Snippet #1040746

The utter silence of Ren's footfalls were his only companion as the Revenant marched ever onwards. The sun muted by the thick mists made little light upoin the forest floor and so in white shaded shadows the assassin walked. Upon his left hand dried and flaked were the traces of the Neesha's lifeblood, a unspoken testimony to the raw strength endowed in this undead specter. Many were his abilities since Death had been bought off with the blood and soul of innocence. At first they had been strange and uncontrollable but as the encounter with the Neesha proved Ren used them with the same ease a mortal might breathe. But they as with everything else were merely tools and they served little beyond a more expedient method of dealing death.

In life Ren had always been one to let his blades do the talking for him. With flashing steel and unmatched tactics he had proven no single person was his match. But the ability to kill had left his more subtle tricks of persuasion by the way side. For there had been no need to speak to a target, all his master had desired back when blood still flowed through his veins was the target's death. Nothing more or nothing less and in this regard Ren had been and still was the true master Death. But simple murder had been replaced with a mission far beyond the normal skill set of an assassin. Information was his master's true desire and the skills endowed in this Revenant made him ill suited to such a task. He threatened, tortured, and maimed but the Neesha had thus far refused to speak.

And that more then anything made this tireless hunter's mission in life all the more lengthy. But in Ren's mind it did not matter. If he had to kill every single Neesha in existence then he would make the streets of every city run red with their demonic blood. If he had to face the Dark Goddess Hecate himself and force the answers out of her mind he would. Nothing was out of the question for this assassin. Murder,rape,genocide whatever it took to fulfill his master's wishes. Ren was in many ways no better then the foul creatures he hunted but sometimes evil had to be fought by a different kind of evil. And despite his true nature Ren and the Master he served were truer guardians of the world then the most virtuous knight in shining armor. For they had never failed to deliver and dying a hero's death was a foolish idea. So many times had disastrous events been halted by the skills of the assassins Ren was a part of. Through murder and chaos they preserved order. To them the balance was the utmost concern and foolish ideas of morality were scoffed at.


And thus Ren marched through the forest seeking answer his master desired using whatever methods got results.His silent footfalls holding the authority of fate itself.

The mists cleared as the day wore on revealing once more the bright summer sun that Kishima sweated under. It's place in the sky sent it's golden light through the ageless trees bathing the forest in a verdant light were once mist covered everything. And as if on cue the birds sang their melody sweeter then anything a mortal could produce. A timeless choir that was the envy of any musician it wove itself around the wind that flowed in it's gentle breeze. The heat made the scent of flowers rise in a heady perfume that reinforced the sense of life that bathed the forest.

But this beauty was once more lost on the hollow spirit that walked the forest path. Instead Ren began a distance eating jog his long legs flowing from step to step with the grace of a dancer but as ever the utter silence they fell with spoke of his dark skills. After all even the most skilled living being makes some noise however slight with each step. But even a master tracker would fail to hear Ren walking. Faster and Further he ran not even breathing heavily. He was a tireless hunter marching ever onwards. Exhaustion nothing but a faint memory of days when he lived. For a thousand years he could run and he would still be capable of running for another thousand.

However he did not plan to run forever this Revenant. No he reckoned in a day and half perhaps to be in Firefly city were the mortals gathered as in any city in groups. Easy Prey for the Neesha and thus Ren planned to be their for the pickings at Kishima had grown slim. And the Neesha he found either knew nothing or were disinclined to talk. This assassin hoped in Firefly to have better luck. And if not well then true to other half of his mission the streets would run red with the blood of Neesha. Then again Ren was planning on that eventuality anyways. As his master had said such foul creatures could not be allowed to live.