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Naksuzher |
Boredom doesn't do a Djinn good... |
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For anyone who should spot him for the first time, he was at an unusual height of seven feet tall. He was bald with two horns protruding from the sides of his
forehead. He had a gnarly demonic little beard around his chin. The color of his eyes were dull navy blue that could still glint a hint of mischief. His ears
came to a nice point and his left ear was pierced with a big gold hoop. His teeth were normal except for the canines slightly protruding as sharp fangs. His
nails also extended as claws. He walked with a slow gait. Ahead of them was a very large arena. A close look at the arena proved that everything was rough
around the edges but from far away, it looked like a beautiful arena, similar to a photomosaic puzzle. Inside the arena could fit five football fields when
arranged into a crude circle.
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Abare Finn |
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To Naksuzher's right was a human that stood at normal height, a few inches short of 6'. His brown hair was only long enough to be slicked back. He
shared the similar demonic beard as his Master has. His eyes were the same color as the blue sky above them. It was clear he was growing impatient. Suddenly a
growl ripped through the silence between the two of them. Abare came to a stop and crossed his arms. It was his stomach that was protesting and Abare had
shared the same protest. "We have been walking far too long." was Abare's point, "Why do you insist on making us walk when you can easily
transport us to the nearest tavern?"
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Naksuzher |
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He had slowed to a stop when he heard the protests, both from pet and his belly. Slowly he chuckled before it grew into a loud laughter. Naksuzher turned to
face Abare, looking down upon him.
"... And make things easy for you?" This made him chuckle briefly. "You're right though. I could easily transport us to the nearest tavern." He rubbed his chin, enjoying the feeling of his sharp nails scraping across his skin. "But I believe I'd like to do something else." Naksuzher immediately teleported them into the arena. He drew in a long breath and exhaled loudly. Without warning, he stomped his foot on the ground and caused a mini-earthquake. The arena around them moaned and groaned loudly as the ground shook and caused many cracks and mini-crumblings all through out... |
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Abare Finn |
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Abare wasn't surprised that Naksuzher would teleport them to the inside a useless place, especially that they were now standing in the midst of a large
arena that was still echoing with soft sounds of rocks and small boulders clattering down the stairs and rows of jagged seats.
He glanced over to Naksuzher to remind him, "We're not here to make enemies. Someone may still own this arena." |
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