Bankai/shikai unlocked -------------------------------- hollow mask form Rewards: +35 Stat Points and Ability to learn Hollow skills and travel to Hueco Mundo as well as the ability to put on their mask and boost a stat of their choice by +10 per 100/Reiatsu; The boost costs 10 SP +2 SP per post to keep active. The boost lasts no more than 4 Posts +1 Post per 200 Reiatsu. ------------------------------- Speed: 40 Strength: 50 Defense: 40 Stamina: 40 Intelligence: 28 Spiritual Power: 65
Suki looks at the cat and sees that he has been able to damage suki ,looks at his shoulder and laughs loudly and holds his face ,and grunts in pain yelling," This sensation this wonderful taste of being hurt is making me go crazy" ,suki inner hollow then begins to take over and his mask forms on his face," Hehehe Looks like you were to weak again to fight another hallow NOW IT'S MY TIME TO RIP THEM TO SHREDS." the inner hallow taking over suki mind making him go into a frenzy then,dashes at lighting grabbing her by the neck and smahses her head in and continuously beat the hallows head in then tosses it to the side and flash step to the other hallow that damaged his shoulder and he takes his blade and looks at him ,"Bankai !!",suki then suddenly increases his spiritual pressure showing his bankai his blade in a firery flame and as it slowly oozes off flames , He then release his second ability ,Subete wa tokeru ,and swings is blade manically loosing 6 se two huge flames come fourth at the hallow and they singe everything in there path and suki quickly dashes at the hallow cutting it's leg off and slicing his arm off,suki inner hallow takeing over making him use most of his power,"HAHA yes yes more more fight me make me bleed i want to see you pled for your life,"
ability's that suki has used
Attack 1 Name: Subete wa tokeru Name Meaning: everything will melt away Ability:This ability allows suki to swing his blade fourth at the enemy creating two huge fire waves that can reach up to 40 feet wide and 40 feet of distance outward.The wave has the speed =to suki's speed,and attack power = to suki's attack power,+20 -this effect cost 3 SE/use with a 2 post cool-down
- Suki's zanpakuto has reach up to 10 ft. passively his sword emits off flames oozing from his blade that can melt away at someones armor from each swing on contact the sword get's hotter causing it to melt through things faster. he can extend his blade up to 12 feet.
ability he has not yet used
Attack 2 Name: Shitsuyōna honō Name Meaning: Persistent Flame Ability: this abilty makes the sword able to drain the opens defense away from them every strike takes -10 defense from the target slowly taking them down , this will cost suki 4SE/use,it has the abilty is = to suki strength 50 and the duration will = to suki's stamina=40,attack speed=40 if there strength is higher than sukis this will not affect them in any way also this abilty can only drain the single person taking up to 20 strength,snice it takes it's toll on suki.
Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 3:31 pm
Thunder was about to help Kantarou with Suki when he sees Brandon slaying many of his pack. The now enraged wolf fires several Bala at Brandon then he uses Negacion to send most of his pack back to Hueco Mundo. Once that is done he launches himself at the human biting him on the arm just below the shoulder. He then turns to face Suki once more not sure how to face this strange individual after a seconds thought he uses Negacion on the rest of the pack including his mate sending them to hueco mundo. He does not use the skill on Kantarou however as the cat could either escape on his own or use the garganta the Thunder opens next. Once the garganta his open he grabs Brandon by the leg and drags him to hueco mundo. If possible Thunder would return and continue his fight with Suki but for now he needed to tend to his pack. And gather even more of his pack from the vast lands of hueco mundo.
Lightning snarls and tries to get at Brandon but Thunder is in her way. After a moment though she turns her attention to Suki after watching a change come the other opponent she then yelps as Suki grabs her and proceeds to thrash her. She lays very still when suki tosses her away.
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word count Thunder 174 x 1.7 + 1,753.7 = 2,049.5 Lightning 53 x 1.7 + 802.4 = 892.5
Brandon felt a change within himself all a sudden, the bite that happened changed Brandon's spiritual energy. His spiritual energy gushed out awakening his fullbring but awakened something much darker, Brandon's eyes are in shock as he felt a hollow side to himself. Before he could ever figure out and think what happened, Thunder grabbed him and he witnessed how angry Lightning looked at him. Deep down he was upset with himself but before he could say sorry, he was dragged off to Hueco Mundo.
