Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170211232718/@comment-25363089-20170312034039

Nickelae was keel over on his knees panting up a storm. While the little girl slid off his back and then ran to her mommy. "..than..than..thank..thank..yo..you sir..your to kind...". Nickelae told Mr.Snowsword breathlessly as he slowly recovered from the experince. "But uh about that sash..its a one of a kind sash..as in. You can not find another one..cause well..no coyote is ever the same..just like us faunus..sir. An well...that sash took me months of tracking and stalking..an avoiding grimm. To get. My mom and me traveled through Vale's forest nearly all the way into Vacuo's deserts to get that beast. An well this time..i'll be aspected to do it again alone this time or go for a more dangerous game.". Nickelae told Lord Snowsword explaining a little of his mother's culture to him.

For his mother came from a long line of assassins. An killing was what they did best. But to ensure they didn't lose themselves to it. They would wear the fur of the first life they took..an they were told the story of the boy and the beast..an how dangerous being a assassin is. For just like the boy who was fooled into becoming the beast..so to could they be come the beast. An when that came to past just like the boy lost his life to the ones he loved..so to can they to their love ones..an the dangerous cycle will repeat until the last Luna blood is split..for the beast always wins.