The beast spoke in between earthquake inducing growls. It's voice wasn't right either, it was speaking correct but hearing human language come from the vocal chords of a monster was absolutely horrifying.
Claude didn't know who the giant monster could be talking to so he decided to stay quiet. Even if he wanted to talk, he'd have to wait for his spine to stop tingling first.
The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast.
"Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!"
The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said.
"I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo."
AUGUST 23, 2240 Claude was starled awake in a hot and itchy sweat by a nightmarish rage filled message. The same message he received in his sleep every morning, "You're weak! AND SO IS THAT SNIVELLING LITTLE BRAT!" The voice that delivered this mesage in his dream-- nightmares, was feminine, but it wasn't a sweet and delicate voice that fell on his ears as sweetly as honey. Not by any means. Even though no voice really sounds nice when a person is yelling, this voice in particular was downright hideous, the anger and hate in the feminine roar was almost tangible-- dripping thick and slimily off of every word. This voice....this message always got the same reaction out of Claude, rage. Pure and untainted to the core. Over time, Claude's learned the best way to deal with it-- among most other negative experiences, is physical exercise. It te
Frosty. The Pitwolf pup Claude's father rescued after a group of Heroes accompanying his father in a Tangent killed Frosty's pack and left him to die. Claude's father, Gil, snuck the pup out of the Tangent and brought him home to Claude where he was healed and has lived ever since. The only remnants of Frosty's tragic past can be found in a ring of missing hair around his back leg where he was once caught in a snare. Despite this rather harsh upbringing, he'd be alright. PitWolves were tough.. PitWolves are descendents of the Wolves that wandered into open Tangent's and integrated themselves into the battle hungry lives of whatever species resided in said Tangent. THey found themselves best suited in the Tangents housing the wildly violent tusked giants known as; the Orcs. The canine-like species that already roamed the forested lands wildly or at the behest of their Orc owners proved to be perfect breeding partners for
After Claude finished his meal, he headed to his room. The space was a modest 12 by 12ft. The small space was made presentable only by the placement of the wide double hung window to the right of his room and another directly above his bed so that he could bathe in the sun and moonlight on the weekends. Since his room wasn't very spacious all he had was his twinsized bed with a small and chipped rack of practice swords. Among the wooden weapons was one that shined silver and radiated with true killing power. His shortsword. He looked at the foot of his bed where his beaten leather backpack was and began putting his books inside in preparation for his 5 mile walk to the C.S Academy. "Old World History..uhhh. Check. Team Formations and Strategy...Check. Wildland Exploration...and Animal Identification. Check." Claude continued loading his back with books and homework until it filled out completely wi
As soon as Claude laid his eyes on the spear, he recognized its model. It was a Gladiator Spear, also known as a type of javelin or short spear. Something from the Old World, before Systems and the Tangent's. When man was more often pitted against man than Monster. The spear was jet black and shorter than the stadard spears you see today but the blade was longer-- and thicker. The spear was practical, deadly, and Claude knew it. While most people would go for the gaudy spears with the wild attachments and unnecesary add ons, Claude knew better. Claude knew those would be the ones to break or become a hindrance to the user in tight spaces, but this simple short spear wasn't anything like that. This spear was ideal. "This weapon is made for battle...." He thought to himself in awe. As he continued to ogle at the masterful creation-- noticing the ridges and weave patterns towards the middl
Claude continued deeper into the intracitlety built city cutting corners and going through alleyways until he ended up on the street that led to the Angelos Districts Combat/Strategy Academy. He could see students in front of him all heading into the cathedral-like building with various forms of weapons and armor, as they got closer the students began to seek out their friends to form their usual cliques. Seeing this always made claude angry because he didn't have a clique….he didn't even have friends, but then again in order for him to have friends he'd have to let those royal scumbags halt his progress and ridicule him whenever they needed to reup on self confidence. So, Claude came to the conclusion he always comes too. A simple, yet effective one that was often ignorant of his internal emotions and feelings. &n
"Alright, students what will be your most difficult foe in your upcoming Guild assistance run? You get this wrong and ill make your training for today a living hell." announced Prof. Raizen. ** Professor Raizen is a teacher at the academy, who is known for his incredibly harsh tactics and respectable aura due to the fact that he was a pretty famous Tangent Hero, a swordsmen with amazing Lightning Elemental Magic. He was fast approaching the top 5 in strength but stopped for some reason and took on an angry demeanor while picking up his new position as a teacher at the Angelos Districts C.S academy. ***** Claude's hand shot into the air as he was more than confident in his answer, Prof. Raizen directed his attention to him giving the boy the greenlight
After Claude remembered his match he looked around the field littered with people and equipment until he noticed Samuel spearheading the line of students walking to the the training grounds. Samuel was walking with his usual heir of confidence that caused Claude to clench his fists in anger until his knuckles were white as snow. Every fight they had, Samuel won, Claude knew his weaknesses and tendencies but the damn gear and strength difference was always the final decider. Prof. Raizen thought training in your armor helped you get comfortable in it. He also thought that everyone should use their individual armor to their advantage in every way, the only problem was poor, common class students didnt have an advantage to utilize. Luckily, Claude had his speed but others
The finality in Prof. Raizen's words functioned like a bolt of lightning smashing into the earth and startling them both into offensive action. They descended on eachother with the focus of two wolves on the hunt. Claude went in fast, but slow enough that Samuel gave a downward chop with his brand new shining broadsword, he changed direction when he was in close enough proximity with Samuel and barely missed the Noble's blade as he felt the wind on his back with a satisfying "WHOOSHH!" Now facing Samuel's side while the boy was open to any and all attacks, Claude swung his blade cutting the part of Samuel's arm that wasn't covered in high end armor causing Samuel to let out a loud exclamation of pain. While doing so, Samuel swung his blade to the side wildly in an attempt to remove the offensiv