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 2:07 pm
After taking a long drag off a cigarette the tall blonde closes her eyes and leans her head back, lost in thought. As she slowly lets the smoke escape her lips she just keeps replaying the same scenes over and over in her head. The previous night she'd had another dream; a nightmare, really. She was in a large mansion in the forest, one that she felt like she knew incredibly well. Events happened, like usual, but it was just strange. It felt so... real. Like she'd been there before, but she knew she'd never been anywhere like that. She'd hardly ever been out of the city as it was.
A sudden shattering of glass drew her out of the daze that she was in, making her sit up and look around, still leaning against the dumpster she'd been occupying. She noticed a broken beer bottle down near the end of the alley, and saw a man and woman walking towards her. She knew them; they were regulars at the bar that she hung around. She nodded to them, and the man nodded back.
"Sup, Misery."
The man had a low, rough voice. He came off pretty intimidating but he was a good man, despite all the tattoos, scars, and leather. The skinny woman that was with him was about the same, just way more ditzy and out of it. She was drugged up most of the time, but she was a nice woman. Camille didn't mind either of them, which was pretty strange for her.
The two left the alley shortly after, entering a side door into the bar, and Camille once more found herself completely alone. It was another typical night for her; go in, play a show, get some tip money and some free booze and head back to her tiny little apartment that she shared with a sleaze bag from the bar, fall asleep, rinse and repeat. To be truthful she was starting to get really tired of doing the same things over and over again; living this life that meant damned near nothing. With an annoyed sigh she took another drag off the cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stomping it out with her tattered old boot.
As she made her way towards the side door to the bar she concentrated a bit, pulling the door open with her mind. A smirk formed on her lips as she entered, the door closing behind her. Having telekinetic abilities came in handy a lot, and she loved it.
The inside of the bar was pretty typical of a lower-class bar. It wasn't necessarily the worst place in the city, but it certainly wasn't the best, either. As soon as she entered she headed down the tight hallway towards the main area, squeezing past the man and woman from before who were making out in the middle of the hall. She rolled her eyes at them as she squeezed past, taking a turn and finding herself near the stage. It was pretty dimly lit inside and there were already quite a number of people there despite it being relatively early in the evening. It looked like most of them were there just to have a casual drink with friends and some food, which was cool. And then there were the regulars in the corners of the room, multiple drinks in, just waiting. They were the ones she always had to keep an eye out for.
"You about ready for the show, Misery?"
Camille looked over her shoulder to see the bar manager looking back at her. He had a bar towel draped over his shoulder and was holding a pint of beer that he handed her. She took it and smirked back at him, taking a drink before winking at him.
"You know I'm always ready to just get out of here."
The bar manager chuckled lightly at her and shook his head, walking back towards the bar. That was her queue, which she knew all too well by that point. Taking one last drink off the beer she set it down at a nearby table and started making her way backstage, taking in a deep breath.
Within about ten minutes she was up on stage, a guitar strapped across her chest and the microphone stand in front of her. She whistled to get everyone's attention. She gave a small introduction, which no one really seemed to care about and then, after clearing her throat, she started playing. It was a song she'd sang many times before, but she really didn't care. It was fun -- or at least it used to be -- and all she really wanted to do was get done and get out of there.
