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  1. [16:58:14] Thin lips pursued into a delicate woven smile as he nodded quickly towards his brother, though he didn't desire to tell him the truth of his initiation. Having been bested by the woman he was up against. He merely felt as though they required the numbers rather than his actual prowess. His heavy gulp came soon after his nod in acknowledgement towards his first training. "Pain resistance. . . I really don't like the sound of that." He thought to himself, knowing actually what it meant. He would be tortured till he could find it in him to ignore the pain and thus become stronger. "Whatever it takes. . ." He thought once more.
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  3. "Yeah, something like that." He finally responded, his turquois gaze returning towards the moon emblem figure, when suddenly a coin would thump against his temple. His digits quickly running to scratch at the specific area. His honey locks dancing as he searched the area for whom threw it. "W-what was that?" He uttered in subtle pain, it was sharp and mostly annoying. "Freaking people. . ." He uttered in distaste. Slowly returning to his younger sibling. "By joining the guard that means I can probably get us a house soon enough. Just for us!" He yelped at his final words.
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  5. His ideals, his plans. He wished to have the Eutrice clan flourish once more, he sought not revenge for the terrible title his founder was given. The 'Mad King'. He wished only to ensure his clan could survive and bring about natures delight. To show those around him the might that came with messing with nature. He himself symbolized his title as one who protects nature. Following in the footsteps of his founder. He was adapt at both the gales that blew and the sapphire liquid that raged. Slowly turning towards the man.
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  7. "Hey, is that how you treat everyone?" He questioned, his scent was quickly caught through the drifting winds. "Sounds like the kind of things -you- do." He uttered, clearly taking his newfound title into play. "Should be more kind to the people of this city." He finished with as he laced his arms beneath his chest.
  8. (Lunar)
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