he focused and the more he grasped it, the more the fire raged "yes master" even though he was far away to not be heard, his voice rang in his masters mind through the link
"ease your mind think of a fond memory anchor your thoughts to it"
he thought, thinking of the one kind face from his home land. his mothers face, but with stregth, it also brought boiling rage for the kiler of his mother, he broke into a sprint, slightly snarling
his mane flared into red flame singing the plants around him
"oh you idiot" this was going to be a long day as he warped to onyx pinning him to the ground even as the burns hurt him not that shade cared "you idiot"
he let go of the power, letting it subside calming at a familiar touch
"moron focusing on anger does not let you control power"
"i am sorry master...i have not thought of..." he choaked "...of her...and HIM" he spat vemon into the word
"did i ask why you failed i informed you WHY you failed"
"yes master..." he hung his head in shame
"again" sure he had burns on his arm but he ignored them
he nodded, this time slipping back into the form a little quicker
and he stood watching onyx
he took off sprinting again, this time using caution remebering, letting the rage boil...then simmer into partal control. he focused on her face and her words sweeter than the sweetest honey. he kept running struggling and barely keeping the lid on the rage
"foucs kid focus" sure his rage towards dracula was always there but he kept locked deep never let it fuel his moves it just fueled his mission to fight
Tora, looks around, she might as well work on her own stuff, she just began sharpening the blade with a sharpening stone she'd stolen
slowly, was was able to grasp the rage safely, using it to fuel his movements. reaching new speeds he thought long away. he thundered by the bar as his muscled rippled with excitment. he ran faster and faster. before leaping up into the air and landing with a stumble but kept running
a song of the same sweet voice spilled from his mind and into his masters. letting him feel the rage, sorrow, and steely need to fix what was wronged behind them
he sighs pulling out a gun a single gun that to most would just seem like another weapon in shades limited arsenal but he ran his hand across the rose engraved into the handle the MW eleganty carved inside it...the weapon that belonged to his deceased mother "i finally did something right..."
then, a spectre appeard in front of him. a smaller woman, with a similar build and skin to Onyx "that you have, your mother must be very proud of you"
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