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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 19, 2009 16:54:17 GMT -8
I wanna live I wanna leave I wanna open up and breathe I wanna go I wanna breathe I wanna feel it constantly What kind of people were content to just sleepwalk their way through life, moving from point A to point B and just hoping for the best? What kind of people didn't seize every moment as a moment to prove to the world that they were alive? What kind of people followed routine day in and day out? The answer was simple, and it seemed to be people that lived in the city, and they disgusted Amri, bringing up bad memories and conflicting motives that he had now attained since the days when busy markets like this were where he lived, but never his home.
It actually seemed quite far away from the days when he had been called the Street Eagle of Arabia. He had lived on the streets, but not like a rat, elegantly holding himself like a nobleman's son as he stole from carts and the upper class. That had been when he had acquired much of his strength, but not his skill. After all, it took work to be a thief with flair, but it was well worth it, even if it had caused him trouble with guards quite often. He had been banned from several cities, not that he wouldn't go back if he felt like it.
Maybe that was why he hated the people who lived in cities, for even as a child he had never had the chance to settle down and live a comfortable life. And now that he was older, he was glad he hadn't, otherwise he might have turned into the same type of boring people. Though, that was an impossible dream for he would always be the Blue-Eyed Curse. These people...all of them would die, but none of them would really live, for you didn't live unless you knew hunger, thirst, cold, and pain so well that you were now numb to it. So now Amri was searching for something else to fill that void where those feelings had lived.
Just one chance is all I ever wanted Just one time I'd like to win the game From now on I'd take the chance if I could have it Just one, just one
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 19, 2009 21:43:19 GMT -8
Dark eyes were staring wide-eyed at the sky in wonder, watching as the dark, stormy clouds moved slowly across it. Tristan liked the clouds much better when they were white and bright and pouffy, but he'd come to expect those dark ones to take over sometimes and make the sky start to cry. He hated tears, and it always made him sad when the sky cried, made him want to cry with it. Well...usually, anyways. Sometimes he just liked to dance in the rain, because it felt funny when the sky's tears landed on him, soaking him wet and making his dirty, ripped up clothes stick to his small, malnourished body.
Right then, a single tear fell from the sky and landed on the tip of his nose. Tristan blinked in surprise and crossed his eyes slightly to stare at it, before sticking his tongue out in an attempt to lick up the tear. It took him maybe slightly longer than it would for another kid to realize that he wasn't able to reach it, and he gave up, instead lowering his head so that he was no longer staring up at the sky, though he continued to stare at the drop of rain. A moment later it dripped off his nose, and he giggled as he crouched down to stare at the place where it had landed on the ground, making the cement wet in that one, tiny place.
Tristan looked up as a woman in fancy clothing walked past him, his attention immediately diverted away from where the rain drop had fallen. He jogged to catch up with her, and nearly ended up completely forgetting about her as well, as he suddenly wanted to run, run as fast as he could for as long as he could, just for fun. But his tummy growled and once again he turned his attention back to the fancily-dressed woman, slowing his pace as he caught up with her, a happy grin in place as he held out his hands to her.
His mother had taught him how to do this. He couldn't remember his mother much, but whenever he thought of her it made him sad that she was no longer around. What had happened to her again? He couldn't quite remember...he'd been young. He just knew that she was no longer around, and it made him want to cry sometimes. Still, he decided he wouldn't think about her now. He never really knew why, but whenever he held out his hands to fancy-looking people, they sometimes gave him money, or food. Not all the time, but sometimes.
However, as he held his hands out to this woman, she turned to look at him and let out a shriek, jumping away from him. Tristan's smile faded for a moment, frowning in confusion before thinking that maybe the woman wanted to play with him. His grin returned, and he moved towards her once again, still holding his hands out. " Eep! Get away from me, filth urchin! You'll infect me with your poor-ness! The woman continued to shriek and move away from him, and this time Tristan's smile faded and didn't return. He wasn't sure what she'd said to him, but she hadn't sounded very nice. She'd sounded a little scared. Was she scared of him? Was he scary? He glanced down at his own body, inspecting the tanned skin on his arms, his dirty brown trousers, which had rips in the knees. He didn't think he looked scary, but he didn't want to scare the woman, so he backed away from her before turning around and running away.
