Here's the difference between a soldier and a survivor. A soldier must be taught how to work as a unit, a survivor is a unit
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Standing in a complex circle stands 4 individuals; the only thing in common are the pressure they radiate. All have otherworldly features but still look human. More or less.
A woman of lean muscle looking down at the encirclement of strange men with staffs pointed at them grunts. Being well over 6 feet the men can't help but be awed. That and the fact she is wearing very little clothing to hide the bronze skin littered with scars. 'A savage' is the only thought that comes to their minds seeing the skirt and chest piece made out of black fur.
Standing next to her is a much more normal looking girl. Jet black hair put up in a pony tail brings emphasize on her electric blue eyes. If one looked long enough they would notice little black markings moving and rearranging themselves. Wearing a strange outfit with many pockets and a hood she reminds many soldiers of their daughters back home.
A heavy sigh brings their attention to the last female of the group. A soft face and angelic features make her breath taking. The beautiful yet strange dress she wears outlines her soft curves. Her eyes are a misty grey, revealing she is most likely blind. Many present curse her luck on her behalf for being so beautiful yet never being able to see it herself.
The group of outsiders size up the group of soldiers, exchanging looks with each other. Having no ideas where they are, they only know being surrounded is never a good thing. The blind beauty grabs at her waist and stops. 'My swords?!?' the surprise doesn't show on her face as she calms readies her breathing technique. Something similar happened to the blue eyed girl as she casually checks her side pockets 'All of my knives are gone' she doesn't let it get to her as she relaxes so she can perform her seal techniques if necessary. A loud stomach growl comes from the savage as a wicked grin appears on her face.
"Lower your staffs." a voice full of authority and elegance cuts through to tense atmosphere. "We summoned them so they are already on edge," from the encirclement walks a women with blonde hair and soft brown eyes "I am terribly sorry for my soldiers' demeanor." She gives a courtesy while lowering her head. It was supposed to be a sign of good will but it puts the 3 on edge all for different reasons. "I am Evelyn Dragvonic, 7th to the throne and the one who have summoned you to our world in this time of need." she says the word with the power of a leader but the notice the uncertainty that lays deeper in her actions.
One can literally smell her fear. One can see her aura reflecting the uncertainty. One can feel her emotions. But only one decides to call her on her bullshit. Stepping out behind the three appears a young dark skinned man with thick white dread locks. His deep golden eyes are cold and calculated but there is amusement on his face. His compact and chiseled body is clear as day due to his lack of clothes.
The hair stands up on the back of everyone's neck, but the ones most effected by his appearance is Evelyn and the ones he was behind for 2 separate reasons. The 3 didn't notice him at all, he lacks a scent, a heartbeat, even an aura. For Evelyn things were even worse. Being a 5th circle mage makes her more sensitive to the magic and life force everything projects. Even the dead have some lingering in them, but this man is still breathing in the surrounding energy but there is not a trace of it in his body.
"Can I get some pants?" he ignores the princess completely while addressing a soldier with similar height as him. The soldiers near by nearly piss themselves as the 3 in the circle laugh at the remark. "What?" the naked man looks around trying to see what exactly is so funny.