The Afterglow: A Story of Abandonment And Spite.

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."

 ".." he stays quiet "I am not angry at him.. I am more angry at myself.." he says quietly "What if he is hurt at this moment and I am here doing a task that matters very little to me but more to him."

 Laughter echoes in the air from the voice. "Ah, he is a tricky man, even if he isn't so fast. He's survived this long, hasn't he? Trust his judgment for now. But I am merely his mentor, not your master. He may be in immediate danger, but he's probably not. Very few people wish to threaten beasts like him."

 "Then I am a useless tool. How am I to protect him if nary a soul wishes harm..." He mutters and sighs.

 "You are a very useful tool. Remember, you are not just his sword, but his eyes and ears. Not all protection is immediate, and not all threats are physical. Look for those that mean him harm. Even if you fear reprimand, you can do it between orders. He never has to know."

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A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.

 They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"

The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.

 "Would you like to sit by my fire?" Douxgras, a grizzly-sized monster, moves close. "You seem injured. Do you need food?"

“What I say is taken from my throat. What I remember is taken from my mind. Flowing from perforations in my surface. Exposing the truth to the skies. Your offer is kind, but I decline it.” The person moves to the fire slowly and slumps beside it.

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A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.

 They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"

The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.

 "Would you like to sit by my fire?" Douxgras, a grizzly-sized monster, moves close. "You seem injured. Do you need food?"

“What I say is taken from my throat. What I remember is taken from my mind. Flowing from perforations in my surface. Exposing the truth to the skies. Your offer is kind, but I decline it.” The person moves to the fire slowly and slumps beside it.

 Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 He hears a voice in Deep Speech. "Don't worry, this won't last too long. Douxgras always had a tendency to get distracted."

 ".." he stays quiet "I am not angry at him.. I am more angry at myself.." he says quietly "What if he is hurt at this moment and I am here doing a task that matters very little to me but more to him."

 Laughter echoes in the air from the voice. "Ah, he is a tricky man, even if he isn't so fast. He's survived this long, hasn't he? Trust his judgment for now. But I am merely his mentor, not your master. He may be in immediate danger, but he's probably not. Very few people wish to threaten beasts like him."

 "Then I am a useless tool. How am I to protect him if nary a soul wishes harm..." He mutters and sighs.

 "You are a very useful tool. Remember, you are not just his sword, but his eyes and ears. Not all protection is immediate, and not all threats are physical. Look for those that mean him harm. Even if you fear reprimand, you can do it between orders. He never has to know."

 Kraus takes a deep breath in and then out, repeating to himself "I am worthy, I am bright, I am good." about three times before nodding "Quite sorry.. A book like you probably has better things to do rather than listen to me rant and rave."

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

 “I had caught wind that you have devoted yourself to Douxgras. I was curious as to why.”

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 "You are a very useful tool. Remember, you are not just his sword, but his eyes and ears. Not all protection is immediate, and not all threats are physical. Look for those that mean him harm. Even if you fear reprimand, you can do it between orders. He never has to know."

 Kraus takes a deep breath in and then out, repeating to himself "I am worthy, I am bright, I am good." about three times before nodding "Quite sorry.. A book like you probably has better things to do rather than listen to me rant and rave."

 "Worry not, Mr. Kraus! Your work brings a better world, and a better world needs people like you to protect it. As you say, you are more than WORTHY of your title and the people around you, you will shine BRIGHT as a star when polished, and you are working as the ultimate GOOD for your master and the people you serve. You will be rewarded, and I want to be here to see it."

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

 “I had caught wind that you have devoted yourself to Douxgras. I was curious as to why.”

 "If I say why and you don't like the answer, do you plan to hurt me or him?" He asked, his curiosity urning monotone.

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

 “I had caught wind that you have devoted yourself to Douxgras. I was curious as to why.”

 "If I say why and you don't like the answer, do you plan to hurt me or him?" He asked, his curiosity urning monotone.

 “Of course not. I am simply intrigued by the townsfolk in Absit.”

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A humanoid being staggers from an alleyway in deep Absit. Their exterior is composed of a black velvety substance, with torn-off patches exposing sections of faintly-glowing white rimmed with a gradient violent, smoldering and smoking faintly. Their knees are pointed in and their left hand clutches their face. In the other hand is a thin, short saber.

 They hear a deep, slow voice: "Are you alright?"

The sound of sizzling, like that of a spit over a fire, melds with the person’s voice to give it a demonic quality. “HnNNnAaHHh. No. Not since then. HAh. It’s cold here.” The edge of an outline of a wide, grinning mouth with pronounced and sharp teeth. The outline is made of the same smoldering, white-and-lavender lines.

 "Would you like to sit by my fire?" Douxgras, a grizzly-sized monster, moves close. "You seem injured. Do you need food?"

