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 Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 10:12 am
 It was a day of rarity, in which Athir actually didn't have to work! these sorts of breaks didn't come often, as the young witch worked everyday long tiring hours at the floral shop. But it wasn't tedious. In fact, he preferred it that way. After all, having no friends meant usually being alone all the time. Of course he was used to that, but... that didn't mean he always liked it. And so on these days off he could easily be found in the library, aimlessly wandering the less crowded streets, or out in the forest just before Clause Arbor, a distance from his home at Lumena Castle Town.
He traveled light, with just a satchel across his chest, moderately sized with a small meal, and a few basic supplies that he took with him when venturing out. He wasn't really the adventurous type to begin with, having had more than enough of it to last a lifetime given what'd happened just around a year ago. He preferred the more comfortable, quiet lifestyle. Athir was in no rush at all, as he walked the dirt paved streets of the humble society, admiring both the scenery and the tranquility that put his somewhat distracted mind at ease. He'd been dealing with thoughts lately.. ones he wasn't sure what to do about. One's he'd never had to deal with before. It was all just too overwhelming, and confusing, and... he didn't know what to do about it. So this would be a great way to clear his head, and give him some peace for the time being.
Gray eyes peeked to those he passed along the paths, giving meek smiles, and faint nods from time to time in greeting, but nothing more. He wasn't the most skilled in the art of socializing, so he kept things short and simple. Besides, he was interested in getting into the lush, thriving forests to see what he might find today! of course he could heal with his magic, but he enjoyed learning about the different plants that could be used for healing potions as well! Brushing his heavy, silky gold bangs aside, only for them to fall back into place, Athir started to enter the outskirts of the towering woods, eyes scanning about diligently, not wanting to miss a single thing as he stepped in further and further. He kept his footing as light as possible, not wanting to disturb the inhabitants living in the area, as well as not wanting to miss anything that might pique his interest!
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 2:19 pm
 It wasn’t his day at all. There was a call earlier about a majin running loose and creating chaos in the fair Castle Town Lumena earlier. Folkvardr would never let the Blackhearts deal with their kind as he hoped for the chance of talking about his actions and to repent. If not then there’s nothing that he can do. But the Majin won’t listen to the knight. The man gave a cackle of a laugh as he seemed to have drifted away from sanity and wanted to gorge himself his heart to achieve greater power as a witch eater. It had annoyed the knight that all pity and mercy for him as the ice claws encased over his hands and soon blood over his ancient ice. He gave the chase out of the public and hunted the evil majin down. It wasn’t hard as Fol has captured his scent and knew where he was going.
The chase has ended into the woods where Fol has cut him off. They fought in the opening as ice crashed against steel of a blade. The Spiritus assumed that it would be a swift victory, but he as deadly wrong as the majin was skilled with a blade and had put up a good fight against him. Fol was enraged. He wanted to kill this majin and be done with! But in the midst of his rage, he left an opening and his stomach was slashed deeply across; tearing a wide hole of his sturdy body suit. “Damn . . .” His voice rasped with a mixture of pain, rage, and exhaustion as the ice had melted at one of his hands to hold his wound as tightly as he could. He had enough. The ice claw had captured the majin’s blade and the ancient ice had crawled up from the blade and freezing his hand together to the hilt. And the rest followed as the majin was contained in the ice.
Fol panted heavily from his injury but he grinned that he caught the b*****d. “Now stay there, until I get the others to arrest you . . .” He said as he saw the majin’s eyes moving around to see the Spiritus leaving him behind to go back. As he walked, he could feel more blood dripping down and causing terrible radiating through. “I . . . I need to rest . . .” If he continued any further he would surely lose more blood and so he decided to sit down at the shade of a tree with his back resting against the truck. He sighed deeply as his icy eyes glanced down to see his wound that he numbed the pain with the ice he created. Fol only hope that the pain will stop so he can continue his way.
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