Now he could run. Run as far and as fast as he could, so that he wouldn't scare the woman anymore. Did he scare all people? Maybe. It wasn't the first time someone had reacted that way to him. Some people spoke kindly to him, patted him on the head and gave him food or money, but some acted scared of him. He hated scaring those people, it made him sad. He didn't want to scare them, he just wanted to be their friends.
Tristan ran with his head down, not paying attention to where he was going, just enjoying the feel of the wind blowing at him, trying to scoop him up and toss him away. But he was stronger than the wind was, and instead of pushing him away, he pushed it away. It separated to let him pass. He enjoyed that feeling. He loved running really fast sometimes. But suddenly, he wasn't running anymore. He'd crashed into something hard and the next thing he knew he was on the ground on his back, staring up at the dark clouds once again. He blinked a few times in confusion, wondering why he was on the ground, but a moment later he realized that he'd bumped into a large man. At least, the man looking very large and tall at the angle Tristan was at on the ground. He stared at the man for a moment before a wide grin came to his face and he held up his hands, palms facing the sky, as he'd done with the woman. He hoped he didn't scare the man away, too. He made no move to get to his feet just yet, quite content to inspect the man from where he was on the ground._________________________________________ Words: 901 Mood: Amazeedd! Notes: Holy crap! It's so long! xD I figured it could be Amri that he ran into! =D [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 20, 2009 7:56:04 GMT -8
I need to think I need to feed I need to see if I still bleed I need a place I need a time Cause I need to step outside that lineThere was one thing Amri was quite used to when walking in busy places like this, and that was a wide path that people even unconsciously made for him. He hadn't had to sift through crowds for the longest of times. It had quite a lot to do with the "Don't mess with me" expression he held so well, but even more with Banryuu. In fact, it probably mostly had to do with Banryuu, seeing as most people generally didn't enjoy have a blade that was six feet long and one and half feet wide coming anywhere near their body just in case it slipped.
Which was why he hadn't been expecting to have something small and fast run headlong into him and bounce off easily. As shocked as he was, in the inner depths of his mind he was snickering at how things always bounced off of him, pretty much being one dense muscle. But still, it was rather annoying. After years and years he had finally earned the respect for people to be more careful around him, and now some little person thought it would be funny to just bump into him? Ugh.
And what he had been expecting even less was when he looked down, to see a smiling face holding up hands. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at the little boy, being reminded of all the other children who had made their living from stealing and begging like him. (Except Amri had never begged.) And he really didn't seem to care that he was on the ground, and was just giving him a look that was supposed to make Amri want to give him something. Well, he wasn't too sure about that, yet, at least.
But he bent down to put Banryuu on the ground without letting it just fall and reached down two strong arms to wrap themselves around the boys side and pick up his tiny body to set him on his feet in front of him. What kind of self-respecting boy would lie there on the ground? Amri could teach him a thing or two that would ensure him a better future. Little bugger probably didn't even know how to fight or even how to defend himself, relying only on that bright smile he carried like he wasn't ragged and hungry.
"How old are you?" he asked in a firm voice, remembering that he had been seven when his mother's death had expelled him to the streets. what struck him most from that time were all the rumors that his mother had actually committed suicide and that really didn't seem far-fetched to him. She probably had just to get away from him and to stop seeing his face every day as the reminder and curse that he was. But this little boy had most likely been a begger his whole life, or at least had always been on the lower side, if only he could get strong... And if I knew When the door was open I'd go through I would go on through And I can say What I do never be the same Never be the same
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 20, 2009 8:38:36 GMT -8
Tristan continued to grin happily as the large man looked down at him, not at all alarmed by the size of the man's large sword. In fact, it looked sort of shiny to him, and Tristan suddenly really wanted to reach up and touch the shiny thing. Still, right as he was preparing to get to his feet just so that he could touch it, the man put it down on the ground and then gently grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. No one had ever done that before. His grin brightened and as soon as he had been set on his feet he wrapped his arms around Amri's legs in a hug. He decided that he liked the large man already.
