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The Fox and The Spider
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Mitsusawa De Vante. (Character sheet in blog section of profile.
"The Beacon."
Stories abound of an organization that kidnaps orphans in the dead of night. Whispers of vile sorcery and cruel alchemy forging these once forsaken children into catalyst of walking destruction. From a young age to adulthood, these poor and mutated souls live out a solitude existence. A cycle of never ending training and conditioning for a war against those gluttonous demons that dare to consume man. These fables speak of these children being released to carry out the will of the house. Serving as an extension of their hands, carrying out the will of their masters. Rejected by society they simply wander, knowing no respite as they serve until their final days.
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Many revere these dogs as demons, insipid abominations who dare to spit on the face of god. The churches abroad consider such monstrosities as heretics, forbidding anyone within their congregation any dealings with their kind. Stripped of dignity and respect from mankind, yet still these beings fight in man's stead. Without worldly possessions, a home, love or a life of their own. Many have come to consider these beings as mere pilgrims of decay. Harbingers and agents of ill omens. But few know the truth of their birth or reason for their creation. Even these beings themselves are ignorant.Without a name they have received a title from the people…The house of vipers.
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For many days now Mitsusawa, a higher ranked member of the house traversed the windy dirt roads of the country side. Her boots stained from the dust of travel. With eyes shielded by some sort of cloth bandage she traveled with a sense of haste and urgency for the small town of Illore. A town renowned for its innovation in locomotive technology, as well as it's lush rolling hills. Upon reaching the peak of such a hill; the short haired traveler would abruptly halt. Turning to face the nearby settlement as a gentle breeze twirled throughout the realm. Her short hair would dance to its calls as the faint spices of springs wind tickled her senses.
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The once beautiful symphony of the birds would find themselves embracing silence, as the familiar yet distant sound of a train raced across the country side. The serenity here was an illusion, for despite this calm aura deep within its heart lurked something insidious. The arches of her luscious lips would contort, permitting a subtle smile to adorn her picturesque face. Without further delay the wanderer would pivot. Making her way down hill and to the town's mouth. As she closed the distance between herself and the settlement, she would encounter a few merchants. The scars which rested on her chest served as a harrowing warning of her existence.
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These merchants would avert their eyes from her form, permitting no words to be exchanged. Still she could feel their disposition with her slithering inside them like a venomous serpentine. A heavy sigh parting from her lips as she made her final approach. The gates of the town were open, showing mild damage due to the constant exposure to the rain. As Mitsusawa traversed these streets, she would find her way toward the market place. Closing her eyes, as her ears picked up on the idle bantering and gossiping of the locals. Some referred to her as a curse, others a demon some adorned her with the beautifully tamed compliment monster.
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Their flaccid perceptions toward her would not retard her progress or morph her resolve. With confidence she pressed onward, standing outside of a nearby tea house. Here she was informed to meet her contractor. With caution she would approach the door, her hand grasping the knob of brass. Gently she would slide the door open. Passing through the threshold, she would pause for a moment. Permitting her gaze to take in her surroundings, less this is some sort of trap. Walking pass the patrons the pilgrim would take root at a vacant booth. Her fingers drumming against the chipped wooden table, not expecting any intrusions from the employees; due to her kind's reputation in these parts.
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Now came her most dreaded part of any assignment…the waiting.
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