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xxx Aizawa was thoroughly surprised at Zera's choice of dining establishment. Not only was it not the sort of food he'd pictured her as choosing to eat, it was a rather shady place as well. Definitely not the sort of place where you wanted to discuss matters of importance. Not unless you were a drug dealer and could mean mug something fierce. Perhaps it wasn't that bad and perhaps it was something akin to paternal instincts kicking in, but he didn't like this sort of place for Zera, but she had said she wanted to out for ice cream after this and a nice talk on a bench or at a parlor over ice cream seemed a much better environment to do so, so they would do eat here first. He had to assure himself that Zera's confidence in a place like this was not unfounded and that she indeed could take on any of these ruffians without so much as a finger lifted. But, he did see that the Nen of the girl singing on stage was far more powerful than any one else in the building other than Zera or himself. Her Nen was a slightly different shade from Zera's implying that she was heavily human in birth. Likely a different bloodline of sorts, similar to Quincy, but not. Long ago, he'd found out that the races had their own specific coloring when it came to Nen. Hollows showed up as a variant of red. Shinigami showed up as a variant of yellow. Humans showed up as a variant of blue. Elves showed up as a variant of green. And while these were the primary races that he encountered in day to day activity, there were others that he noticed from time to time. Quincy often appeared as a blue-ish green while other humans often called Telekinetics appeared a more blue-ish purple. These could shift and change and the lines blurred. Aizawa's own signature appeared significantly more green than other Quincies due to his elven heritage. While Zera's, as a "normal" human appeared very slightly purple in color. Bounts, on the other hand tended to favor their more sinister side and often appeared as an orange. Magis appearing as purple. Blanks appeared as a brown color, often dull most of the time and depending on how they awaken, this color either grows more yellow in color or red. The same goes with an of the other classes he'd encountered. Depending on how the soul lived it's life, it's color would shift. Often immensely slowly, but at times of crucial decision in a person's life, you can see a visible alteration in hue. At least to some degree. This girl on stage an indigo hue, but it more favored blue in some respect, which led him to believe that she was heavily human in some fashion. The cool color comforted him where as warmer colored signatures often put him on edge. Just as Zera seemed to be enthralled with the singer, Aizawa's focus shifted to her, as well.
That was, at least, until Zera's food arrived. The waiter brought the food to the table and sat it down by the young girl as she sat, fully turned around in her seat, watching the blonde perform. Aizawa shook his head playfully and smirked as he nabbed a nacho from Zera's plate. It was strange thinking that he was technically primarily human in heritage, the Quincy being born from the human race. His tastes were very elven in fashion. Simple. Those from Earth had such unique tastes. But, he couldn't deny their merit. The girl's set was finishing up and Aizawa nudged Zera. "I'll be back. Don't get yourself in trouble." Aizawa laughed as he turned to head towards the restrooms by the exit. He glanced back at the performer, her Nen's color not being what truly interested him, but it's saturation. It was a lot brighter of a color than most people let alone those in the bar. She stood out like a light to him, the only three lights in this small cramped bar besides a few flickering lights who likely had yet to awaken their latent potential. He then glanced back at Zera who seemed totally captivated by the show. He was unsure on his feelings for Zera. Things were far more simple with Shinra. It was the relationship of master and servant and friend to friend, although some may have not seen that side of their relationship, or even if they had ever viewed it as such. While with Zera, on the other hand, she was perhaps what one could call a friend. She was a trustworthy ally. And she was definitely friendly, but Aizawa felt something more akin to what he would expect one to feel for their child, but perhaps to a far lesser extent. He was unsure on how to act around her and at times it made him somewhat uncomfortable. He knew that she had lost her parents at a young age and he did not want to intrude on her life as a stand in for a parental unit. Heavens knows that he was unsuited for a role such as that. He sighed, conflicted with himself. At times he felt the inclination to be more than the leader figure he knew that he had to be, but he was hesitant both for not intruding and also for . . . Well, for lack of a better term, not coming off as a creep. As he had learned in these past several months, humans lived in a very perverse society and he had witnessed several instances of . . . deplorable behavior towards younger women even girls as young as Zera and it frankly made him immensely uncomfortable and perhaps unreasonably wary of how he came off at times. He didn't even know how to begin explaining his situation to others, nor did he find the need to, so he simply didn't bother.
He left for the restroom, did his business and washed up. But, as he was leaving the restroom, a now familiar face walked by, heading out the front door to the bar.
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As Camille sang her song she noticed two very distinct people walking into the bar. One of them had such a strong, bright energy that it made her almost feel worried for a moment, and the person he was with -- tiny as she was -- had an incredibly strong signature as well. She watched them for a little while; watched them as they sat down, got food, and just did their thing. The little one, a young girl who in no way was in the right element, kept her eyes on her the entire show. The entire, entire show.
The piece was over shortly after it began; she was only going to play one song and get out of there, take the few measly tips she could scrounge up and go back to her crap apartment in the south end. As soon as she finished she did her little outro, threw up her hands in thanks, and walked back down the stage.