A moment later he pulled away, lowering his arms to his sides for now as he grinned at the man. A second later his attention was once again diverted away from the man and to the large shiny thing that was now on the ground. He crouched down and reached out a hand to it slowly, almost as though he thought it was an animal that would get scared and run off it he moved too quickly. When it didn't he poked one of the shiny parts and giggled, laying his whole hand on it now.
A second later he heard the man's voice and he looked up at him, bright smile still in place, as usual. He listened to the man's voice, deciding that he didn't sound angry or scared. He didn't sound as friendly as some people did, but Tristan had already decided that he liked the man. After that he actually concentrated on the man's words, a small from of concentration coming to his face. When he finally understood what the man was asking, he giggled and nodded his head and then looked down at his hands, clenching them into small fists. One by one he straightened out a finger, a frown of concentration once again on his face. Finally he held up seven fingers, feeling incredibly proud of himself as he straightened to his feet and showed the man his fingers, nodding his head as he did so, bright grin still in place._________________________________________ Words: 384 Mood: Good! =D Notes: Amri just got a whole bunch of points <3 xD [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 20, 2009 18:36:12 GMT -8
Amri looked down with a confused expression on his face. Why was this boy hugging him? No one ever hugged him. Wait, had he ever been hugged before? He put on a look of deep thought and came to the conclusion that this was indeed the first time he had ever been hugged. And to be perfectly honest, it was...weird, and made him feel awkward, when he was so incredibly used to people running in the opposite direction, for even most young kids could easily tell that he was dangerous. Evidently not this one, though. What was he to think of that?
He even chuckled slightly as the little boy touched the recently polished Banryuu, and he found himself agreeing with what must have been going on inside his head. Banryuu was very pretty, and not just in a 'lust for killing' way. Better than shining stones as far as he was concerned. He left his halberd on the ground for now, just watching as it was touched, thinking that he wouldn't need it. He didn't just randomly kill children, especially ones that hugged him. And if a street gang attacked them right then he could pick it up no problem.
But when the boy stopped and put up his fingers, Amri cocked his head and kneeled so he was on more of the same level. Then slowly, put out his hands, one holding up five fingers, the other holding two, to meet the boy's. Then he turned his palms around so that they were facing himself. Hmm...he knew one was five and the other was two, but he didn't know what they were together. d*** it all. A beggar knew how to count better than he did, that really wasn't good, was it?
Then he remembered that this boy probably wanted something. Well, maybe he would give him something, after he learned something. After all, it was one of his solid beliefs that one should earn everything they got in life, just like he had, and maybe he could teach him something in the process. So he put out his hand again, and then drove his right hand into the palm, and then held it closer to the boy. "Hit it," he said, repeating the motion of hitting his hand with a twist of the knuckles into the calluses that covered it.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 20, 2009 18:58:58 GMT -8
Tristan had to look a long way up to see the man's face, and it didn't take long for his attention to once again be diverted to those dark, mean looking clouds littering the sky just above the man's head. They were so dark, and Tristan wondered whether they'd start making loud noises. They did that sometimes, and it scared him. It meant that they were trying to get him, when they made loud noises, so he always had to hide from them, and cover his ears so that he couldn't hear them searching...always searching for him. If didn't want to think about what would happen if they ever found him.
