Counting Sheep|| Introduction

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    Today has been like most days cold and sunny. The chill could be seen by the dull coloration of the world. Light hazel eyes flicked from tree to tree. Then towards the sky, clouds pumped from the pups nose as he lay in the forest. The snow left a soft blanket for the boy to play in. Parelius(per-lee-ouse) Lee to his family and friends. Figured this was a good time as any to read silently to himself. He was learning different words from these books. But also losing himself in a dream land not like his own. Also just liked a good story. So he turned back over to read another action novel. He simply ditched teaching for today.. he was pretty sure his grades are beyond above standards. What's a little cut and read will hurt?

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    Complaining aside, it was rather hypocritical to find the mutated canine outside and in the snow. But he needed something to do and it wasn't like he could rough house in the palace or in the streets of the city. It would be too crowded and restricting anyway, so the Uller found himself in the forest, seemingly alone. Good, he wouldn't accidentally skewer anyone today. And that was when he pulled out his swords out of thin air.


    Technically, he did not touch them at all. Daresso merely summoned them, after all, it would be awkward to try and clasp a sword in a clawed paw and wield it when its better to keep his stomach guarded by the ground and stay on all fours. The shaytanin would then summon up a few more from his personal collection before finding a target, a tree that happened to be some feet away. This was all a warm up with a side bit of target practice since he didn't actually have an opponent. But Daresso did what he had to in an effort to keep his skills honed. With that said, he focused on the target for another second before sending all four of the blades flying at the trunk. After a moment of being guided through the air, the swords struck the wood rather loudly in the planned square shaped formation.
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    [justify][size=10][color=#498063][font=times]Iusitia, the odd duck out, the weird one wherever he went... speaking of which, where exactly was he? He scratched his itchy beard and looked around. Perhaps he had come to the wrong place? It would not surprise him really, he had the worst sense of directions in all the seven kingdoms. Frowning his eyes caught on the metal flashing past him, and thudding into the wood. Well that was close, he had almost become Iustitia Shishkhabab Bolton, the bastard son of the late Dominus. Brows furrowed slightly, he approached the scene, his eyebrows raised in mild curiosity.


    "Greetings, how goes it today?" The young man inquired.