The crowd that night was particularly unmoved, which was mildly annoying but also made it easier for her to just slip out. Back behind the stage in the green room she cased up the guitar she used and set it aside -- wasn't even hers, just one a couple others that played at the bar pitched in for and let her borrow. She heard a voice behind her and turned around to see the bar owner, coming up to give her the tips she'd gotten. He dropped it in her hand and left her alone, leaving her to just look at the tiny amount of funds in her palm. She cursed a bit under her breath and stuffed it in her pocket, grabbing a cigarette from her other and heading out front to leave.
As she pushed her way through the bar someone tried to grab her. She yelled at them to get off and yanked her arm away, looking back at them for a moment to see a typical sleaze bag she'd seen around before. He made her uneasy, as did his little friends. As she turned back to leave she saw the same man from before, this time near the bathrooms. He had that energy; a very, very strong energy. This time, though, instead of making her feel nervous, it almost made her feel comfortable in a way. But she just turned away and headed out the door.
As soon as she got outside she started walking down the sidewalk, reaching in her pocket for her lighter. She tried lighting her cigarette but stopped walking, trying and failing over and over to get it to light. She lit it over and over but nothing happened. Cursing, she threw the lighter to the ground, shattering it. Sighing and looking up she suddenly found herself surrounded by four guys, and the one looking dead at her was the one from the bar.
"Where y'think y'r goin', girl?"
He smiled at her, crooked, rotten teeth showing behind his cracked lips. She narrowed her eyes at him, not taking her eyes off of his.
"I'm going back to the same s---hole I always go to. Where do you think, you idiot?"
The man smirked and chuckled lightly, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. The other three laughed lightly too. When he looked back at her his smirk was gone, replaced by a glare, and he reached up, grabbing her by the shirt and pushing her back into the alley.
"Don't think so, little chick. Think y'r gonna give us all y'r money first."
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xxx Aizawa began to follow Camille out of the door to compliment her on her performance and to inquire about her abilities. He found it hard to let talent go without at least talking to them. Before he even managed to get a few steps towards the door, however, a group of four men pushed him aside and barreled past him, obviously on a mission. Aizawa's brow lowered in frustration. Of course these men wouldn't know what he was capable of and he should be far above letting rude behavior like such affect him, but he couldn't help it. His hand clenched tight and his bow string drawing finger twitched a hair. He calmed himself, adjusting the small black priest's hat upon his head as he inhaled and exhaled before following the men out of the door. He had a new objective, which was to trail these men who seemed very obviously up to no good given the manner with which they barged out of the bar.
Aizawa left the bar, following the men out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk, the men walking at a much faster pace than he. He wasn't about to start storming after them, but he had to lengthen his strides just to keep them within view. They made a turn and Aizawa feared that he'd lost them, but luckily they had come to a stop and gathered around . . . The girl from the bar. Aizawa's heart sank as he realized what these men were after. He had just been worried over how his relationship with Zera would be perceived and contemplating the deplorable people in this world and men like these were sharing the same bar. Things like this sort of shook him a bit and made him contemplate how to protect Earth against itself. Regardless, he stepped forward determined to face this problem as equally as possible. He could scare these guys off easily and he knew that Camille likely could as well, given her strong spiritual presence. But, he had something personal to sort out with these fellows.
Coming up behind the man who had pushed her into the alleyway, Aizawa tapped the burly gentleman on the shoulder. "Excuse me. I don't have any cash, but do you accept credit?" Aizawa would question, before strengthening his hand with Chi and pounding a fist straight into the street tough's nose. He shook his hand from the impact, regretting that he wasn't allowing himself to go all out on these thugs. His physical abilities were far less especially when he only augmented his strength with the barest amount of chi, not even tapping into his deeper reservoir of spiritual energy or Nen. He barely only had a moment to react as one of the smaller men dashed for Camille, he went to dash after him, but a slender woman and incredibly massive man cornered him. The man came up behind him and pulled his arms behind his back. "Let's see how tough you are now" the thug said to him in a failed attempt at intimidation. Aizawa groaned, looking down at the thug's boss down at his feet before flinching in surprise, finally seeing the knife in the woman's hand before him. He was vastly tempted to draw upon his Quincy powers to deal with these guys, but he had something to prove to himself as well. Aizawa breathed in and out before swinging his body forward into a kick straight into the woman's chin. He regretted having to hit an earthen woman, but he was used to women of other races being equally as capable as men, and you learned not to hold back at a young age . . . even though in a way, that was exactly what he was doing in this fight. Even as the woman crumpled before him, he continued his momentum and used his chi to send out a burst from his hands, a move he was also trying to avoid using, but it was a comprise that he needed to make. The man yelped in surprise as his body was hit with a powerful force, knocking him back into the building on the otherside of the alley from them. Aizawa grimaced as he looked at the man before turning to deal with the last individual. Of course he should've known better when in the presence of someone with Camille's potential.
