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 And so, it came. It came the time that all things would begin to shift, the time for all things to slowly take notice. Now was the time of change. Torajin did not know too much of change. Hell, Torajin would even go as far as to say that he disliked change, but this poor Beastkin did not know any better. Change was new to him, new to this world. Change was unlike him.
This is the beginning of the tale of Torajin, a Beastkin who, at a young age, was locked away in the underground against his own wishes, and through intensely strong training and adaptation, grew to be one with the caves and caverns, the stalactites and the stalagmites. This is the tale of a Beastkin, a tale that ensued change in the biggest way for this creature. This was the tale... of Torajin.
The underground. It was quiet, for the most part, and people didn't really know what was going on. Hell, some people didn't even know if the surface existed in the underground, but today, that was all going to change. Torajin was sleeping at the time, lying lazily on one of the tall buildings in the underground. Torajin's body was that of an extraordinary build, superior in physiology to any human in the underground. He stood at about 6'11", just a mere inch away from a staggering 7 feet tall. His body was built, yet lean, perfection for hunting, endurance, and stamina, with his body covered in yellow-orange fur with blackish brown stripes amongst his shoulders, his thick, strong trail, his cheeks, and on his forearms and calves, which were covered by bandages. His face surprisingly had humanistic features, round tiger-like ears hanging on either side with a spiky yet somewhat stylish mane going down his back. Amongst Torajin's body was a brown vest with white lining, his pants being held up by a large black belt, brown as well with pea-green lining on the pockets and at the ends of the leggings, where a pea-green fabric covered off the tattered part of the pants. His shoes were open-toed and showed his feet, where large, sharp, black claws could be seen. His hands had sharp claws as well, but they were often seen balled into fists. Coming out Torajin's backside was a hole that let his thick, heavy tail run freely. On either side of his hip were two-what seemed like-large daggers, though a human would clearly call them swords.
It just so happened that on this day of change, Torajin woke up to the sound of the explosion, the drilling, and most of all to him, the scent of something he never smelled before: The air of the surface. Torajin, whose sole duty was to protect the inhabitants of the Underground City, jerked up quickly, his ears perking up as he fastened the communication collar around his neck. He got up quietly, perched on the building for a sec to listen to more sounds before suddenly vanishing like a flash. He jumped and leaped on all fours from building to building until he found a long, long, and I mean LONG pathway that lead up to where the event might have taken place. His eyes narrowed to see something he had never seen before, and at this, Torajin's protective guards and instinct were immediately on the rise. What he saw that was so bizarre to him was something inhuman, or even to say, void of life. It was a big hunk of metal with some sort of structure, and a large, pointy, swirly thing that pointed at the underground city.
At this, Torajin snarled and ran unbelievably fast to the site at hand, and he watched as a few people, counting five that might or might not have been from the underground came out, and one man, a man from the outside, was talking to them. While continuously running forth on all fours, his eyes noted that the man from the underground held a gun to the outsider, and whatever situation it was, Torajin saw this outsider as an immediate threat to the outside world. Torajin jumped and latched himself on to the ceiling where he jumped from pillar to pillar of stone before landing abruptly in front of the outsider, but not too close. Torajin towered over him, seeing as he was damn close to seven feet tall, and Torajin's eyes stared at him with such ferocity and resolve for protecting the people of the underground, so much so that one might say the saw a glow of rage within them. Just then, Torajin slowly inhaled, as if preparing for something the minute he looked at the outsider. What was to come was truly terrifying.
Suddenly, Torajin opened his mouth and let his strong throat muscles go to work, and from this sequence came a roar so loud, so fierce, so frightening, and so powerful that the ground vibrated, the stalactites crumbled and the stalagmites fell, that things might have even been blurred for a second with his powerful voice projection. By this Torajin meant many things, and translated, it would mean a lot in human language, but the message was clear even if you weren't a Beastkin. "GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM" was the message his roar delivered in Torajin's Beastkin tongue. Hopefully, these outsiders would receive it before he would have to do anything drastic.
This... is the Beginning of Torajin's Tale.
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Fajin was half tempted to admit that he was also an outsider but decided against it, "So it can talk, very impressive,"his voice was once of calm serenity, "It will be leaving do not worry," he said what he thought was a lie. He really didn't want to start a fight with a creature that was almost two feet his better and obviously much more stocky. "Do not worry we will all be leaving soon enough," he commented casually not knowing that it was against the law for them to do so. Fajin's stance relaxed, yet he was still wary of the furry giant. Fajin smirked at Daphene's comment, he had always been a trouble maker even at his time in the monastery. "Sure thing captain," he said to her jokingly.