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- Posted: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 17:57:26 +0000
He absolutely [********] hated these people; their fake smiles, and obnoxious laughter. Every aspect of who they were, these Sigil-Natives, burned him like hot coals. Even what they called 'misery', those mongrels begging in the streets, left him feeling more angry than anything.
Not that Eric was ever -not- angry.
For months now he'd been "out of town", so to speak; traversing the planes to cash in some very specific debts, and make a few final payments. Freelance work left him plenty of freedom, sure...work as you wished...but his reputation for violence had tightened the proverbial noose around his resume. Not everyone wanted their business handled in blood, or signed in it.
Which, as the Savage Tiger smiled at the thought, was a shame.
Life had certainly been good to the former street fighter, and his muscular frame sported fresh new digs. He'd opted to play up his title; sporting orange, horizontal, stripes down his arms and legs. They'd been sewn into the material of his clothing, and favored a more natural look; which, of course, matched the ferocious hunting-cat that seemed as if it would come leaping from his back at any moment. Embroidered in silver, dripping, letters above that mighty predator was a single word...Savage.
Eric really liked his custom black-leather-jacket, and had paid good money for it; enjoying both the comfortable fit, and memories it evoked.
Old habits died hard, though, and he still complimented that particular item with his usual; a form-fitting, white, t-shirt that clearly displayed the musculature of his torso. Every step, every twist of his body, sending obvious ripples up the various tendons. That drew the eye down, where it would stop on a silvered-belt buckle in the shape of a tiger's head; silently roaring above the baggy, black cargo-style military fatigues that it held in place.
While his night-dark boots concealed the wrappings on his feet, a hint of them remained visible at the edge of Eric's sleeves; patches of dried blood still somewhat visible, albeit in varying states of age.
However, beyond all of that...more vivid, and terrible, than even his fast-growing reputation...were those golden-brown eyes. They burned bright, despite the shadow of his shaggy black hair, and drew the attention of -any- who dared hazard him a glance. Few did in these busy streets, but the rare passer-by who had?
They dared not linger long.
Truthfully, Eric had only come back to The City of Doors for -one- reason. Why he'd chosen to walk down main-street in the Market Ward, and make his return so...very...obvious.
He was here to finish what he started...
The Savage Tiger was going to kill Tresondros Ecstuffuan.
Tres Ecstuffuan
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