He approached Camille with an apologetic expression on his face. "The name's Aizawa. Aizawa Khalid, and I'm sorry I missed you taking that guy out." he spoke genuinely, but a faint smile appeared on his face. He shrugged, looking at the individuals before him. "I actually wanted to have a word with you about--" he began, but just as the words began to leave his lips, a powerful burst of energy came from the Residential District. For the second time in a short span, his heart sank. This time it felt like it would drop straight through the soles of his shoes. The Jokaisho Pillar! He needed to-- Zera! Knowing the young witch, she would rush in ahead of him to check out what it was. The last time the Pillar was active, it was more than a pain to handle, let alone the hordes of Hollows that it attracted. "I have a feeling we have something much larger on our hands. I hate to ask this of you on such short notice, but this city is in desperate need of some help." he gestured towards the direction that the spike in energy had come from and hoped that he wasn't being too abrupt in asking for assistance. Not only did he want to let this opportunity go to make an ally in this woman, but he also needed to gain as much support to deal with this Pillar as possible. He got the feeling that big things were coming their way and that all of Earth needed to rally together and be prepared for what was to come.
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As soon as she was shoved into the alley she got pissed. She really, really wished that people would just learn that she shouldn't be messed with. At least not low level scum like these fools. She was about to start fighting back when she saw that same guy from before coming up behind them and then, much to her surprise, he tapped on one of the men's shoulders and then... knocked him right out.
She couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the whole thing unfold. Camille watched them fight it out for a moment before she saw the only other guy coming at her. Sighing, she shook her head lightly at him and raised her hand to the side lightly, a nearby garbage can lifting off the ground before flying at him. It hit him right in the side and knocked him over a bit, but he still kept up on his feet. Rolling her eyes she lifted her hand again, an old beer bottle from nearby lifting into the air and then flying into her hand. She flipped it over to grab the neck of the bottle as she walked over to the man, swinging back and striking him across the head with the bottle.
And just like that, everything was over. She looked back at the man from the bar and just nodded at him. He managed to take out the other three thugs while she'd taken out one. A pity, really, that a man had come to her rescue.
"Could've handled them myself, you know. Not the first time this's happened. Won't be the last. Scum never stays gone long."
She said it somewhat low so if he didn't hear her she wouldn't be surprised. As he walked over to her she pulled a flask out of her shirt, tipping it up and taking a swig before tucking it away once he introduced himself. She smirked when he said he wished he'd seen her take out the dude. She looked over at him and shook her head lightly, looking back over to him just as he started talking again.
A small rumble she felt suddenly, just faint enough to feel because she was standing still. For a moment she looked away, trying to see if perhaps a large vehicle was going by nearby, but then looked back to the man -- Aizawa -- as he started to speak again. When he asked her for her help she scoffed and shook her head, placing a hand on her hip.
"If you're one of those section 9 idiots I already told them I don't want anything to do with them."
She sighed lightly, rubbing at the back of her neck. She looked at him and saw a look in his eyes, though, that made her feel that he wasn't actually with them. He was someone else, someone who knew things. Who might be able to help her. Taking in a deep breath, she shook her head lightly and then through up her hand.
"But, fine, fine. Lead the way, cap'n. You get a trial run."
