The 'Real' Red (Kho / shii)
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				Title: <strong>The 'Real' Red (Kho / shii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 15:31:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/PQpHFX1.jpg)</div><br>It had all started with his grandmother. She was the only person in the entire family who Red had even the slightest care for - the only one who respected him enough to let him make his own decisions and not try to manage every aspect of his life.<br><br>Red was a wild card, a dark horse forever escaping from the family pen. Where his parents were well-known and respected for their salves and healing ointments, he was more popular in the red-light district among the gossiping girls for his prowess in the bedsheets. He loved the attention, the praise, the simple <em>fun</em> of living life to excess and he didn't understand how anyone could be content to live every day the same way. Might as well be dead if life was only for working.<br><br>While his grandmother didn't entirely approve of his promiscuous exploits, she always offered him advice as opposed to criticism, and was always there to give him a bed when he parents turned him away from their door. It was because of her decency that Red braved the forest that evening. She had fallen ill and the required herbs only grew in a very specific clearing deep in the heart of ancient trees. His parents hadn't needed to ask before he had donned his familiar red cloak and hurried head-long into the woods.<br><br>Rumours filled the streets of beasts and monsters hidden in the dense forest, but Red had luck on his side as he ventured deep enough to find the healing herbs... unfortunately however, it wasn't to last. He had found himself utterly lost on his way back and aonic had began to creep up his spine. Everywhere looked the same, branches looked like reaching claws, and the sudden creaking of branches drew a tense gasp from between his lips...<br><br><em>"You are lost... I will show you the way."</em><br><br>That voice. Deep, earthy and strong. It captured even Red's full attention and the large figure was silent and true to his word as he guided Red from the danger of the forest.<br><br>It had been two days since his modest adventure. His grandmother had recovered and all was well, but there was a problem. The girls no longer satisfied him, the alcohol no longer offered him the buzz that he enjoyed. He was too preoccupied with the brief sight of his saviour - the strange man from the forest who had left such a deep impression. It was equal parts intriguing and frustrating to Red, and after two long days he had decided enough was enough.<br><br>His red cloak billowed behind him as he made his way back into the forwst, long brown hair tied back in a simple ponytail. He knew that it was foolish; he knew that he didn't have a clue where the man was, or even if he would find him again... but he had to know. He had to see just one more time.<br><br>"I know you're here... where are you...?" His voice was hushed, impatient as he looked around the surrounding trees...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The 'Real' Red (Kho / shii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>03-08-2014, 21:12:56</strong>
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				<br>One&nbsp; would have had to venture fairly far into the ancient forest but if one so dared they would hear a sound above the chatter of birds and stirring of branches in the wind. It was a repetitive sound that echoed off the trees sharply. If one were to follow it to it’s source it would become apparent that the sound was one of someone splitting wood with an axe. If one were to continue through the wood, one would suddenly encounter a wide clearing with an old castle covered in vines. To the left of the clearing near an old chopping stump, was a man. He was bathed in sunlight and he was very tall.<br><br>Nigi shifted the axe in his grip, pulled back, and chopped strait down in one fluid motion. The wood separated with a loud crack, followed by the thud of the Axe contacting the stump under neath. He pulled the axe free easily with one hand and set one of the large, chopped pieces back onto the block. The ease and skill he displayed spoke of countless hours of practice. The early afternoon sun beat down but it’s rays were not yet strong enough to drive the man from his work. He stood shirtless, tanned skin taunt over supple, hard muscle, the shine of his sweat running down his body showed he had been at this for quite some time. There were also quite a few scars covering his upper body.<br><br>The black pants he wore were of a simple style and his heavy leather boots were worn with use. Again he chopped the piece after positioning it, making the laborious work look like child's play. He ran a hand through his thick locks, deep, dark, rivulets of raven onyx spilled down to cloak his shoulders in a thick mane. Again he took another piece of wood and split it just as easily as the last two, and perhaps just as easily as all the ones he had split that morning. he left the axe buried in the stump and bent his six foot four frame to retrieve a water skin. He drank deeply, some of the cool water spilling down his chin and onto his chest. His build was strong and muscled but it was natural and had a supple nature to it like a great jungle cat.<br><br>The birds had gone silent. Nigi listened, putting down the water skin and grabbing his axe and tugging it free with one hand. Someone was out there. he could feel it.<br><br>“Alright, whoever you are, come out or i’m coming in and you won’t like it when I find you!” He called in a melodic deep tenor voice. He would not stand for any nonsense and whoever it was had some explaining to do. He didn’t like being watched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The 'Real' Red (Kho / shii)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 17:03:01</strong>
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				"Shit...!" <br><br>Another branch had snagged at the hem of Red's cloak, tearing a fourth tiny hole in the shimmering fabric. He hated getting dirty and spoiling his appearence - few things bothered him more than being sullied, especially when he wanted to actually meet someone. The forest-man had better be worth it, and as Red continued to make his slow and difficult way deeper into the trees he wondered whether he'd made a poor decision. His mother was always telling him he was too impulsive... maybe there was some truth to her words.<br><br>He scowled and shook his head, thick brown waves cascading around his shoulders as he huffed. No. He had to find out who the other man was - why he couldn't get that impressive figure and strong voice out of his mind. It had been driving him insane. Perhaps there was some witchcraft at work? Some ensnaring spell cast on him to make him some bewitched servant. Somehow he doubted that was the case - his saviour hadn't had the look of a witch, mkre a warrior or a fighter...<br><br>The sudden thud of an axe caught his attention and he abruptly crouched lower to the ground to try and move with a little more stealth. Red was hardly the sort to go sneaking around in the woods however, and his efforts weren't helped by the vibrancy of his trademark crimson cloak. Still, he managed to just make out a large figure through the branches and a smile came to his lips as he realised he'd found his quarry.<br><br>The man was a striking person to look upon. Rippling muscle shone with sweat, hair darker than Red's own spilling gloriously over broad shoulders. Red couldn't help but stare until suddenly the very large, very sharp axe was levelled in his direction. His eyes widened and he was quick to step out; he didn't want to end up like the logs.<br><br>"Calm down, I'm not here for a fight." He announced firmly, his usual cocky attitude managing to keep the nervousness in check as he emerged fully from the undergrowth, picking out leaves and twigs from his person. "Damn forest... ergh." Once he deemed himself twig-free, he turned back to the other man with a small smile.<br><br>"Do you remember me? You guided me out of the forest a few days ago... and I never got a chance to thank you." Red rarely offered thanks, but this man was a special case. He dared to step closer, his slight frame seeming all the smaller compared to the other's. <br><br>"Thank you. I'd still be lost if it hadn't been for you." He offered a hand, his eyes fixed on the other man's. 
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