"Introduction to Kaon"
The summer sun sat lazily in the high of the blue sky, it's gaze flowing over the soft, green landscape of the Sacae Plains. A lone figure leaned against a solid oak tree, a slender blade held lightly within their right hand, the point jabbed into the soft earth. The figure's eyes gleamed a deep crimson as the blade pulled free from the earth, flicking upward as the twang of the bow's string subsided, the arrow splintering across the blade of the slim sword, deflecting it to the side.
"Who are you!?" The archer called out from his perch on a far off tree, the bright green colors of his gear barely visible within the leaves.
The figure with the blade set his free hand to the bark of the tree and pushed off, the slim sword gliding silently through the air. The cloaked figure took off into a run, the archer letting fly multiple arrows at once, each thudding harmlessly into the soft earth. The figure launched itself upward, the blade stripping through the leaves and tearing across the mandible of the archer, a scream of pain wrenching out through his scarlet lips, blood soaking his form. The archer fell from the tree, landing lifeless beneath the shadow of the massive oak, the cloaked figure landing a foot to the right of him. The hood of the black trench coat slipped from the figure's head, a hairline of his own crimson trickling down his cheek, his black and red streaked hair shifting lightly beneath the soft breeze of the plains. He glanced at the archer's corpse and slid the blade tip across the grass, cleaning the blood from it.
"The name.. Is Kaon.."
And with a smirk, the unmasked warrior set off on foot away from the kill. Though raised as a bandit, he did not loot the archer. He left him there for all the world to see his handiwork with the blade.
The summer sun sat lazily in the high of the blue sky, it's gaze flowing over the soft, green landscape of the Sacae Plains. A lone figure leaned against a solid oak tree, a slender blade held lightly within their right hand, the point jabbed into the soft earth. The figure's eyes gleamed a deep crimson as the blade pulled free from the earth, flicking upward as the twang of the bow's string subsided, the arrow splintering across the blade of the slim sword, deflecting it to the side.
"Who are you!?" The archer called out from his perch on a far off tree, the bright green colors of his gear barely visible within the leaves.
The figure with the blade set his free hand to the bark of the tree and pushed off, the slim sword gliding silently through the air. The cloaked figure took off into a run, the archer letting fly multiple arrows at once, each thudding harmlessly into the soft earth. The figure launched itself upward, the blade stripping through the leaves and tearing across the mandible of the archer, a scream of pain wrenching out through his scarlet lips, blood soaking his form. The archer fell from the tree, landing lifeless beneath the shadow of the massive oak, the cloaked figure landing a foot to the right of him. The hood of the black trench coat slipped from the figure's head, a hairline of his own crimson trickling down his cheek, his black and red streaked hair shifting lightly beneath the soft breeze of the plains. He glanced at the archer's corpse and slid the blade tip across the grass, cleaning the blood from it.
"The name.. Is Kaon.."
And with a smirk, the unmasked warrior set off on foot away from the kill. Though raised as a bandit, he did not loot the archer. He left him there for all the world to see his handiwork with the blade.