Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20140505005903/@comment-24416658-20140505050326

Tanner Arthen checked his scroll, as he sat on the rafters of a castle on the edge of Beacon. It had been ten years since he left. Ten long, ardous years. His leader off married, as well as his partner. Hell, last time he checked, Al was doing just fine with his wife. He never again heard from his other teammate, but likely that was for the best. This Tanner had changed.

No longer the happy, carefree cowboy from before. Both the Cowboy and the Knight inside of him had changed. No more jokes. No more happiness. To them, there was only justice. Serious, hard, unforgiving justice, upon the Beasts of Grimm, and upon any others who are just as bad as them.

Leaping off the castle's wall, landing on the floor, Tanner walked over to his horse. His duster flapped about in the wind, his chainmail suit rattling, his boots sinking ever so slightly into the ground as he walked. His helmet had ceased to exist, and so he wore his vigilante cowboy hat. Taking the horse, he hopped on, riding back to the city.

Tanner thought over this decision. The academy he was about to return to contained memories. Most were happy ones, exciting ones, with his team and his love. However, they were dwarfed in importance by the unhappy ones. He let a single tear drop out of his left eye, scarred by a beowulf claw, the iris ripped. He put his head down, and continued to ride.