【Repress】x★x【Restrain】x★x【Restrict】 SPD: 05 x★xSTR: 05 x★xDEF: 05 x★xSTA: 10 x★xINT: 05 x★xSP: 05 ═════════════════════════════════ Kaede sat in her room alone. Like any other day. She was basked in a green light from the screen of her computer, bouncing off of the lens of her glasses. The sickly light illuminated the room in a ghostly, otherworldly way. Kaede's pale skin was a complexion of pallid that had likely never seen the sun. Or had seen the sun one day a year. She typed away at her computer, frangible fingers plucking away at the keys in experienced strokes. Kaede moved like a pianist, and her keyboard was her ivory. Blank faces and masked figures stared in vacuous silence. Collectible mannequins sat on glass pedestals, their painted eyes devoid of life and completely undiscriminating. Posters lined her walls, each one a priceless piece in its own right. Kaede coughed into her sleeve once, the sleeve of an oversized sweater. It was comfortable and warm. Much like the baggy sweat-pants she wore on her slender frame, hiding her ghostly pale legs. Her toes were uncovered, for she didn't need to wear any footwear if she never planned to leave the room. Soon her father would be back, this time he said he would be bringing a surprise. She looked forward to seeing him, with what little time she got to spend. She should be grateful, after all he did put her up in this apartment. A seventeen year old girl living on her own with help from her daddy's money. Unheard of. Luckily it was spring break, so she didn't have to worry about going to school for a few more days. She had all the time to just sit and absorb the information she was delving into on the web. Or play games. Whatever caught her fancy at the time. After all, there was no one to disturb her. "Whoa." She mouthed breathlessly as she read today's headline. A massive explosion down in the residential district. Major casualties. She couldn't believe it. It had to have something to do with that pillar that showed up. She was sure of it. If she could only get a closer look. It fascinated her. She obssessed over it. Now it had been destroyed. Perhaps she could help with rescue efforts. Hand out water? No no. She couldn't leave the safety of her room after all. People couldn't harm her in here. No one could judge her by her looks or how she acted in the comfort of her room. Or hurt her.
James waved good-by to the shop keeper. He wanted to explore a place in town. Which he had not been to before. All of these years living in town. He had never been to the old abandoned hospital on the edge of town. It was somewhat of a jog to that place. From where he currently was in town. Though he decided to walk instead of running or jogging. He started down the dirt sidewalk. Buildings with different shops on each side of him. The man who had taken him in. Owned a shop which saw little business. It sold grab and go items. Like ramen in a plastic cup. Or hotdogs if you were in the mood for that. The primary business were from highschool students. Though as highschool students go. They never have much money to spend. It was easy work for him at least. There wasn't much cooking required. Because there were not that many customers. Though he felt an obligation to help out the man he considered a friend. A friendly food vendor waved to James. That shop sold meat and vegetables grilled on a stick. It was quite tasty. Then again, that shop had been open for twenty years. The owner of the kabob shop had never hired a single person to work for him. He was moderately wealthy, though his family had abandoned him. I guess if his family were still in the picture. He may have been more charitable in his hiring of people. (251 words)
Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2018 11:12 am
James stopped for a second. To ponder a thought he was having. His parents had disowned him out of fear. Though his little brother had not. Then again, his brother had grown up. With his parents telling them James could not be trusted. Or maybe Alex had rebelled against his parents. Choosing to believe his brother was a heroe. Or at very least, someone not to be feared. James stopped spacing out for a second to look overhead. The screeching of a gull caught his attention. The bird was rather large for a seagull. (94 words)
The seagull had a left eye. Which didn't seem to be quite right. It was larger than the other one. James shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk down the dirt road. He continued down that road with shops on all sides of him. Some were closed. Others were open. Then there were those shops. Which hadn't been open in anyone's recent memory. Those shops looked quite old. He looked at a wall at one of the buildings. Which had been closed for along time. Part of the wall had a mark. Like a rake had been scraped against the wall. The impression in the wall wasn't all that deep. It was an old building after all. James took a few steps closer to the wall. He leaned forward slightly focusing on the wall. The scratches were arced. Almost like they were made by some type of claw. Though he didn't know of any animal that had claws that large. The creature he had encountered five years ago. Had no claws at all. In fact, it had no arms to begin with. The creature was mostly black with a body. Which seemed to be completely unformed. As though a shadow had taken physical form. Its face was really more of a mask. A sort of white and grey mix. Though the color was more of a grey hue than white. Now that he thought about it. That creature hadn't attacked anyone. In fact, its very presence was somewhat neutral. It was only his families fear of the creature. Which had made it necessary to attack the creature. His feelings had been different from the rest of his families. He wasn't scared of the creature exactly. He just wanted to protect them from the creature. Though, if it were neutral. Why did he have to act in the first place? Perhaps his subconscious had known something his conscious mind had not. James stopped day dreaming and looked to his left.
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