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Date Posted: 17:40:02 06/07/05 Tue *His gaze snapped back towards the dog, it’s growling having startled him a bit though he didn’t let that show. He was good at hiding any form of ‘emotion’, or ‘surprise’. Even so he still couldn’t help but to take that unconscious step back, away from the growling dog. Carefully putting more distance between it and him, the more distance the better in his mind. He figured if the dog managed to get away, it would have little to no problem attacking him. The further away he was, the more warning he got about the attack. Most might see the backing up as him ‘fleeing’, in truth one shouldn’t really read that much into it. He wasn’t an animal of flight, and would never flee from any form of conflict. No matter how dangerous it might seem. That just wasn’t his style; no he was the opposite he was on the ‘fight’ side of the whole “fight or flight” option. He just wasn’t stupid about it as most were. He seen some of the best fighters go down, and their flaw is always the same. They were to damn proud. Hubris in his opinion was one of man’s strongest flaws, and it can be seen in almost anyone, especially anyone that was halfway decent at fighting. He wasn’t like those dumb people who were always running into a fight, all to convinced that they were the best, and who were way to dependent on their own skills. You can’t depend on skill, and skill alone. Sooner or later you will meet someone who was better then you, it was inevitable. Even the best skilled of fighters would fall victim to their own stupidity. In his mind it was simple, if you were dumb, and let your pride take over, you will crumble. That was why he liked putting distance between him, and a potential opponent, or whatever it was that he might have to fight. It wasn’t out of fear, for he feared nothing, there was after all nothing to fear, but fear itself. Death came way to swiftly, if you let yourself be afraid you wasted it. so fear wasn’t the reason he staid back. No instead it was because he liked to have them come to him, give him time to study them. Learn what he can before the actually battle began. And through it only took them usually a few seconds to reach him, he was able by that time to get whole range of knowledge. Nothing to complicated, but enough that he could use to learn more. knowledge was power., and with the knowledge he gains on an enemy, will be what helped him win. For when you understand your opponent you can use that knowledge to outsmart them. He eyed the dog as it calmed, the growls that were aimed his way dying down. Still though he kept his distance, he wasn’t going to try and piss it off, anymore then he already managed to do. Dogs tended to be protective of their masters right? Therefore, at least in his logical conclusion, going closer wouldn’t really be a smart move. Which meant it was probably smarter of him to stay back and at a safe distance to avoide getting on the bad side of either dog or master. He didn’t know enough about dogs, to deal with them, at least not from personal experience. He had plenty of book knowledge on them, but when it came to hands on stuff… none. He hadn’t many hands on experience with anything actually. Yet despite this he was often referred to as the ‘walking encyclopedia’, he could rattle off information on just about anything, in 3 different languages. His gaze lifted back to the girl as she spoke, though his attention never fully left the dog. He wasn’t that stupid, or maybe he was just paranoid who knows. Giving a ‘sharp nod’ of his head in greeting as she introduced herself, though he didn’t return the favor. And wouldn’t until it was asked of him. had no care about her real name… after all what was in a name? Names were not important, they didn’t define a person. He himself has had so many in his life, half the time when people called him; it took him a bit to remember that it was him they were talking too. Half the time he found himself looking anytime a males name was called just to make sure it wasn’t him. He let out a soft sigh, fingers running down he jeans. They just felt way to new for his liking; the shirt at least was workable. Simple black cotton tank-top, not unlike the one he used to be provided with. He could live with it, even if it did nothing to hide the scaring on his arms, nor the ‘tattoo’ of sorts on the back of his right shoulder. The scars were harder to hide anyway, since the brunt of them were on his wrist, where it appeared someone had restrained him, and pulled whatever they had used to tie him up with way to tight, then left him that way. The ‘tattoo’ he normally went out of his way to hide, the simple mark of “117-5-R” appearing more like a brand then anything , and held way to many ‘question’ from strangers then he was comfortable with. Shifting slightly, eyes rising once more to look at her as she stood, eyebrow raising at her words. The mocking tone not even fazing him in the least. He shrugged one shoulder the cigarette he had been smoking dropped to the ground and stepped out* “Requiem” *No not the name actually ‘went by legally’ at least as legally as they could get it. he hated the name, it was given to him by someone a while back. Said something about his hair and eyes, he can’t remember what. Doesn’t much matter, he hadn’t gone by the name since he was about 4… but it on the only piece of paperwork they could find that went with him. Most of the papers had burned in that mansion. When the cops arrived they set it up in flames, hoping to rid of all the evidence. The kids included. The cops saved what they could, but the paperwork wasn’t their top priority. Requiem was his ‘ring name’, and he was rather proud of it. he preferred to go by it… So that was the name he gave* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |