TSUUKI HEBISUKI
Basilisk Fang{} D-rank
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Muse: dead
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Basilisk Fang{} D-rank
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Tagged: @tagged
Muse: dead
Music: song name by composer
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Snow crunched under his feet while Tsuuki walked up the mountain. Chilly bitter winds battered his cheeks until they were red and forced a shaky cold breath to spill from his pale lips. Shaking, a pale hand reached up towards the zipper of his high collared trench coat and pulled it upward. It was a miserable attempt to block the harsh winter winds and to warm his face up, just a little, or so he hoped. Tsuuki was not built for the cold weather, then again, no serpent was built for the cold weather. 'Why would a guild named after a legendary serpent, be located here?' he thought bitterly to himself.
Next time he would need to bring a warmer jacket, maybe something with fur or fleece. Tsuuki continued to climb the snow-covered mountain until finally, he saw the dark fortress that stood like a beacon of warmth in a frozen wasteland. He knew only so much about this mysterious guild and most of what he knew was not pleasant. Mostly, rumors that came from the filthy peasants that lived down in the small pathetic village. According to their stories the mages who lived in this castle were both powerful and cruel, two things that Tsuuki could relate too. "They should be able to aid me in my research or grant me some needed materials, perhaps both." he had to remind himself why he was here in this frozen wasteland.
When he came to the large oaken doors with metal handles, Tsuuki begrudgingly reached out with his hand and pulled the door open. Sadly, the cold metal sent another chill down the serpent's spine and he cursed himself for coming to such a cold place. Tsuuki quietly made his way through the large oak doors, and into the commonplace. It was rather simple in design, the corridors were decorated with ancient statues and constructs, dimmed chandeliers weakly lit the room, and the entire place seemed dusty or ancient. However, within that ancient room, Tsuuki found some warmth and he made sure that none of that warmth would escape outside. Silently, Tsuuki explored the commonplace, examining some of the statues, and waiting for someone to greet or at least notice him. "Interesting" he muttered as he stopped at one statue to thoroughly inspect the craft.
Next time he would need to bring a warmer jacket, maybe something with fur or fleece. Tsuuki continued to climb the snow-covered mountain until finally, he saw the dark fortress that stood like a beacon of warmth in a frozen wasteland. He knew only so much about this mysterious guild and most of what he knew was not pleasant. Mostly, rumors that came from the filthy peasants that lived down in the small pathetic village. According to their stories the mages who lived in this castle were both powerful and cruel, two things that Tsuuki could relate too. "They should be able to aid me in my research or grant me some needed materials, perhaps both." he had to remind himself why he was here in this frozen wasteland.
When he came to the large oaken doors with metal handles, Tsuuki begrudgingly reached out with his hand and pulled the door open. Sadly, the cold metal sent another chill down the serpent's spine and he cursed himself for coming to such a cold place. Tsuuki quietly made his way through the large oak doors, and into the commonplace. It was rather simple in design, the corridors were decorated with ancient statues and constructs, dimmed chandeliers weakly lit the room, and the entire place seemed dusty or ancient. However, within that ancient room, Tsuuki found some warmth and he made sure that none of that warmth would escape outside. Silently, Tsuuki explored the commonplace, examining some of the statues, and waiting for someone to greet or at least notice him. "Interesting" he muttered as he stopped at one statue to thoroughly inspect the craft.