Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)
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				Title: <strong>Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eurus</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 09:55:19</strong>
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				The sun in the sky beat down, drenching the streets in buttery yellow light. The air was hot and humid, only slightly better in the shade, but the salty sea breeze kept it from becoming truly unpleasant. Although it was only a moderately-sized town, more focused on fishing than sunbathing, Terinyo still attracted its share of the tourist crowd. People liked the relative anonymity of the area, the fact that it was relatively low-tech, and of course the beaches helped. The jellyfish hadn't even been much of a problem this year. Fortunately, the season was just ending, so the crowds were fairly light. Everything was cheaper, too, Soin noticed with satisfaction as he paid for a loaf of bread from the money satchel that hung at his waist.<br><br>The man looked normal enough, attractive in a casual way. It was hard to exactly place his age, but he was most likely in his mid or late twenties. His body, or what parts of it were visible, was tanned and fit; not cut like a model, but clearly the frame of a man who kept himself in shape and was no stranger to the outdoors. Various scars were visible on his arms, legs, and even his face; most of it was light and faded by years of exposure to the sun, but there was also what looked like an old burn covering most of his right hand. Long brown hair, probably easily shoulder-length when free, was pulled back into a ponytail, and a fine dusting of stubble was his only facial hair. Today, he was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of knee-length khaki shorts, nothing too impressive.<br><br>He was making slow progress in his shopping rounds today; it seemed like every other step he ran into an acquaintance and had a brief chat. Mrs. Elm thanked him for the medicine he'd prescribed for her dog, Merl Crowch asked him to take a look at his boat again, Swahti and her husband invited him to a dinner party over the weekend. Soin weathered them all with a good-natured smile and a few words, encouraged by the camaraderie even though he disliked the attention. And it wasn't as if he was in a hurry, really.<br><br>Right on time, the ships pulled in with the day's second load of fish. Most of the marketplace, Soin included, paused in their current endeavors and made their way over to the shaded tables where the wares were already being laid out on ice. He didn't have any plans for tonight, no visitors or standing invitations, so it looked like it was going to be another meal for one. Deciding on a particularly tasty-looking fish, he set to haggling-slash-chatting with the seller, a wiry old man with a scraggly white beard and a penchant for fish tales.<br><br>"Looks like a good haul today, Cy."<br><br>"Yeh, na' bad. Yeh shoulda seen it though, there was a squid out there t'was th' size of th' boat! I speared it, right in the eye, sent it swimmin' away wi' it's head hangin'."<br><br>Soin laughed and shifted the topic to the price of his soon-to-be dinner, one hand at his side tapping idly against his leg right below his wallet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 03:05:36</strong>
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				The anonymity and low key feel of the coastal city was perfect for Kekkon. While he wasn't to fond of the sun beating down on him. It would normally be fine but he insisted on wear a beanie around the town. The stranger races of the world were still hidden from the world, even the lesser ones like the catpeople. The beanie was the only thing keeping him from being found out and the possibility of the past happening all over again was far to great from him to risk potential exposure. He just had to keep his ears hidden in his hat and his tail hidden in his baggy jeans. The sun also caused him problems due to the long sleeved shirt he used to make his wounds less obvious. <br><br>There were many reasons that people tended to avoid the young man as he moved through the marketplace. The first was the fact he kept a look of malice and aggravation that was further fueled by the pain that his wounds still caused him. One such wound, the horrific stove shaped burn that covered the left side of his face, was another reason people avoided him. He further added to the look of a shifty character with how lanky his half-starved body looked and the further addition of his horrible mangled hair puffing out from around his beanie. While he carried himself with the danger and hatred of a dangerous man it was his aura that, without most people noticing, caused then to avoid him. The occasional dark growled, barked and then shied away from him. Some cats would run to him feeling the sense of familiarity in him but most would flee the potental danger he seemed to carry with him. <br><br>Unlike the man he was tailing no one but the darker types wound greet him. The ones that he would help or ally himself with when he found most would avoid him. He couldn't say he was entirely pushed into the alleys, but he still felt it. This was thanks in part to the aura. The darkness that ate at his mind and warped his attitude. To any animal or medium they would see nothing but chaose encompassing the boy. Thousands of souls fighting for dominance with only Kekkon's bitter soul able to just barely keep them at bay. <br><br>They helped him fall into the path of a thief. He kept waiting for the right moment. He thought that the distraction of the ships would bring him the best opening he could ask for. Sadly he was still in a far to crowded area. Yet it wouldn't be for nothing. <br><br>As his stomach growled he moved his hand to try and sooth it. He always hated being around the docks when he was hungry. While bread held a distinct scent nothing was stronger than the fish he so deeply craved. This was less from his feline heritage and more his body's need for energy to fuel the darkness and deep craving for the protein the salty scent meant. <br><br>His gaze locked on the fish the male was buying. “Jus' need t' wait a bit longa'. Get the money and the food.” He muttered softly to himself, hand sliding into his pants pocket to stroke his finger over his pocket knife. Claws were far to risky to get himself exposed, this knife should work well enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eurus</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 06:53:30</strong>
