Masiro Vilende

[Exile]

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Hey there you.
I'm new.
Who are you?


As i walked across the hard mountany floor of the miles long sanctuary of my kind, I heard it's massive gates shut tight from close by. Between the two massive walls stood a girl. Early 20's, blonde with a stroke of blue here and there, and not too tall. She had a bag hanging over one of her shoulders and seemed to be talking to one of the Corporals. He pushed what seemed to be a map into her hands, and pointed in my direction. A new arival, and what seemed to be my new responsibility.

I was not incorrect. The girl nervously walked towards me as she seemed to succomb under the weight of the bag. As she stood before me, she dropped the bag on the floor and held her fist against her heart. "Atleast she knows how to salute", i thought. After i had awsnered hers with a salute of my own, i introduced myself and let her follow. Just like i thought, she was mine. Mine to teach how to kill, how to show no remorce or mercy, how to not think of the people who will be left with sorrow in their hearts at the death of one they loved, of one who's life we are ment to take. The moment i knew this, i also knew this was going to be a challange. She seemed far too loving, far too kind to be one of us. A killer. This was going to be interesting indeed. I offered to carry her bag, and show her to her living space.

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