weapon, one hidden behind her tattered red cape: a seven foot long thick greatsword, with two horns protruding from where the handle that was wrapped with thin leather met the steel blade of the weapon. Before the Darkwraith could raise his weapon once more, the woman swung downwards, the blade coming crashing down upon his arm. The man let out a bloodcurdling scream as his left arm was suddenly severed from his body, blood gushing out of his wound as his arm simply laid on the ground next to him. The woman sheathed the massive sword in her right hand, proceeding to do the same with her jagged dagger. She leaned down and grabbed the man by his armored throat, her maroon and cybernetic eye staring into the skeletal mask that hid away his face, before raising her left hand and slamming her knuckles into his head. The mask shattered into thin pieces, revealing a pale, blonde male in his mid-twenties, with an angular face, high cheekbones and thin lips. He slammed to the ground again, groaning in pain as he suddenly began speaking.[/i] "P-Please!! H-Have mercy, Watcher of the Abyss! I bring no harm to thee!" [i]The woman clearly didn't care for his begging. As he sat on the ground once more, she slammed her foot down once again on his chest, the sickening snapping of bones being heard as another scream escaped his throat. The woman leaned down, raising her right hand and sliding down her mask slowly, try steadily, to where only the man could see. Finally-she spoke two words, before her bloodlust took over. [/i] [i][u]"...Be afraid."[/u][/i] [i]In an instant, her teeth suddenly barred - sharpened, canine-like steel teeth, to be exact - and her head lunged towards the throat of the man like a wolf delivering the killing blow, the cybernetic jaws doing their work as she tore through muscle and flesh, shredding his vocal cords almost immediately. Out of her madness, she suddenly grasped the head belonging to the now dead man with only her left, and ripped it off of his body almost immediately. Now alone within the darkness, the woman's animalistic instinct took over as she began gnawing away at the very skull of the now dead Darkwraith, blood splattering across her face as she did so.[/i] ((Rather grotesque intro for Adeline, eh? Mind you, she killed the poor guy because he was a Darkwraith. Be careful, darkness users.))