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				The back-and-forth continued for a few moments before Soin finally settled on a price and purchased the fish, adding it to his small bag of groceries alongside the bread, milk, and vegetables already there. Thoughts of recipes already flitting through his head, he waved goodbye and left the crowd there to begin wandering back off in the direction of home.<br><br>Something caught his attention, though, taking the wind out of his sails quite effectively. It was hard to put into words, but something was putting him on edge... like a sound just a little too soft to hear, or that sensation of being watched. He curiously looked around, glancing over the crowd behind him and the sparse population nearby, but he couldn't pinpoint anything. There was some unnatural aura nearby, but it was hidden... like it was laying in wait. Maybe he could draw it out.<br><br>Acting as casually as possible, Soin continued his trip home. He kept a mental eye, so to speak, on the source of the aura as he moved, hoping that it would move with him. If it <em>wasn't</em> interested in him then he would have to find somewhere to duck out of sight and double back, but somehow he suspected that it might follow. It occurred to him that he might be doing something very risky here, but then, it was far from the riskiest he'd ever done.<br><br>Once he reached a relatively uncrowded area, Soin suddenly took a detour down a nearby alley. It was totally unused, a perfect place for an unseen confrontation. A perfect place to end up dead, if his unseen target was dangerous and Soin wasn't careful. He made his way down to the end and rounded a corner, only to press himself against the wall immediately on the other side. It was a simple attempt at an ambush, but a potentially effective one; if anyone followed him down the alley, they would hopefully round the corner without much caution, at which point he could act.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:44:39</strong>
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				Finally he saw the man begin moving and just like the man wanted, without his knowing of coarse, he began to follow. His eyes were locked on the food in his hand as he used the crowd to his advantage to try keeping himself hidden. In his wake he left a set of deeply confused people who had just had a cold chill run through them. It was a feeling Kekkon himself wasn't free of. They wanted more than he did, where the man had recipes moving through his head he had horrifying images rush through his own. That wanted him to kill the man where he simply wanted to take what he owned. <br><br>While neither were things anyone should to another, Kekkon had begun to lose those views. When humans did nothing but horrid things to him he had begun to lose that connection that any normal human would have with another. Where they found it morally wrong to kill Kekkon say it more a hindrance seeing how the body had to be stashed somewhere. He hadn't always thought like this but that darkness inside him had a way of pulling out the worst in him. Especially by reminding him they had forced him to kill and, if they would use it as a spectator sport, it was perfectly fine. <br><br>As he reached the alleyway he felt a minor shift as his conscious began to debate this idea. The darkness wasn't fond of this at all. He froze at the alley as the man disappeared ahead of him. The voices screamed through his head wanting nothing more than another soul to be taken into their collective conscious. His hand gripped the side of his head as he rapidly began to mutter tyo himself for them to quiet themselves. He had grown used to the countless voices that the darkness had created using his subconscious but it still gave him a horrific headache. “Fuck.. Where did he go.” A rare oocurance then transpired. When Kekkon muttered to himself, he muttered back. Not like a usual man talking to himself but this was a whole different voice entirely. Not only that, it sounded like an endless crowd talking in unison. Sure some veered off with their usual screams, sobs and babbled nonsense but a large collection of them spoke through both Kekkon's lungs and their own magic. The alley for a short moment becoming crowded by the shadows of featureless figures, the only way to tell any apart was how tall they were. <br><br><strong>”Around the corner. He has stopped, seems distracted.”</strong> It seems they saw it fit to lie to him. Where Kekkon thought this would be easy the darkness wanted to see a show. He pulled his knife out and began to slowly move forward. With the blade at his side he began to turn the corner at the ready. Kekkon was never the type to throw caution to the wind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eurus</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 14:01:18</strong>