But they wouldn't. No, the dark clouds that made the loud noises would never find him, because he was good at hiding. He could squeeze under small things, hide inside of small things. They would never find him. For a moment he wondered what he would do if the dark clouds started making the loud noises now, started trying to find him now. He couldn't leave the man, after all, but the man was so big! Could he really find a good place for him and his shiny thing to hide too? Well...he'd have to, he decided.
The man crouched down to his height, and he continued to grin brightly at the man, even as he held up the same fingers as Tristan was and made their fingers touch together. He giggled and nodded his head, copying the man as he turned his palms to face him so that Tristan was doing the same. He inspected his tanned skin of his palms for a moment, before looking at the man's tanned skin. His hands were much bigger than his own hands. Suddenly, the man did a motion that surprised him, hitting one of his large, clenched hands into his open palm. He blinked a few times and then giggled as the man said something to him. He wasn't sure what the man said, but after thinking about it for a few moments the meaning because pretty obvious, as the man was now holding his palm to him.
Tristan giggled once again, raising his own hands and copying the man's motions, hitting his clenched fist into his own open palm. He did that one or twice, before turning his attention back on the man's palm, which was still being held up before him. For a moment he forgot what he was supposed to do and instead placed his open hand against Amri's, comparing the sizes of their hands, staring at them in fascination. The man's hand was a lot bigger than his own, but the colour of their skin was pretty darn close in resemblance. His skin was just a little bit darker than the man's skin was.
A moment later he remembered what the man wanted him to do, so he so pulled his hand away, clenched his fist, wide grin still in place, and hit the man's palm with his fist, not putting all that much strength behind the blow. Then he cheered, letting out a happy squeal sort of thing as he clapped his hands together, feeling proud at his accomplishment. He grinned at the man, waiting to see if he was happy, too._________________________________________ Words: 571 Mood: Good! =D Notes: Cute!=D More points for Amri! xD [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 20, 2009 20:12:59 GMT -8
Amri's eyes widened like a little kid's as the boy just held his hand against his, thinking how strange it was to feel such a small hand. It was so tiny it fit just in his palm. Now he really wanted to teach him how to fight, so that he wouldn't be one of the many people that were killed, but nobody cared about. Although he still didn't know exactly how old the boy was, he guessed that he was around the same age he had been when he had started getting strong, and more people needed to be like that. When the hand was finally hit, his face lit up and he nodded, even though it hadn't been that strong. Though he guessed that he thought it was more of a game than anything else. Well...he couldn't really teach someone who didn't seem to know how to talk, or even understand him very well. Not that Amri was unused to using body language, but some of the techniques he used were just too complicated. Perhaps it was already a lost cause, but he didn't want to just leave him by himself.
The least could do was give him something. Well, he definitely had something to give. He reached back to his waist and undid one of the drawstrings that attached a pouch to his sash and put the ties in his hands as the coins within clinked. It was a quite a healthy sum he carried with him, for his skills didn't come cheap, and he didn't have a particular use for it, not when only his intimidating manner got him anything he wanted. "Can you tell me your name?" he asked, wondering if his words had any meaning in the boy's ears.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 21, 2009 8:59:08 GMT -8
Tristan giggled as Amri's face lit up as he hit his hand, clapping his own hands together once more. He liked that the man seemed happy with him, because it made him happy. Seeing someone's happiness made him a lot happier than seeing someone get scared of him, or be sad or angry at him. Besides, this man was a lot nicer than most strangers he met were. While most weren't overly unfriendly, most didn't start to play games with him, either.
He saw the man reach into his back pocket and pull something out, and as he heard the familiar clinking sound of coins knocking together, he cheered once again, launching himself at the man to wrap his arms tightly around the man's neck in a hug. He was careful not to squeeze too tightly, as he didn't want to hurt the man, and when he pulled away a few moments later, he patted the man's head gently, smiling at him brightly. All of this was the best sign of affection that he could come up with.
