Oso was lying down by the stream, next to the Falls of Azgeroth. He was day dreaming around, with a bark chew on his mouth, looking upwards at the skies of Artia. He seems at ease but little does anyone know the trouble thats been troubling his mind since the ethereal blast that occur at Mount Zyna two weeks ago.
"Mazbeth is pretty late, don't you think Snoffet?", Oso asked Snoffet, his trusty . Snoffet just chitter a bit, and moves a bit closer to Oso, bit by bit till he finally curl himself around Oso's neck.
The tree hustle a bit, as if the wind of Artia agreed with Oso. Mazbeth was a like a kin to Oso, or more so, like a brother in blade. the two of the train in the art of jinki-jutsu, which was divided into two specialism. The way of the reverse sword, which Mazbeth had mastered in, and the way of the ninkita, a dual scythe that Oso favoured.
A soft whistle blew from across the banks, and Oso moved forwards to find the source of the whistle. As he was getting nearer to the river, a hand taps his shoulder from behind. Oso turned around to look but there was no one there. Another hand taps his shoulder, once again from his back.
'Kanaritsu...' Oso muttered.
His eyes glowed in red and he turned around.
'Now , now Mazbeth. You can turn off you stealth move now. We got a more serious matter to attend to. You can go annoy Shindo instead, whenever you find her. God bless her soul. She should really settle down and get married someday instead of travelling around dueling her blade.
Mazbeth remove his cloak and reveil himself at Oso. His eyes glow green, with blue flashing in from time to time. He raised his reverse sword and lunge it forward. Oso took a quick jump backwards but it was too late to dodge the attack. He parried the attack with his ninkita.
'Mazbeth, why you....'
Sadly Oso could never finish his sentence. An arrow struck his chest from the back. Oso stabbed his ninkita into the ground, trying to balance his fall from the attack. Blood was gushing out from his chest. The arrow has struck to near to his heart, and he could feel like his strength slowly draining away from him. He was losing blood quickly and his vision has started to blur.
'Maz.....' he managed to mutter. As his vision faded away, all he could see was Mazbeth face, grinning. Something was peculiar about Mazbeth, his eyes.. they were still alternating between green and blue.
Mazbeth's eyes were lime green, it was never blue. Something is really wrong here.
"Mazbeth is pretty late, don't you think Snoffet?", Oso asked Snoffet, his trusty . Snoffet just chitter a bit, and moves a bit closer to Oso, bit by bit till he finally curl himself around Oso's neck.
The tree hustle a bit, as if the wind of Artia agreed with Oso. Mazbeth was a like a kin to Oso, or more so, like a brother in blade. the two of the train in the art of jinki-jutsu, which was divided into two specialism. The way of the reverse sword, which Mazbeth had mastered in, and the way of the ninkita, a dual scythe that Oso favoured.
A soft whistle blew from across the banks, and Oso moved forwards to find the source of the whistle. As he was getting nearer to the river, a hand taps his shoulder from behind. Oso turned around to look but there was no one there. Another hand taps his shoulder, once again from his back.
'Kanaritsu...' Oso muttered.
His eyes glowed in red and he turned around.
'Now , now Mazbeth. You can turn off you stealth move now. We got a more serious matter to attend to. You can go annoy Shindo instead, whenever you find her. God bless her soul. She should really settle down and get married someday instead of travelling around dueling her blade.
Mazbeth remove his cloak and reveil himself at Oso. His eyes glow green, with blue flashing in from time to time. He raised his reverse sword and lunge it forward. Oso took a quick jump backwards but it was too late to dodge the attack. He parried the attack with his ninkita.
'Mazbeth, why you....'
Sadly Oso could never finish his sentence. An arrow struck his chest from the back. Oso stabbed his ninkita into the ground, trying to balance his fall from the attack. Blood was gushing out from his chest. The arrow has struck to near to his heart, and he could feel like his strength slowly draining away from him. He was losing blood quickly and his vision has started to blur.
'Maz.....' he managed to mutter. As his vision faded away, all he could see was Mazbeth face, grinning. Something was peculiar about Mazbeth, his eyes.. they were still alternating between green and blue.
Mazbeth's eyes were lime green, it was never blue. Something is really wrong here.
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