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Kuril Miron; The Fortress


A knife slowly cut into his face, and blood started welling out. Another cut followed. Then the knife slowly approached his eye.

Kuril opened his eye. It was that damn memory again, the day he lost his other eye. He sat up and put one of his paws over his empty eye socket, trying to rub an itch away that was non existent. He'd seen Kirian about it before, but there was nothing much she could do, or for that matter anyone could do. As he slowly woke up, he also realized a pungent, rotting smell was filling up in his cave. Glancing over at the other side of his cave, he saw the rotting, decomposing of his kill. Of course it would be rotting, it was sweltering outside, and it was little better even in the relatively dark cave Kuril had made for himself just outside the Fortress. Growling, Kuril padded over to the rotting corpse and dragged it out into the sun, temporaliy blinding him as he adjusted to the bright light. Kuril dumped the corpse into a random pile of rubble and he changed into his human form. Even in his human form, Kuril was still sweating like a pig, if pigs could sweat. Oh well..beats fur, he thought. There was a general commotion as he approached the Fortress, something big and important. Ah, right. There was a big speech by the Leader today, and apparently it was going in full swing. The guards let Kuril in as soon as they saw him, having heard enough stories about what he did than to follow through with procedure. Kuril ran through the crowd, trying to make it onto to the stage. Hopefully he still had time to get on there without looking like too much of a fool. When he got close enough through, he realized that the speech was ending, and one of the spies was making a fool out of himself, well more of mocking the Leader. A smile started to curl up on Kuril's face under the mask. Such mocking talk was typically punished, and sometimes they got really unlucky and were landed with a session with Kuril. After much screaming and pleading, they were released and typically refused to speak about what had occured and typically never cracked such a joke again.

Quietly, he skirted the now departing cloud and quickly got onto the walkway, giving a disapproving look at the spy. He'd forgotton his name, but he did remember that he was a very... interesting person from his talks with the Spymaster. Walking up to the so called "inner circle", he apologized saying. " Sorry I'm late and I missed the speech, I had some business I needed to take care of." Honestly, there wasn't any reason Kuril felt that he needed to apologize for, but it seemed needed , and it was some common courtesy and respect Servin had drilled into him. Kuril knew he couldn't get away with much, not being that high on the totem pole, and with a section leader who could get most secrets out in a heartbeat.