A moment later the man asked him something, and he frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side as once again he concentrated on the man's words. He went through every one in his head, most meaning nothing to him, at least until he heard 'name'. He knew that word. He grinned and reached into his shirt, grabbing hold of the chain that he kept around his neck that had fallen under his shirt. His mother had given him this too, long ago, and she'd taught him what to do with it, even if it had taken her a while to do so. Whenever he showed it to people, they magically knew what his name was. At least, it was magically to him, for he didn't realize that it was his name carved into the bland piece of metal.
Still, as he held it up to the man's face, he saw the confusion there. Was the magic not working today? He hadn't suddenly said his name, like most people did when he showed it to them. He frowned, deep in thought (or as deep as he could be) and a minute or so later he got an idea. Now, he wasn't stupid. He wasn't smart, either, but he had common sense...or some, anyways. Most people didn't think he did, because he was such a slow learner that he'd never been taught how to speak or anything, but he wasn't completely brainless.
He suddenly grinned at Amri and moved away from him, stopping in front of a random stranger's path and holding up the chain. The random man immediately began to move around him, but he let out an angry huff and grabbed hold of the man's pants, so that he looked at him. He then grinned brightly, showing the man the piece of metal on the chain, hoping the magic worked. " ...Tristan?" Tristan cheered, patting the man's hand before giving his leg a little push to send him on his way and then turning back to face Amri, grin in place as he expectantly awaited Amri to repeat his name, just to make sure he'd heard._________________________________________ Words: 562 Mood: Tired, but good! =D Notes: Hope you don't mind the powerplay, but I was feeling bad that Amri wouldn't know his name =< xD And stop trying to end this so fast! Tristan isn't gonna let Amri get away that quickly xD [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 21, 2009 16:29:24 GMT -8
Amri had been expecting the boy to run off after he gave him the money, not to hug him again. He wondered if this was what it felt like to have a child, an idea he had simply tossed aside, because, to be perfectly honest, it wouldn't be an option for him. He remembered laughing about the idea. And he'd always assumed that parents were just supposed to ignore their children anyway, but it kind of felt nice to have those two skinny little arms around his neck, though he was wishing that there was a bit more muscle on them. And then he let go and pat him on the head, Amri's eyes going upward as he did so.
Then he showed him the necklace with a metal piece that had scribbles on it. Amri frowned and looked closer. No, those were letters...it must have been his name. Most of the time, not being able to read barely affected him at all, but there were sometimes, like now, that he really wished he could. He had actually been searching for someone who could teach him just the basics for awhile, seeing as he had some reading to be done. But that wouldn't exactly help him now. It seemed, though, that the boy understood his confusion and grabbed a random stranger to read it for him, and then he attentively looked back at him.
"Tristan?" he repeated, assuming that the stranger could indeed read. Well, he really hoped he could, because he didn't want to keep thinking of him as 'the boy.' Perhaps he'd want to know what his name was, if he could get him to understand it. He didn't keep a metal necklace with his name on it, and he doubted that although Tristan could count better than him that he could read, but he would find away. So he reach out with one finger to gently brush the flat part of his necklace, and then pointed at himself. "Amri," he said, clearly annunciating the R so that even in thoughts he wouldn't be thought of as 'Ami.'
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 21, 2009 18:24:45 GMT -8
Tristan nodded vigorously as Amri repeated his name, wide grin in place the whole time. It was pretty rare to see Tristan without a smile on his face, because he just seemed to enjoy life so much. Sure, he couldn't speak, or understand half the things people said to him, but he thought he got along well enough anyways. He could actually enjoy life. To be honest, half the people he passed on the streets looked miserable. He wished that he could do something for them, talk to them, but he was smart enough to realize that that wouldn't be happening anytime soon, so he never even tried. Of course, he also had his sad moments, moments where he cried and things like that, but those moments were rare.
