Admiration for a Hound
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Admiration for a Hound
Sat Jul 13, 2019 10:27 pm
VASTIME'S TECHNOMAGE
There were truly no words that could properly be used to describe how loyal she was to her organization. "My life belongs to Vastime." It was uttered many times and confirmed just as much, and yet even if she uttered the phrase a thousand times, no one would ever truly understand how loyal she was to the collective of warriors and individuals with their goals pledged towards progress, towards the protection of earth and its inhabitants.
It was never mere bravado and most who questioned it would likely face every manner of humiliation she could provide. In a word, it was they who gave her a purpose, who defined her livelihood and those who she aimed to give her very best.
Each invention, each concept was written out on paper, was not merely meant to be a passing fancy or an item used for a cheap thrill. No, she felt that as collective, they required items that would serve them on the battlefield, against the supernatural threats of the world. Hayden had victoriously overcome one of Shadowfall's strongest warriors in Ravan.
It was a momentary victory but one she still took pride in. Even so, she could not help but feel envious... because lately, she felt that she was hardly doing anything but creating from the background.
She knew it was a role she was best suited to, but to see the warriors successfully accumulating victories and analyzing them... she could not help but feel that slight sense of envy. Self-doubt would get her nowhere. Somewhere within the plains of Africa, she sat by a river, tinkering around with her compact lab as she reflected on where she should go from here, how she could aid her comrades in this war...
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Re: Admiration for a Hound
Thu Jan 16, 2020 1:26 am
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ENTER THE WARHOUND
Vastime had won battles on almost every continent, each one gaining them fame and fervor among their people. With their king having secured a vital blow to Shadowfall things where good, but what many did not know was the hidden cost. For every inch of land they took, Vastimian blood turned the world red. Each soldier which was cut down added to the flame which took hold of their people. It was by their blood the earth would be free'd, and it would be by their vows of vengeance which would be the means of doing it.
For Atlas d'al Decter entered lab his mixed eyes of hazel and blue, one being mechanical, seemed to burn with all the intensity she knew of him. The general of their forces, the right hand to the king, and a man who had personally led the European invasion. But there was something different about him, for where his left arms should be was nothing. Below the elbow it was simply gone, his sleeve folded upwards.
"I trust your efforts are well, Asha?"
That firm voice, seemed to be unconcerned with his arm. If this was a facade or not couldn't be told, such a hard man to decipher. But he seemed off slightly, as he approached her he still held that immense piercing gaze. As if, if only for this moment, she held his complete attention.
ENTER THE WARHOUND
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Vastime had won battles on almost every continent, each one gaining them fame and fervor among their people. With their king having secured a vital blow to Shadowfall things where good, but what many did not know was the hidden cost. For every inch of land they took, Vastimian blood turned the world red. Each soldier which was cut down added to the flame which took hold of their people. It was by their blood the earth would be free'd, and it would be by their vows of vengeance which would be the means of doing it.
For Atlas d'al Decter entered lab his mixed eyes of hazel and blue, one being mechanical, seemed to burn with all the intensity she knew of him. The general of their forces, the right hand to the king, and a man who had personally led the European invasion. But there was something different about him, for where his left arms should be was nothing. Below the elbow it was simply gone, his sleeve folded upwards.
"I trust your efforts are well, Asha?"
That firm voice, seemed to be unconcerned with his arm. If this was a facade or not couldn't be told, such a hard man to decipher. But he seemed off slightly, as he approached her he still held that immense piercing gaze. As if, if only for this moment, she held his complete attention.
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