As he entered the small mountain village, the stranger thought to himself, "could this be where I came from? could this be the village I was born-" then he was interrupted by the sounds of 15 swords unsheathing. they had followed him. Dark figures leaped at him from the rooftops, aiming their blades at his head... and missed. The stranger had already dodged to the side and had taken out 3 of the figures. with his bare hands. soon after, he had just grabbed the last one by the neck and had lifted him off of the ground. "if you know what's good for you. run." The stranger said in a deep voice. the figure nodded frantically and ran away so fast that the hood fell off the strangers face revealing many battle scars, and burning, purple eyes.
Cred to dat spider person down dere for de sign-up, also, noice line art. it's been 6 months since i've rp'd so i might be a little rusty.
