A New Dawning...
The leather boots of a new creature approached a small lake. The boots had steel toecaps and they reflected the moon in them. The leather jacket he wore went down to his ankles and concealed a gun holster which held a pure silver magnum (This goes around his torso, from the right shoulder then goes across to his right thigh, if that makes sense). His belt that went around his waist was also leather and had a silver skull on it. That held the sionide and silver tipped bullets. Long white hair ran down his back, covering the scars on his neck. The paleness of his skin was like the face of the moon. And his eyes (Which were a bluish purple) were inquisitive yet all knowing. A single Black leather Glove covered his right hand. This creature was a dangerous one. Usually Orkhid leaders stay away from trouble and hire themselves out as assassins as their aim and accuracy is remarkably accurate, but when Cyrus took over the group he hunted...for sport. He has committed Genocide on a number of different cultures and races and he has kept bones from the creatures he had killed. He wore them around his neck in an arrayment to show his 'Power'.
As he steps forward into the lake he crouches down and cups his left hand, scooping up water he laps some up and washes his face. His second in command Corrack came up and stood behind him. Corrack was like Cyrus but more feminine and feline like. His eyes were green. And he had long, black hair that he always tied back. His main weapon was not his sub-assault rifle that he wore on his waist but the steel claws that fitted around his Left hand. They were retractable blades so he could have them in or out whenever he wanted. His agility was his main advantage over foes though. He had once killed 3 enemies on his own with just his blades. Maiming the last one before slashing its throat. Cyrus had always been pleased with Corrack's ability to be able to get out of certain situations with ease and respected him for this knowing someday that he will make a good leader. Cyrus stood up and smiled.
Cyrus: "A new dawn is arising *Sniffs the air* And with it a whole new culture...come, lets round up the others and tell them a new challenge awaits us."
Corrack steps back and growls. A faint scent of danger floods his senses.
Corrack: "We have to be careful Cyrus, a incident like last time we do not need. We should think before we leap from now on dont you agree?"
Corrack smiled as he said this but that disappeared when Cyrus turned around with his Magnum pointing at his face.
Cyrus: "That was a mistake. They ambushed us, you did not do much though, I noticed that."
Corrack was not in the mood to argue with his leader, he had seen many of his comrades been killed for talking back to Cyrus. But he knew Cyrus would not kill him for such a petty ignorance as talking back. Cyrus enjoyed his company too much to kill him there and then.
*Gun shot*
Cyrus had fired his gun, missing Corrack but hitting a log were a colleague was sitting. The startled creature looked up and tilted its head.
Cyrus: "Get the others. We're settling near here."
He turned to Corrack as he placed his gun back in its holster. And smiled at him.
Cyrus: "That’s if, that isn’t a mistake also!"
Corrack returned the smile and patted Cyrus on the shoulder.
Corrack: "If I said it was...you might have to kill me for talking back."
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