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Verin almost sighed with disappointment at Rurik's words. "Was afraid you'd say that..." As he spoke, this time audible in volume, the young mage stood to his full height. At the rate they were going, they'd be hunting the Wyvern for days. So far, he had been able to pick out what he had thought were obvious baits. Clawed tree barks, dead yet uneaten animal corpses, forcefully broken tree limbs, but here now, the clues were starting to blend. Not only was it baiting them, it was watching. The thought only angered Verin at his core.

"Screw this." As the words left his mouth, his hands subsequently became engulfed by black flame. "Let's give it its prey" Without warning, he threw his arms out to his sides and took off into a sprint. All the while brandishing his arms in an wild display. When combined with the horrible squawking sound he continuously made, he would've seemed to be little more than a pyromaniac who had lost his way.

Inwardly though, Verin prayed that his plan would work. More so as he watched some of the surrounding foliage ignite in a shadowy display. "Oi! Polly! Remember me!!!? Dummy want a cracker?!" He aided his taunting with more failed attempts at mimicking the Wyvern's cry.
KillamriX88 said
That rule doesn't apply. Marc said so (I think...?).Post damn you.

Fine fine, i'll post

KiltmanBagz said
was about to produce a needless long post about my thoughts on both the character and peoples reactions in the OOC.But then I remembered this was the internet, and that the only way to win is not to play.So this is all ya'll get out of me on the subject. Can we please move on? Klise wants to get to the seaaaaaaaaaa!


Yea, we aren't making ourselves sound any more welcoming by pressing the issue. Marc has spoken, so i love you all..

but STFU!!!!!!!!!!! :O

Edit: Sorry btw Kal, know you probably feel like you've been attacked by us. So i do hope you can forgive our insensitivty.
i've written it up, its just that annoying three post rule that gets me every time... TT_TT
Added the spells to my CS, i'll start working on a post now.

Edit: Nice Sig btw Kal.
Anyways, while we're on the topic of characters, finally came up with an idea for couple spells i'd like to have Verin learn down the road. I'll be adding them to his CS within the hour.

So when you have a chance, would appreciate some feedback. Both from you Marc, as well as from everyone else. 
Kal-El said
Cept it's not cause he's the right power level for an A-Class mage.


He just seems more S-Class than A-Class. I mean, if Marc's happy then go with it, but in comparison to the characters that have been previously accepted, including our current S-Classes he seems powerfull enough to be a wizard saint.

Just cause canon characters are immensely strong albiet being young in the anime, doesn't mean your character should be. I mean down the road sure, but to begin, i feel he should be dialed down.

But Marc's choice
datadogie said
Sorry if I'm acting a little bossy. It's just that that character seems a little overpowered.


Lol, better to be blunt here. It's very OP
KillamriX88 said
I was tempted to reveal the wyvern myself in my post... but I wasn't sure that's what we wanted to have happen yet. I can always go back and edit it to have him detect the wyvern if you prefer though.


I'm happy either way. It's your call rune.
Steadily alternating between a near-crawl and low squat, Verin grimaced as he studied the giant footprint before him. Deeply embossed within a patch of soft grass, the three-pronged impression was easily noticeable among the tall, lushly green foliage. The mage's crimson eyes then eagerly scanned the surrounding woodlands, searching for additional clues as he ran two fingers against the base of the footprint. Once again, he was grateful. As the Wyvern, a predator at the top of its food chain, subsequently failed to cover its tracks. Thus, for only the second time, Wandera had picked up its trail.

Ever since Chloe and himself had managed to embarrass Rurik, their companion had been overly, if not eerily, quiet. While Verin enjoyed this, using the ensuring silence to sharpen his focus during their hunt. He also couldn't help but feel guilty, but quickly dispelled the thought as a question then came to his mind.

"Hey Rurik, if you were a predator who knew he was being hunted, what would you do?" His words were hushed yet firm, implying there was more behind the question than mere curiosity. Hence, as Verin moved away from the footprint, he then turned toward a distantly damaged tree.

-=\ Ω /=-


Mt. Hakobe, Fiore


Snow. It battered his face with ferocious force. Sending a nipping chill over his increasingly tender skin as each of the crystal flakes shattered against his cheeks. Feeling as daggers as they did. Eyes squinted, his face became but a constant scold. Jaw hardened as he pushed on, braving the cold. Each step a struggle as he lifted and lowered frozen feet out of, and then back into, a knee's depth of snow. His emerald eyes leaked as they scanned, then searched the vast expanse of whiteness around him. Attempting to satisfy his urge to rest, whilst not condemning himself to the fate he now fled. With a gloved hand, he went on to fumble then tightly grip the steel rod within his grasp. Stammering his steps as he stumbled, fell, then recovered with an exasperated gasp.

He shivered violently, shrugging off the sensation of pain that accompanied every movement that his body made. While a minute wince proved it to he not without ill effect, the leather clad man simply pressed on as he had for the last quarter hour. Daring not to stop, as not to risk confrontation, or worse, capture by his pursuer, he continued on his wayward path. Thus, he was quick to glance over his shoulder. Quickly, discreetly, as the many times before. A slight wave relief filling his being as he pursed his lips beneath the white scarf he wore.

It was then, if only for an instant, that he heard it. An unearthly roar over the cry of the frigid winds. Turning frantically, he watched as a dual quartet of boulders barreled down an unseeable slope. Appearing to be nothing but distant spots as they sliced through the veil of inclimate weather and continued towards him. He turned and took a step, then paused. He wished to do nothing but run, yet his muscles ached. Thus, he did nothing but wait. Dropping to his knees before laying flat on his stomach upon the surface of the snow. Covering his head, he then closed his eyes, praying that the his snow covered jacket would be enough to hide him among the storm. Again he heard the rumbled roar of the boulders on approach.
lol, ok ok. I'm done anyways. :) just fact and spell checking.
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