Once again, he frowned in concentration as the man spoke once again. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to understand everything the man was saying. Usually he barely even listened when people spoke, because he couldn't understand them anyways, so what was the point of listening? But with this man, he wanted to understand everything, and he wished that he could respond back to him. That thought made him a little sad, knowing that he couldn't, but still, nothing could keep him sad for long. So he concentrated as Amri touched his metal chain and then pointed to himself, calling himself 'Amri'. Tristan slowly nodded as he realized a few moments later what the man was saying, and he grinned brightly and nodded his head to show that he understood. Well, now that the money had been given to him and the introductions had been...well...poorly made, but made none the less, it was time to see whether Amri wanted to play with him.
He giggled and reached out, grabbing Amri's hand and then turning, trying to pull him along by the hand. If this worked, he'd continue to pull Amri along down the street, leading to a fun place that Tristan liked to go some times. He'd glance back at Amri every now and again and grin before continuing to pull him along.
Finally Tristan would come to a stop when the buildings also came to a stop, and a field with a few trees and things spread out before them. Not quite a forest, but a nice little park sort of thing. He'd then turn to face, keeping hold of one of his hand and then pulling down on it slightly, trying to get him to crouch down. If this worked, Tristan would grab his other hand away well and place Amri's own hands over his eyes, letting out another happy giggle as he did so. Provided that Amri allowed him to do all this, he'd let go of Amri and run off, not going far, just going to hide behind a tree where he'd sit down and cover his mouth with his hands, trying to stifle the sounds of his giggles._________________________________________ Words: 510 Mood: Good <D Notes: Hope you don't mind the billions of small powerplays I did. If you do, don't be afraid to let me know =) [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 21, 2009 20:23:49 GMT -8
When he felt his hand being pulled and his whole body being pulled forward, his first instinct was to reach back and grab Banryuu as he was brought to his feet. It seemed now Tristan believed him to be a friend, which hadn't been Amri's intention at all when he stopped to spare a moment and his money. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or indifferent, or just going along. There was really no point in yanking away and continuing what he had been doing, which had really been walking around looking venomous, as he did so well.
They stopped in the small park and Amri immediately understood what he was supposed to do when Tristan ran off after putting his hand over his eyes. He had seen this many times, but never participated, because he had been spending his time beating people up. He was supposed to count to ten (Whatever number that was) and then go and find him. So simple and so innocent. It didn't teach children how to survive, not would it give them a skill they needed, it was a simple game to pass the time, which was perhaps another reason Amri had never played it. He never seemed to do anything if it wasn't completely relevant to him right then.
But he was going to at least find Tristan once instead of just leaving him hiding. Except he didn't know how to count to ten, nor did he know what number ten was. One, two...he put up the fingers. Wait...he could put up all of his fingers slowly, and that would probably be enough time, if not ten exactly. He was kind of proud of figuring that out. After that, he looked both left and right, and it was fairly easy to guess where Tristan had gone, so he followed the muffled sounds to a tree, and in one swift moment, swung to the other side to see him crouching behind it. His eyes lit up for a moment, but then it disappeared.
He couldn't keep doing this. He could play kids games all afternoon and it wouldn't change a thing about him. His face was serious as he looked down at Tristan, wondering how he should say goodbye, if he even should, or if Tristan would let him leave. Or perhaps he should somehow explain that he was a killer who enjoyed it and so little kids like him probably wouldn't like knowing him. He had already carved out his path, and although he would like to help Tristan get strong, maybe it would best to just stay out of the way.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 22, 2009 6:42:03 GMT -8
It never occurred to Tristan that Amri might decide not to try find him, so he felt no need to look out from his hiding place. Instead he concentrated on trying to shut out his giggles, which was easier said then done. Already he was having a lot of fun, even if they hadn't actually done much. Not being able to talk, Tristan didn't really play with some of the other kids. It wasn't that they were all that mean to him, they just avoided him because they didn't understand him, or why he was so quiet. Usually he ended up having to play this game on his own...and that was really no fun at all, was it? What was the fun of finding a hiding spot if no one was going to try and find you?
