In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Creel popped into the Destiny Islands in a bright, blinding flash of light. He hated when the damned stone did that, activating and taking him to random places. It was starting to wear on him. He needed to learn to control this thing.
He turned and took in his surroundings, the chainmail under his clothes giving off a muffled clink as he moved. His nose was filled with the salty smell of the sea, and his boots sank deep in the sand of the beach that he'd been deposited on by the stone.
Inland of the island, Creel could make out a town of some sort. The buildings looked impossibly tall. This was a rather odd place. He'd never seen buildings like that, except for a few castles and some fortresses. He'd never seen so many of this size in the same place, though.
He just stood, looking for a while, and then let his curiosity get the better of himl, and he started walking up the pathway to the town....
Aaron backed up into the shadows as he saw someone was coming. He let out a huff, and sat down. His tail lied on his paws, and his ears faced forward in curiosity.
For days now, he'd been staying here trying to be as well hidden as possible searching for his fate. He never really understood his existence, he had been seeking a good explanation for his life but never actually found one.In the shadows, his eyes were the only thing actually noticeable. His red eyes. Aaron's fur wasn't really the problem; for it was jet black, and was hard to notice in dark places.
At his side, he had his sword; it was hanging from a leather strap as it always was.It actually felt good..not to fight for awhile.
Usually he would get into trouble with Heartless, or even people from other worlds. Aaron wasn't really sure why however, he would ussually mind his own business and keep to himself after all, but even so, people still attacked him.
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Last Edit: Jan 18, 2010 15:48:27 GMT -4 by keyblade
Creel walked along the roadway, keeping an eye on his surroundings. The last time the teleportation stone had activated, it had taken him to an extremely dangerous world and he'd barely escaped with his life. He didn't want to take the chance with this world being the same, and leaving his guard down.
It was while he was moving down the road that he saw what looked like eyes peering out at him from some kind of bush. At first, he thought he was imagining things, because they seemed to disappear almost immediately when he turned his full gave toward them. However, after a few moments of staring intently, they returned, and he began to cautiously creep forward, resting a hand on Glaeding, in case the sword's magic was needed.
He moved slowly and quietly up to the bush and pulled back the branches of the bush to see what was behind them......
As Aaron peered out from behind the bush he saw the same person making his way towards him.
Aaron backed up as far as possible, and when it wasn't good enough he began to felt threatened. The fur on his back began to rise, and he lifted up his head, and took in the air.
Whenever he actually heard the foliage moving ahead of him, his ears flattened against his head, and he was preparing himself for the worst.
Eventually, the person was staring right at him after removing the branches fully. Aaron snarled at the man, revealing sharp white fangs. Aaron barked quite a few times as if to say, "Back off" to the person.
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Last Edit: Jan 18, 2010 15:50:17 GMT -4 by keyblade