Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140612165106/@comment-24296957-20140701002206

Flying through the air, Akasma did not look back. He was a lone wolf, always was. Except back then, back in the White Fang. Just the thought made his anger boil. With the help of his alias, he would crush the White Fang. All he needed was time and the bodies to kill.

Looking down, green rushed underneath him, slowly coming to greet him. Drawing his Cleavitars, aiming for a dense patch in the forest. Eyeing a tree standing above the rest, he came around its side and dug the blades into the trunk, spiraling downwards onto a branch beneath the canopy.

It was dark and quiet. A perfect setting for him. Crouching on the branch, he listened to the students whizz by overhead - some crying, some laughing, some screaming. None of it mattered to him. But he knew he'd be put into a team. To his dismay, it was how this place worked. And he needed a place to stay while Fang Breaker did his work.

Silently, Akasma dropped from the branch onto the forest floor. Small rays of sunlight cut through the dark, lightening patches of the ground. The boy avoided these spots, staying low and quiet through the stillness of the forest. Being a faunus, his keen darktime vision guided him through the place.

Akasma smiled. Here he was, doing what he loved best.