So as Amri swung around his tree, he let out a happy squeal and jumped to his feet, once again wrapping his arms around Amri's legs in a hug. Yes, Tristan definitely considered Amri a friend, and he was hoping that Amri would stay with him forever. Now, he doubted that would happen, since no one ever stayed with him forever, they all disappeared, but still, he could hope, couldn't he?
He kept hugging Amri for a few minutes, but pulled away when he heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards them, several pairs, coming from behind Amri. Standing there were three large, burly men, and one was currently charging at Amri from behind, holding a sword and ready to run Amri through with it. Tristan had no idea what he was doing, however, just knew that he was holding a shiny thing and was running at his friend. He wondered whether the man wanted to play with them too, though all three men didn't look very happy. Well...they were grinning, but it was a mean looking smile, in Tristan's opinion. He frowned slightly, looking up at Amri and wondering what he would do, or whether he had even noticed the men._________________________________________ Words: 352 Mood: A little sad Notes: The reason I'm a little sad is because I know the perfect reason why they would split up, why Tristan would let him go and Amri wouldn't have to try explain to him. It's not that hard to guess, I just feel really bad for Amri already xD [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 22, 2009 16:49:38 GMT -8
Amri looked down at his head as Tristan hugged him yet again. He had to say goodbye now, and just leave him with a pleasant thought of a man who gave him money and played with him. That would be something nice to leave off on, even if it would make Tristan a little sad right now, instead of Amri going off to hide and being found by him. They could leave on a simple bittersweet note and maybe Amri would see him again to give him more money and try to teach him more, and that could be that.
But at always, his bad luck seemed to catch up to him. He sensed the men coming up from behind him through the ground, through his feet, and he sighed. How had he known this would happen? Experience, and the knowledge that life would never give him a chance. He would deal with it like Tristan wasn't even that. "You know what's stupid? People who think they can become stronger by sneaking up on those who already are strong. I choose my own opponents," he said, closing his eyes and then opening them, "and you know what's even stupider? People who think they can sneak up on me."
In one solid and smooth movement, Amri swung around and, using Banryuu, knocked the man's sword out of his weak grip. There was obviously no strategy to this attack, a major flaw. All he had to do was thrust Banryuu forward to slice him through the stomach, causing him to cry out and stop advancing. Then, Amri brought Banryuu up and down to slice across his chest, and with that, he was dead. One of the others still felt the need to attack, though the other ran away. Amri wondered why that man was staying until he lifted up a crossbow and aimed it at Amri's face and fired. However, Amri was prepared and used Banryuu to cut the bolt in two before it hit him. The man's eye's widened, but then he aimed lower. For a moment Amri thought he was playing dirty and aiming for a certain intimate spot, but then he realized that Tristan was right behind him and the man would be able to hit him if he want between Amri's legs. Growling, he swung Banryuu in front like a shield and the bolt bounced right off. And the second he saw Tristan was safe, he tossed Banryuu aside and leaped forward, tossing the crossbow out of the man's hands and grabbing a bolt out of his quiver and using it to stab him in the stomach. He reached up to whack Amri aside, but he nimbly avoided the arm and came back up with both hands to reach up to his neck and crack it in one movement, causing him to fall to the ground.
It was all over now, but Amri didn't want to turn around. He knew the expression that would be on Tristan's face, but maybe it would be better to just face it and never have him see him again. His profession, his strength...who he was...made it not easy for him to know anyone that was weak. It made him think that even if there was an afterlife, it wouldn't matter, because she would hate him because it was because of him that she died. She wouldn't want anything to do with him, and Tristan would be the same, so he may as well deal with it. Slowly, he turned around, with blood on his hands. "See?" he said darkly.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 22, 2009 17:52:00 GMT -8
Everything had just happened so fast. One minute Tristan was standing with his new best friend, as he'd decided Amri was, and then the next second Amri had turned into a monster, a mean monster. A monster that was hurting people, and hurting them badly. He'd even been able to tell just by Amri's voice that he was different, because he no longer sounded at all nice, but instead like a really mean, bad person.
