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- Posted: Fri, 14 Aug 2009 01:53:52 +0000
Standing at six feet three inches, the well armored man walked a long a lonely dusty road. He had no clue where it would lead him, he just knew it was bound to lead somewhere. The armor he wore were designed to imitate the fierce dragon, giving him intimidating appearance. The armor was thin but strong, believed to be made out of real dragon scales, but the steel was a secret kept only to the dragoons. His race was well known, they made one of the best fighters through the land, due to their strength, speed and ridiculously high jumps. his slender figure made him look like he weighed only a hundred thirty pounds, but since muscle is heavier than fat he weight more than that, around a hundred seventy pounds. He was a toned man, but the armor and cloth he wore hid it.
Tightly gripped in the palm of his hand and trapped by his tight fingers was a spear, a dragoons most favored weapon was the long ranged melee weapons. The spear he wield had a great affect in his battles, due to the reach and his skills. He has encountered duels before and has never fallen before them, his skills were far more superior than everyone he has faced.
Slowly he raised his head after hearing faint ruckus in the distance ahead. His eyes fell upon a village before him, beyond that was a city far off in the horizon. Tilting his head slightly back he observed the huge building which was most likely called the castle. With a silent sigh of relief he proceeded forwards. Entering the village he walked by the villagers as they looked at him and whispered. He could slightly hear what they were talking about, about his race and how it was dying out. It could be he is the last of his race, he has never seen a dragoon for years. It was kinda obvious that these people never seen a dragoon either themselves.
Tightly gripped in the palm of his hand and trapped by his tight fingers was a spear, a dragoons most favored weapon was the long ranged melee weapons. The spear he wield had a great affect in his battles, due to the reach and his skills. He has encountered duels before and has never fallen before them, his skills were far more superior than everyone he has faced.
Slowly he raised his head after hearing faint ruckus in the distance ahead. His eyes fell upon a village before him, beyond that was a city far off in the horizon. Tilting his head slightly back he observed the huge building which was most likely called the castle. With a silent sigh of relief he proceeded forwards. Entering the village he walked by the villagers as they looked at him and whispered. He could slightly hear what they were talking about, about his race and how it was dying out. It could be he is the last of his race, he has never seen a dragoon for years. It was kinda obvious that these people never seen a dragoon either themselves.
Melody looked at the coins and noticed he had left too many. "oh my, he'll need these" she thought to herself. She stood up and called to her boss "I'll be back quickly, Sir" her boss was fine with her leaving, she was a good employee. She ran out hunting through crowds of people "Sir! Sir!" she called, once she caught up to Ko she was slightly nervous, she smiled sweetly and looked into his eyes and saw his green hair and was breath taken "y-you left me too many coins, Sir" she said. She was timid to hear his voice snip at her. She held the coins out to him and looked at his eyes, caught up in their handsome gaze 