Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-24296957-20140602022345

Akasma gazed at himself in the mirror, his hood down. His wolf ears twitched slightly in anticipation for the coming storm. Lightly touching the scars across his body, the former soldier found his hand rolling up his right sleeve to gaze at the tattoo on his bicep. It pained him to know he was once a White Fang member. But Fang Breaker used that as fuel to kill them all.

The boy grabbed extra 30-06 ammo from his own surplus, walking down to the combat room.

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After putting on the rest of his gear and closing his locker, Akasma let out a heavy sigh. He knew very well he could die. But that wasn't what bothered him. He could plan around death, so was his upbringing. What bothered him was Stephan.

Whether or not he was in the White Fang or he still was now, he didn't know. And that's what bothered him the most. The fact that Stephan was a variable. If he still was in the White Fang, he'd better run. If not, then it would be a different story. Either way, they both had something in common.

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Akasma perched himself over the group on a low tree branch after greeting Thymeria and Stephan.

"Apologizes, but I couldn't help but over hear proper inroductions were bing made between you two." Akasma pulled down his hood, his golden eyes no longer shadowed, his long, ungly scar clearly visible, as well as his wolf ears.

"Akasma Spia, wolf.  Excelling at all ranges, efficient, effective, calculative, team leader.  Anything else is on a need-to-know basis, unless validated."