Post by mazus on Jan 31, 2006 18:11:11 GMT -5
Mazus walked through out the entire forest, getting use to his new environment, and hopefully this one would stay his home, for at least a while. He was looking for his next victim, for food and enjoyment. The hunt was mazus' favorite part about catching his prey. He sensed a small presence near him, carefully and silently, he pulled out a dagger from his side, and threw it at the sound. He neared the knife that was sticking up from the top of the ground. The blade of his dagger went through the head of a rat. Mazus showed a evil, devilish smirk, because he was impressed of his own aim. He picked up the bloodied dagger, and saw a small trace of brains on the tip of the dagger. on the tip of it. That smirk is the only emotion that he ever shown, the rest of the time his face was emotionless. His two fangs never appeared besides when he talked, which is uncommon for him, and when he bites someone's neck. His eyes seems to look right through you, pretty much pitch black, unless his eyes were flaming from anger. His straight black hair usually blocks his eyes and his ugly face, concealing his zombie like gaze, from everyone that passes by.
Suddenly Mazus heard noises in the bushed near him. He stopped, and listened carefully. He could tell that the noise was moving fast, and away from him. Mazus started chasing the sound, never passing it, and always staying right behind it. His old bloodstained, black and yellow armor slowed him down. He could still run faster, but he didn't want to. Armor covered his whole body, besides his face and some of his hair. A heavy black and yellow helmet covered his face. His helmet had two brass horns sticking from the sides. His black and yellow armor made no noise when he moved, and was very heavy. It wasn't that heavy for Mazus, but it was still heavy. It had two sharp daggers sticking from where the shoulders are. The armor covered a pure silver chain mail, which he used when he was alive. Mazus was into magic and the middle ages when he was younger, and then he was bit by a Nosferatu, which changed his life for the worse. He had two silver gauntlets, which he never took off. Mazus had large legs plates that covered his knees to his ankles, and pointed metal shoes. Where there was a lot of armor, or a lack of armor, there were always a green cloth. Mazus also wore a large yellow cape, that moved when he did.
The Nosferatu then pulled out a great sword, and stabbed at the movement in the bushes. Mazus pulled his sword back and in the middle of it was a fox. "Not even worthy to eat," he whispered. Using his foot, he slid the fox off of his sword. It was completely lifeless besides two eyes that stared at him. Mazus showed his evil smile, and then rested his foot upon the foxes head. Mazus picked up the foxes body and chucked it over some trees. He didn't see where it landed, nor did he didn't care. Then he went to a large tree, he stabbed his sword though some of it, and stood straight up. Mazus was completely motionless, as if he were dead. This was another technique he used, even though he didn't enjoyed it much, which is just waiting for the prey to come to him.
Suddenly Mazus heard noises in the bushed near him. He stopped, and listened carefully. He could tell that the noise was moving fast, and away from him. Mazus started chasing the sound, never passing it, and always staying right behind it. His old bloodstained, black and yellow armor slowed him down. He could still run faster, but he didn't want to. Armor covered his whole body, besides his face and some of his hair. A heavy black and yellow helmet covered his face. His helmet had two brass horns sticking from the sides. His black and yellow armor made no noise when he moved, and was very heavy. It wasn't that heavy for Mazus, but it was still heavy. It had two sharp daggers sticking from where the shoulders are. The armor covered a pure silver chain mail, which he used when he was alive. Mazus was into magic and the middle ages when he was younger, and then he was bit by a Nosferatu, which changed his life for the worse. He had two silver gauntlets, which he never took off. Mazus had large legs plates that covered his knees to his ankles, and pointed metal shoes. Where there was a lot of armor, or a lack of armor, there were always a green cloth. Mazus also wore a large yellow cape, that moved when he did.
The Nosferatu then pulled out a great sword, and stabbed at the movement in the bushes. Mazus pulled his sword back and in the middle of it was a fox. "Not even worthy to eat," he whispered. Using his foot, he slid the fox off of his sword. It was completely lifeless besides two eyes that stared at him. Mazus showed his evil smile, and then rested his foot upon the foxes head. Mazus picked up the foxes body and chucked it over some trees. He didn't see where it landed, nor did he didn't care. Then he went to a large tree, he stabbed his sword though some of it, and stood straight up. Mazus was completely motionless, as if he were dead. This was another technique he used, even though he didn't enjoyed it much, which is just waiting for the prey to come to him.