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				In his lifetime, Soin had learned many valuable lessons. One that he constantly kept relearning was that things rarely, if ever, go according to plan. The <em>plan</em> was to take the initiative as soon as somebody rounded that corner; a jab to the throat, then grab the wrist and get him in a hammerlock. But that never happened.<br><br>He felt his pursuer advance through the alley, sensing every movement from the sheer force of the power that emanated from them. But when they finally rounded the corner, Soin was taken by complete surprise. On the one hand, he had little doubt that he was looking at a dangerous man. The expression on his face, only made more sinister by the burn that adorned it, was downright vicious. And now that Soin could actually <em>see</em> him, he realized that the boy's aura was much worse than he'd realized. It was like there were hundreds of souls chained to his, all radiating their <em>own</em> auras of despair and pain, all held together by one even greater aura of pure darkness.<br><br>But at the same time, he felt a pang of sympathy, too. Even with his baggy clothes, it was obvious that the boy was half-starved. Soin wasn't sure, but he didn't look very old, either. Younger than Soin himself, certainly. Although it might have been merely their heights that gave him that impression - this close together, the good six inches or so that Soin had over him was obvious. But even though Soin may have had the advantage of height and weight, he was also unarmed, and in his shock he managed to lose most of the element of surprise.<br><br>Still leaning back against the wall with his arms up in a guarding position, Soin just stared for a moment. The bag of groceries was sitting next to him, since he hadn't wanted to be carrying it if a fight broke out. Finally, he tried awkwardly to speak.<br><br>"...You, uh, might want to put the knife down, kid. Before someone gets hurt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 14:31:25</strong>
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				The boy's eye completely avoided looking at the man for the first couple of seconds after rounding the corner. His gaze instead moved over the bag of groceries that he could easily sniff out, as well the location he had watched him place his wallet. Another growl escaped his stomach making him grow more eager to get something to eat. <br><br>Threats never worked well with Kekkon. On one hand the darkness and his own hunger was causing his sense of judgment to become clouded. His focus was on getting something in his stomach, anything else was far from his mind. The darkness made sure to help strengthen the need by tapping into his memories. The feeling he had when he was starved, much like a dog bred for fighting, in order to make the fights as a slave more interesting. With someone like Kekkon it had lead to a very unhappy end for the other fighter. The darkness was happy to speak again in an attempt to help egg the feline on. <strong>"You'll perish if you don't get food kitten. Just bite out his throat, wouldn't be the first time."</strong><br><br>His eye slammed shut as he tried to shake off the darkness. He still had a sense of willpower and he didn't have the energy to carry the taller man away if he did manage to kill him. No, he couldn't think like that. When he killed him. <br><br>It took him a moment to regain himself before finally he held the knife up. It was intensely obvious he wasn't used to the knife. It was only recently he began using it in order to keep his claws hidden. With his own traits he was a feral beast, with a modern day weapon he was no more than a fool brandishing a stick. Still he gathered his own confidence and hoped the intimidation the darkness helped him accentuate would be enough to get him what he needed. <br><br>"Watch who ya call kid. The burn shows well enough gettin' hurt isn' exactly new to me." <br><br>He pointed his blade towards the bag of food and then towards the leg carrying the man's wallet. As he let out a growl his fangs could be shown, hard to tell to the untrained eye but every teeth had slightly sharper points to it. It made vegetables and starches more difficult but it was perfect for meat. Especially with his more defined fangs. As he began to grow more irritated the dark aura he carried began to grow a bit more chaotic. It was a sign the souls connected to him were becoming eager off the growing feeling of hatred filling the boy's soul. <br><br>"Give me what'cha got. The food, the money. All of it or this knife'll be used t' add you t' my dinner." He licked his lips again, the smell of fish was driving him utterly mad. "I have no grudges against offing another of your kind." With his growing desperation his need to hide his species was becoming less and less. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eurus</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:20:00</strong>
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				Soin nodded slowly, considering Kekkon's response. He carefully refrained from commenting on the "your kind" comment, not wanting to make the boy more defensive with questions, but he certainly paid attention to it. "Fair enough. What <em>should</em> I call you, then? I'm Soin."<br><br>It was basic strategy. Get someone talking, and their concentration was broken. If they couldn't think of you as a nameless target, they weren't as likely to cut you open and leave you bleeding in the dirt. Plus his curiosity was still raging. He wanted to know who this strange boy, with his dark aura and his haunted eyes, actually <em>was</em>. What sort of unfortunate circumstances had forced him into such a position. If he was still salvageable.<br><br>Still waiting for an answer to the question of names, Soin slowly reached down and picked up the bag of groceries while his other hand went for his wallet. "If that's all you wanted, you could have just asked. Do I look like the kind of person to let a man starve?"<br><br>One eyebrow raised questioningly, punctuating his matter-of-fact response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:28:39</strong>
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				Kekkon seemed unsure of the man, but he wasn't about to give out his name to a man he was planning to rob blind. He kept his knife held up in a readied stand with a little grimace. He wasn't entirely rude though, he had to come up with something. His last name was something his masters had never even cared about, that would suffice. "Miles. Not really one for such pleasantries with someone I plan t' gut like a fish." <br><br>The fact he hadn't done so already helped show he would prefer a lack of blood on his hands. "You really don't want me to answer that question. Wouldn't trust the lot of you." His hand went right back up to his head as he slowly let out a growl. The darkness around him once more began to fluctuate as they began to grow impatient. <br><br>A shadow soon gripped his hand and, much like a mentor, began to lead him into an attack mode. <strong>"If begging won't work, we won't take this pathetic attempt either."</strong> Looking much like a puppet, though he didn't seem to care to much seeing how he gained food in the end, he was forced to rush forward as he swiped the blade at Soin. <strong>"We can't live off of fish and grain alone!"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eurus</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 06:32:24</strong>
