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  1. The operative question; what could make a man so calm at this time of night? The frantic people who rushed about their ways, you knew what they were. Human. Not the type of humans who had experienced some deep tragedy like a majority of the ‘Doves’. Every one of those had something to do with ghouls. This one’s family got killed, this one saw them eaten before their very eyes, this one was raised by them. They all had something to fuel them, to push them beyond their limits so that they could fight these parasitic like monsters. The pain of loss had prepared them to face death without fear, or was it their fear that fueled their instincts? That fear would make them hyper attentive, aware of incoming danger. So why wasn’t Black like that? He knew of the danger. His head should be on a swivel eyes scanning for the inevitable; for the hunter to come for it’s prey. He was a dove right? That was the only way he would be out here so calmly, right?
  2. No. Black was a different sort of animal. His story tapped into some of the more arcane and wondrous questions someone could ask about the world. If the mythos of monsters and demons existed. Did Magic exist? Did gods? Black could answer those, those answers were coded deep in his DNA, buried into his being when he lost his name to death. Prodigy. A title given to those who come back in the way he did, stronger, faster, more aware of the ambient energies inside of every little thing. Along with the will and skill to tap into that deep reservoir of power. Black’s story had him reaching for the heights of power, and finding it’s taste lacking. Who enjoyed combat when someone was that strong? It loses the excitement. Perhaps, that was the explanation for the marking racing down his left arm hidden by a sleeve. To those not versed in the arcane, or mystical it was just an intricate tattoo. To those who knew, it was a limit and upper ceiling Black couldn’t break though. It was more fun like this, it was scary like this, and the ghouls he met were more of a challenge like this…
  3. “ Hn.. A whistle on the air.. The hunter has come..” His ears picked it up before his other senses, it was coming from above. A whistle, something coming down fast and sharp. Danger. Danger. Danger. Rina had almost had her perfect prey completely caught by surprise, but his head turned from the moon to look up just in time. His handsome face stared up at her as time seemed to freeze. His dark eyes, so infinitely dark they seemed as an abyss; stared into that stark crimson. In the next moment.. A flurry of action, a slight jump to the side enough to narrowly avoid her attack. The kagune ripped through the long right sleeve of his shirt along with a good slice of skin. ‘ Her Kagune is sharp..’ Black stated in his mind, the words bouncing off the walls of his mind for a mere moment. The left leg of the prodigy touched the ground first, followed by the right. But instead of a run, he lunged forward. His right foot bringing him forward enough to thrust out his left arm with a straight shot. Aimed for the right side of his attackers chest. The first thing she’d notice. His reaction speed, it was too fast. His hand speed, was too fast. Too fast to be human.
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