Introduction all his Own

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Roleplay Introduction...
For Kitio.

The sky above seems to be painted with hues of orange, yellow, and red. One can surely see that the glorious ball of gas known as the sun has set upon another day. Birds chirp and flutter their way across the canvas of wide-sky, going about their way of finding their nest. 'Tis time to turn in for the night, so that the creatures of night do not find them as prey.

The wind gently passes by, caressing your face in a playful manner. You realize that the sky begins to darken a bit more, as the Sun finishes its setting in the eastern sky. The pale Moon makes its appearance, though it is only an outline of what it soon shall be. A full moon shall be shining brilliantly tonight, with the hopes of some light rain as some clouds begin to look heavy.

Turning to the left, you see that you are now sitting 'pon a hillside in which the grass is brilliantly green with a blend of yellow in it. The sight you see is amazing, the figure that sits no more than two feet from where you sit. Growing nervous all of sudden, you see a slender hand with long nails that have a layer of black on them. This hand is gloved, the glove having a couple of buckles on them for design. Unable to resist the urge to look this figure in the face, you glance upward and see the pale face of a young man.

Mother nature was kind in his molding, giving him features that are more or less beautiful and breathtaking. Although his pale skin looks flawless, the hue is that of porcelain. Locking gaze with him, you get lost in a strange mixture of eyes. His left is a solid crimson, whilst the other is a blend of crimson and dark orange, giving the look of fire in that lone eye. What is even stranger is the fact that he doesn't smile, although, his thin lips are frowning, but more relaxed then anything.

Silky strands of fire orange hide his forehead, and cast somewhat of a shadow over his mismatched opts. Matching tresses go down to either side of his cheeks, going past the edge at least two inches or so. His ears are definitely that of a humans, but you have this feeling that he is not human. The sensation that he is definitely not what he appears to be, and that can be justified for the strange marking on his face. Over the right eye is a jagged patch with the color being a light blue. Very peculiar.

The rest of his hair seems to be long, as you see it slips past his slim shoulders. Stretching back a bit, you see it is not as long as one would think, but it does stop at neckline. The layers are choppy and look as if they were cut by himself, and not with a sword or blade, but with talons. "Hm.." you think to yourself, wondering why you are sitting so close to him. Oh well. Startled to see him move, you see he stretches, his other hand coming into view, gloved and painted the same as the other.

Smiling gently, you see he is wearing a pullover that fits him quite well, showing that he is thin, but fit. The material of that pullover seems to be silk, and a fine sort of silk it is. The shirt itself is simple, yet elegant for someone who is of a wealthy family. Your eyes travel down his figure even more, seeing that the pants he wears are cloth, not exactly silk, but close enough to blend in enough with that of the pullover. The hue of the loose-fitting pants are a very dark brown, definitely lighter than the obsidian hue of his shirt.

His long legs are slender, one stretched out while the other folded up in an upside-down "V". The waistband of his pants are that of a button, and seemed to be bigger on him than one would realize. The end of the shirt was up a little bit, and revealed a bit of his abdomen, showing that the hip bones protruded from the skin a bit. He is scrawny, but definitely has developed muscles on his arms and torso. His feet were a thing of interest, as they were bare. The only thing that clad them was a bandaged that wrapped around the middle of each of them six times.

Finally he makes a move to note your presence, by shifting his position. He now faces you, his eyes locked onto the thin figure of you. His gaze travels up and down you, as if he were trying to figure out of your species. Rising to both legs, he stands tall on the hilltop, the sky behind him adding on to the vision of his beauty. He reaches for your hand, and quickly you grasp his offered hand. Pulling you up, you realize that he is taller than you first assumed, his height was at least 5'10" or 5'11".

Pulling you close, he puts his arms around your waist. The hair on your neck stand as you feel his warm breathe. He speaks softly and coldly. "I see you have lingered into my trap, young one." He pauses. "I am Kitio Do'Urden. Do you wish to know more about me? 'Tis your choice. Follow me or not..." His last words linger in your mind as he releases you and immediately you turn around.

Certainly, it was strange. The beautiful Kitio that once stood there was now a wolf, a large one at that. His snow-white pelt gleaming in the moonlight, blackened auds pricked forward. The mascu's opts are the same as when he were in his humanoid form, and the birthmark still remains. Growling softly, he turns and dashes off into the clearing. The outline of his muscles ripple beneath the soft coat that showed his figure quite well. Long legs carried him swiftly across the ground, as you ponder on that decision that was offered before.

Do you follow the white wolf Kitio? Is his offer truthful, or are you to be prey for the family of which he spoke of? 'Tis your choice. Hurry up and choose before he leaves you behind and you will never again see the demon that at first glance seems to be human...

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