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 Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 8:29 am
 Nine had been residing in Woodfall for quite some time now. Originally, he'd been with a woman, pretending to love her, pretending to laugh at her jokes, and pretending that he didn't want to drive a heated energy pulse right through her beating heart...
When it had become too much, he'd killed her. He needed to survive, and she was in his way... It was as simple as that. No one knew her, no one came looking for her... No one had cared.
So he'd taken her home, her money and her life. Nine existed here quietly, using what money she'd left (unwillingly) to pay for basic amenities. While Nine was an android, and eating regular food wasn't a necessity, he often did it for comfort. Something inside him didn't like the monster he'd become. Was that his soul? Was it ashamed?
Though today, he'd take a journey aways from Woodfall and to Clarus Arbor. Perhaps he'd sell the hovel he lived in, high up in the trees and enjoy a cottage along the crystal lake there.
Instead of taking long hours of walking, or even bothering to catch some form of public transportation, he used his speed, moving faster than the eye can see till he came upon the quiet village. He watched the people, moving about as their mundane lives repeated themselves over and over. Nine listened to their hearts beating... He'd have to feed upon one of them before he left...
But for now, he walked further into the village. He'd heard there was a nice pub here. Perhaps he'd visit it...
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 2:17 pm
 How terribly exhausting today was. As of lately, it had become tiresome to just even get out of bed to start his day, but the Spiritus knew better not to do that sort of thing ever. He is a Cerberus Knight and for many, many years he has dedicated himself to the cause in memory for the knight who had showed him how to become stronger with his powers and who has showed him the first kindness. It was so long ago since the knight’s passing that it made his heart ache. Fol certainly felt like a relic now thinking about the past and then to the present; fighting and also instructing young, budding knights. The Fenrir wanted to get away to ease his memories and his pain and so at the end of the day he has slipped away to Clarus Arbor; far from the city to be by himself.
The walk was long but pleasant. He didn’t mind the travel as it was good to walk in a leisure pace instead of running, high impact pace. That and he had time to spend on walking for some hours. It was about dusk when he had arrived. His ears twitched about in hearing the sounds around him and the laughter of people too who are looking forward to the night ahead of them. How lovely. He would only hope that he won’t be seeing or hearing them later on. And so he thought that maybe having a drink or two would make the perfect earplugs; if he drank enough.
Heading off to the pub, he could see that it’s going to be a rather popular spot for the night. His icy hues looked around to see the people but they stopped in seeing a highly unique looking man before him. Fol stopped walking as he was in study of the person for he was so intrigued. His skin was not fair or pale but completely white. Wires seemed to be attached to him on his back and there are lights from his . . . skin? And to think he wouldn’t be as this surprised at his age too . . .
But his eyes were still in focus upon the intriguing stranger before him. There was a feeling that’s nudging his mind; a sense of nostalgia. Well, his hair color and style reminded him of someone as well as his body silhouette too. However, Fol pushed it out of his mind thinking that he might be going senile due to his reminiscing lately and he continued to walk over to the direction where the pub is. Icy hues shifted over to see him once more and saw just a mere portion of his face and his eyes. And then suddenly, he felt he was haunted. Eyes widen as he saw him and while ice is his element he suddenly felt a chill down his spine and throughout his body. “No . . . no it can’t be . . . he died a long time ago. And the dead can’t come back.” That is the fact. But he can’t help the feeling at all as his lips quivered with the desire to call out to him.
“Kieran...” And it finally slipped out in a mutter. The knight hasten his pace as he walked up to him; trying to calm himself down in front of a ghost from his past. “Excuse me, sir…” Fol called out to him as he stood to his side. “Are you . . . Kieran?”
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