The Team Meets

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The lighting slammed into the grow 25 feet away from him in the sandy desert. Sorin did not know why it was a thunder storm in a very hot desert on one of the hottest days. His apperance did not fit well with the weather his dark silver hair had stopped at his shoulders like knives going in for a kill. His eyes the eyes people in Innistrad feared glowed bright white occasionally making people get lost in thought while looking at him. Keeping his arms from being wet by the rain was his leather cloak a black cloak that looked like a million souls were trapped within it screaming for help. The cloak stopped at his knee with a collar that was not folded down but gping outward to his back left and right. He had on a simple silver chest plate covering his chest with a red ruby in the middle of it that looked like it showed blood. Beloe the chest plate was his pants they like his cloak seemed to have the look of a million souls within it screaming for help as well they were leather which kept his legs from getting wet and kept him warm as well. His leather boots were by far he favorite accesory he wore. They were black and stopped below his knee in a leather fabric. The straps were metal so it could stop swords or any pther weapon from penetrating the skin layer on his legs. He moved his left hand a little flicking the water that fell on it his skin like always wad the pale color of the many vampires of Innistrad. The color brought horror to people knowing that Sorin would kill them if they made the wrong choice or move. He smirked thinking of his life before being a ninja. Feeling his fangs touch his bottom lip he thought of them they were pearly white so clean that it looked like he had a personal dental doctor. Those teeth were the very ones he used to kill alot of men. He heard the sound of footsteps. Instantly his right hand jerked to his side grabbing his magnificient weapon the blade that could instantly kill the Parasite Blade. It stood four feet tall 3 inches wide with a leaf shape and being able to be held with one or two hands with it Sorin was known as the embontient of death.


He then turned to where the footsteps were heard and saw nothing." It must have been a figment of my imagination " said Sorin put loud with a deep voice that seemed to trail after he used a word with a S in its wording. The storm seemed to clear up quickly. As quickly as the storm left the Sun came out of its hiding place behind the clouds. It dried up Sorin and the sand structures as well as the sand beneath his feet to a dry point. He then had a clear view pf where he was he was in a sand pit of some sort that had a 25 ft diameter and was over 50 ft high. He wondered how he had teleported hin self into the pit. Sighing he sat in the sand his sword now on the left side of his thigh sticking outward making sure not to poke it in his side.

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