"I thought you could deal with this?", the beast man said towards Foster.
Foster passive aggressively said, "Like you could do any better you brain dead monkey."
"I'm just here to take Fredrick off your unprofessional hands, Foster," the beast man said impatiently. "I forgot who even asked you to be part of this escort mission." He looked and Fredrick and said, "Oh yea, by the way I'm Crow, the Beast Specialist."
Crow wore mainly dark clothing. He had long, sharp, black nails. He also had plain black metal bracelets on both hands, in large amounts. His hair was kinda long and black. Crow had fingerless gloves with a design of a circle with large triangles coming out of it. He wore a black jacket, in which the sleeves were always scrunched up to reveal his forearms with tattoos, with a grey vest over it, it has pins and patches of bands like Nirvana and MCR and on the back of the vest was a spray painted on crow. He had dark grey jeans, a black belt with little, printed on, eyes on it. He also wore a dirty pair of black Converse.
"Now let's get out of this shit hole of a building shall we?" Crow said in a sarcastic manner. His arm suddenly turned into a large bird talon to grab Fredrick. "Now let's get out of here before Foster does something idiotic again." He then snapped his fingers and brought them to a station square like area.
There was a giant tower behind most of the buildings. A larger fountain with 9 humanoid figures as a statue on the fountain. The buildings varied in size, some were shops, a few were schools, and most were... prisons. They were larger than a lot of the buildings. There were cute little shops outsides of the buildings. They were selling many things such as food, wands, and even jewelry.
Two men gently glide down to wear Fredrick, Crow, and Foster were, which was right next to the fountain.
A teenager, probably around 14 to 15, said, "I'm never gonna get used to your wind carrying me."
A man with long green hair responded with, "You'll have to since you skipped the basic classes of magic." Then he glanced at Fredrick, "Oh hello Fredrick, I'm the Wind Specialist, Samir. And he is the Afterlife Specialist, Arius"
To Be Continued...
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Dust to Hope
General FictionA Centuries long story, Spanning across multiple generations each having there own unique twist to the plot line, are you ready for this? If so Buckle in. Read at your own risk, this story contains a lot of trigger topics such as: Ab*se, domestic ab...
