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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/7/2017 12:04:37 AM
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"A... Body? I do not wish to know."
[b]He stood tall [/b]
"Are you able to walk?"
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"It would be much easier if you gave me support." The figure stared at you once more with his demonic features.
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"Very well." [b]Kross placed a hand over the man's shoulder and pulled him through the gates [/b]
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The man looked around and observed the inside of the Dojo silently. "So, I heard legends about this place. A safe haven for warriors of all kinds. Are they true? Or does your reputation precede you?"
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"The Legends and stories are true. The dojo is a place for warriors of Greatness, warriors cast away. This Is our safe haven."
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"Most interesting, I must say." He remained silent for the rest of the trip.
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[b]As they arrived at the medicinal courtyard, several doctors rushed over and the man was brought into the hospital and to a bed. The doctors did what they could to heal his injuries, as a corpse was delivered to his bedside [/b]
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"No. I will not be treated as precious cargo. All I need is the corpse." After obtaining the corpse, he looked back at the doctors whose fruitless attempts to heal him only agitated the man more, and as well to his mustached savior. "If you are squeamish, I recommend you look away." The man faced the corpse and removed his mask. Brown hair fell to his shoulders. The tearing of flesh, breaking of bone and chewing of...something was heard. He was eating the corpse...
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[b]The doctors had looked away, and the room was empty except for the man [/b]
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The man took around ten minutes to consume the corpse completely except for the bones and a very thin layer of muscle. The man turned, this time without his mask. He was notably attractive for his age, except for the blood that surrounded his mouth, he could be considered handsome. He had brown hair that was swept from his eyes and was clean shaven. His left eyes was normal and blue green, but his right was nightmarishly changed. The sclera was black and the iris was red. Red veins trailed the sclera and branched onto the surrounding skin. His hands were bloody from digging into the corpse. He looked at the man and nodded. "Thank you."
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[b]Kross re-entered the room, nodding slightly [/b] "You are welcome I suppose."
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"My wounds should now heal completely over night at most. I apologize for the mess."
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"We will have someone clean it up, as long as you heal well."