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				The sudden change of demeanor that "Miles" went through took Soin by surprise, and he dropped the bag of groceries. He was even more rusty than he'd realized, but fighting was like riding a bicycle; you never really forgot. Long-buried reflexes honed by years of practice rushed back to him, and he raised one arm to grab at his attacker's wrist. Taking advantage of his size advantage, he shoved forward without releasing the arm, trying to pin Miles between the dusty brick wall and Soin's own body.<br><br>Milk seeped from the dropped bag and pooled on the ground underfoot as he growled. "The <em>hell</em> is going on in your head, kid?! I've seen my share of darkness before, but nothing like this."<br><br>Whatever it was, it was bad... it was risky of him to even keep trying to talk. Reluctantly, he admitted to himself that the only reason he was still trying was probably because he felt so damn <em>sorry</em> for the kid. However messed up he might be on the inside, on the outside he just looked kind of pitiful. It remained to be seen whether being so soft would be the death of him...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 07:15:48</strong>
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				While Soin wasn't the only one who had become rusty in terms of long used fighting ability, the man had one major advantage without including his strength and health. Where Kekkon was only used to fighting people in a poor condition like himself Soin was honed in fighting people who didn't look like they would keel over at a moment's notice. His eye widened as pain rushed through him making him freeze for the slightest moment. The knife fell to the ground thanks to the shock of being pinned as well the shock of his hidden lash marks being hit. He shook before that dark gaze turned far more feral in the boy's growing malice. <br><br>"This is the cause of your disgusting race." He finally spat out. He kept glaring at him as his rage began to fuel the darkness. The shadow produced by the boy began to warp itself, feeding off of Kekkon's growing hatred the souls began to attempt pushing through their realm to the physical one. Hands of varying states decay began pushing out in order to attempt grabbing the man pinning their vessel down. They couldn't fulled escape their realm thanks to two factors. One was thanks to Kekkon's lacking experience and energy further stunting their own progress and the second was the sheer amount of souls attempting to force their way through one scrawny male's outline. <br><br>Hoping that this was becoming a well enough distraction his nails began to push out and grow into claws with which he would try his best to use to cut the man and get him off of him. "You bigoted fools have caused me nothing but this damned darkness!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eurus</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 22:25:54</strong>
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				It would be hard to imagine what could possibly be a <em>better</em> distraction than the forest of spectral hands suddenly grasping at Soin, and he released Kekkon to stagger backward in shock. The sharp claws raked into his upper chest, just an inch below his neck, and he realized with a start just how inhuman the boy really was. He stumbled back a few feet until his back hit the alley's other wall, cutting him off. Cornered, he frowned, and his eyes narrowed in anger for the first time.<br><br>"So that's your excuse? You're not even going to <em>try </em>to fight it? We've all got our demons, kid. The whole point is to <em>beat</em> them, not become just like the people who hurt you."<br><br>Shifting into a defensive stance, he waited for a response. If Kekkon came at him again, he planned to sidestep and try to get him in a chokehold. He could only hope that whatever darkness was inside him would go dormant for a while if the boy was knocked out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trials Through Slavery (Eurus and MistaKing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistaKing</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 04:58:58</strong>
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				A low growl rolled out of Kekkon's throat. His fingers flexed at the question, it wasn't like he bowed to the darkness really. He fought it to a minor degree. Yet it wasn't to protect anyone but himself, they wanted everyone around him to die. They fed off the hatred of humanity he had gained but Kekkon knew well enough to avoid unneeded attention. A gun would take him out just like any other in the end. <br><br>“I don't need an excuse to ruin. It is either that or they cause me more grief. I will <em>not</em> be sliced open again. I will <em>not</em> let anyone take away what I only recently gained.” <br><br>The boy hissed out and, again blinded by his own rage, rushed forward like numerous times before. From the looks of it his strategy was to bite the man's neck out much like a dog would. He didn't get the chance as he found himself in a bind. His hood fell back exposing his ears to the man. In a desperate attempt to free himself he began to claw wildly at his arm. The darkness grabbed and clawed at the man as well before they began to show weakness. His hands fell to his side and the light body pressed against the man went limp. The shadows of the alley returned to normal as, just as predicted, they lost the ability to break out of their realm with their puppet unconscious.&nbsp; 
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