Tristan just stood there, completely frozen in place, his eyes wide in terror as he watched Amri kill the two men. Red stuff was coming out of them, and lots of it. It was the sort of red stuff that came out of him whenever he hurt himself, but they were hurt realy badly because there was a lot of red stuff. More than he'd ever seen on someone, and the men were crying out in pain. Amri's sword was no longer shiny and pretty anymore, either. Now it was splattered with the red stuff, and it looked hungry and evil, and like it wanted to eat more.
Finally the two men weren't moving any more, and Tristan wanted to run over to them, to make them wake up...but that would involve getting past Amri, and Tristan was scared now. He stumbled back a few steps as Amri turned to face him, noticing the splatters of red stuff all over him. He let out a whimper of fear, and tears were streaming down his face. He wasn't sure whether he was crying in fear or because he was sad for the two men...maybe it was both. He covered his eyes with his hands, like he was hiding, half turning away from Amri as he let out muffled sobs and tried to stop thinking of all the blood, and tried to stop wondering whether Amri was going to hurt him next.
It was then, when the fear that Amri was going to hurt him when his will to survive kicked in, sending a sort of endorphin through his small body. That's when the change started. Tristan felt pain everywhere all at once and his back arched backwards and he cried out in pain, his hands falling away from his face as his body relaxed for a moment, so that he stood there, already out of breath and his face twisted into a look of pain. For just a moment he met Amri's eyes, and he quickly looked away, more pain flowing through him. Next he fell to his hands and knees, his back arching once again as his body began to change. He whimpered and cried out in pain as hair sprouted from his body and his face elongated into a muzzle, his teeth lengthening and sharpening to produce fangs. His nails grew, his legs change and his ears changed into those of a wolf, and only a few moments later a young wolf stood there, the size of an adult wolf though no where near the size of an adult werewolf.
This had happened to Tristan before, and he'd always been pleased to find that he could control himself in this form. He hadn't meant to change forms, that had been he fear and the will to survive kicking in, but he was in wolf form now, he might as well use it. He turned on Amri, his upper lip pulling back to reveal menacing looking fangs as he growled at Amri, crouching as though preparing to spring. Now, he wouldn't hurt Amri...he'd never forget that Amri had been his friend, had giving him some coins...so no, he wouldn't hurt Amri, just scare him away. Or hopefully scare him away, at least._________________________________________ Words: 641 Mood: Okay Notes: >D xD [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 22, 2009 18:26:39 GMT -8
It actually hurt Amri to see the fear in Tristan's eyes, like for once he didn't actually want someone to be scared of him even though they were weak. He had been hoping something like this wouldn't happen, but in the back of his mind, he had always known how this would end, because it seemed like that was part of the curse, part of the Blue-Eyed Curse, that he would always be doomed to walk alone, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. But it didn't really matter though, now did it? He was still the strongest.
However, his eyes flashed when Tristan transformed and revealed himself to be a wolf. What was this? Was he a werewolf? Maybe he wasn't as weak as he seemed...anger pulsated through him, wondering if this had all just been a trick to get money out of him. His fists clenched as he strengthened his stance. God, how he hated anything that wasn't human...not to say he liked humans all that much, but everything else were just plain cheaters, using skills they hadn't even worked for, like he had. They had no idea about the desires humans had.
But he remembered his grin, his squeals, and the way he wrapped his arms around his legs. He was just scared. He was just surviving...like him, so he couldn't attack him, not like he was just some werewolf. Sucking in a deep breath, he slowly wiped his hands on his sash that was already red so it wouldn't show as easily, and then he lowered himself to the ground, like he was saying that he was done. "They were going to hurt you," he said, even though he knew he couldn't make himself understood. He should just leave, for he knew this wasn't something he could explain without using words, but he couldn't just leave now.
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