Feeling overwhelmed in a fight is normal, even feeling overwhelmed with information is normal. We have given the students in our training program so much knowledge it can become burdensome in a fight. If you are going through training, and you are feeling this; try to focus on one thing at a time. If you … Read More
Bio: Lore Questionnare: 1. What do you look like?: Menacing, dark, medium build, wearing all black.2. Where do you call home?: Blackkoven’s current residence.3. Describe your childhood and general upbringing: Taken from mother at young age, (age unknown) trained and skilled in hunting Mythical beasts for sport.4. What are your best qualities?: Stealth, knifing, marksman.5. … Read More
Veron jutted awake, he was on the floor on his back. He looked around, the room was rather bright and took a moment to adjust his vision. As he stood and brushed off the strange dust, he noticed there wasn’t a nagging in the back of his mind and Haute had not revealed himself. “You’ve … Read More
Veron shook his head, he hated trusting demons. “Let’s do this, then.”
The cave was so bright he forgot what darkness meant. It wasn’t until a moment later that pitch black enveloped his vision, and a small cackle filled his mind. His heart sank slightly, being unable to see anything, but he was unable to fight the process.
“You cannot escape the inevitable, I will have your world for my own,” the voice was dark, guttural and inhuman. And it came from the creature chained against the wall. Veron gazed back and realized her eyes were no longer their purple vibrant color, but rather void, full of power and malicious intent.
His father was not within the delicately put together pure white bed he was before. He felt a cold steel nibble upon his neck and froze, listening to the loud heartbeat that echoed throughout the room.
“Who are you to enter this sacred place, monster?” A voice resounded.
“Who are you to call your son a monster?” Veron replied.
Veron attacked with such force, he eventually broke through the man’s blocks and sliced open his right arm. “Oooh, more blood for me,” Veron exclaimed, seeing the man’s face contort with disgust and fear which led the stalker to flee as quickly as he could. As the stalker left, he could hear Veron yelling back at him, taunting him to come back to play more.