“What I say is taken from my throat. What I remember is taken from my mind. Flowing from perforations in my surface. Exposing the truth to the skies. Your offer is kind, but I decline it.” The person moves to the fire slowly and slumps beside it.

 Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"

“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.

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 "You are a very useful tool. Remember, you are not just his sword, but his eyes and ears. Not all protection is immediate, and not all threats are physical. Look for those that mean him harm. Even if you fear reprimand, you can do it between orders. He never has to know."

 Kraus takes a deep breath in and then out, repeating to himself "I am worthy, I am bright, I am good." about three times before nodding "Quite sorry.. A book like you probably has better things to do rather than listen to me rant and rave."

 "Worry not, Mr. Kraus! Your work brings a better world, and a better world needs people like you to protect it. As you say, you are more than WORTHY of your title and the people around you, you will shine BRIGHT as a star when polished, and you are working as the ultimate GOOD for your master and the people you serve. You will be rewarded, and I want to be here to see it."

 He sighs and nods "I suppose but those doubts still riddle my mind..." He says and heaves the carcasses over his shoulder with ease "If I passed around by houses, am I really worthy of protecting him till I die? Or because I was passed around like a toy that I deserve to only die in a gutter like a rat because I wasn't good enough?"

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

 “I had caught wind that you have devoted yourself to Douxgras. I was curious as to why.”

 "If I say why and you don't like the answer, do you plan to hurt me or him?" He asked, his curiosity urning monotone.

 “Of course not. I am simply intrigued by the townsfolk in Absit.”

 "I follow him because I have sworn to protect, defend, and kill for those who I deem worthy of my life. He wants to make this place better, their is no one better I would rather serve."

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

 “I had caught wind that you have devoted yourself to Douxgras. I was curious as to why.”

 "If I say why and you don't like the answer, do you plan to hurt me or him?" He asked, his curiosity urning monotone.

 “Of course not. I am simply intrigued by the townsfolk in Absit.”

 "I follow him because I have sworn to protect, defend, and kill for those who I deem worthy of my life. He wants to make this place better, their is no one better I would rather serve."

 “He is trying to make Absit a better place? Tis not a small feat. Even for my brother, who has ordered a visit from Marrow’s Circus. In fact, that is why I have visited here.”

*Wendigo you wanna tell me your idea in that PM?*

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 Douxgras watches, not entirely sure what to do. "Is there anything you need help with?"

“I was cast from ivoried towers by a false messiah. My blood leaks out. I am spent. I need to rest. 私は辛抱強く主を待ちました。それから彼は私のほうに身を乗り出し、私の叫び声を聞きました。私は罰を受けました。Allow me this mercy, Teacher.” Uncovering their face, the person is revealed to have an oni-like face, or at least the outline of one over their velvety skin. Their eyes are wide and paranoid, but oddly bright.

 Douxgras stays silent. His checkered cookbook does not. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come. We are working on making things better for people like you. A better world is better for us, right?"

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Kraus is pacing, clearly agitated by something. He wipes the animal blood from his cleaver before tying the legs of three chickens, two wild pigs, a deer, and an elk. He grumbles the entire time before angrily punching a tree, leaving a good sized dent in its wood. He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes, before returning to the task at hand.

 *My thing is not happening anymore, so I’m back on.*

Serveo stands behind Kraus. “Hunting?”

 "Mn.. more or less." He grumbles, looking up. 

 Serveo’s hand is resting on his blade. He’s a little under twice the size of Kraus. “Your name is Kraus, correct?”

 He nods, his own hand going to rest on the hilt of his cleaver on instinct but he aborts the motion.

 Serveo notices this. “Good instincts, and you know what’s good for you. Are you a warrior?”

 "I think I was and I know I still am." He bows "Quite sorry, my instinct is to fight first then ask questions later.."

 Serveo laughs. “Quite alright, such is my instinct first. It is a good instinct to have, just not in this very situation.”

 "May I ask what you want? I have a feeling it wasn't simply to have a chat.." he said quietly.

 “I had caught wind that you have devoted yourself to Douxgras. I was curious as to why.”

 "If I say why and you don't like the answer, do you plan to hurt me or him?" He asked, his curiosity urning monotone.

 “Of course not. I am simply intrigued by the townsfolk in Absit.”

 "I follow him because I have sworn to protect, defend, and kill for those who I deem worthy of my life. He wants to make this place better, their is no one better I would rather serve."

 “He is trying to make Absit a better place? Tis not a small feat. Even for my brother, who has ordered a visit from Marrow’s Circus. In fact, that is why I have visited here.”

 "Mn.. I believe he can do it.." he said, eyes steely and his jaw sets behind the military baclava and silver skull mask.

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*Wendigo you wanna tell me your idea in that PM?*

 *ACK- yep! Quite sorry!*

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Serveo takes his hand off his blade and places it onto his hip. “He can certainly try. I cannot say my father will be necessarily happy, and if orders to put a drop to it, there is nothing I can do but obey him.”