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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2016 11:47:34 AM
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[i]My kind was hunted to extinction. I wanted to hide away from those that would try to kill me. I have changed my mind. I will hide no longer.[/i]
Night exhales some steam at the thought of someone attempting to kill him.
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[u]"People wanted to kill...you?"[/u] [i]Marcia sighed slightly at the thought - what did a race do that made them eligible to be hunted to near extinction? Even to her, it was sickening. It was undeserved.[/i] [u]"...I'll try to keep you safe. I-If you want me to. I'm a capable mage, even if I'm blind."[/u]
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[i]Thank you. Allies are hard to come by when so many are keen on hunting beings like myself.[/i] Nightingale unfurls his wings slightly.
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[i]Marcia turned her head to face tone wings, although she remained calm and collected at the movement this time. She trusted Night now, from the looks of it.[/i] [u]"It's fine. Whoever would put you and your entire race through...that... They best not come around to this place in search of you."[/u] [i]The girl's tone was low, almost vicious, and it came evident to Night just then: A - Marcia was actually willing to defend him, and B - She seemed to be very, very violent.[/i]
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[i]Hmmmmm..[/i] Night's eyes glistened brighter and he felt a sense of trust for Marcia.
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[u]"...Whatcha humming about? Just wondering."[/u] [i]Marcia spoke quickly, but not in an offensive tone. She was just...well, interested. She had always been a seeker of knowledge.[/i]
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[i]For me, it is a sign of trust.[/i]
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[u]"Trust..."[/u] [i]Marcia smirked slightly, before that smirk turned into a grin. It actually meant a lot to the young mage, to be trusted.[/i]
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[i]Just because you are usually violent means little to me..[/i]
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[u]"Oh. T-Thanks, I guess.[/u] [u]Y-You wanna get out of here?"[/u]
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[i]Sure.[/i] Nightingale gets up into his feet, his tail flailing around.
