Post by deus fenrir kross on Jun 8, 2012 6:42:12 GMT -6
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Ownership of the Grand-Line was becoming transparent, Dogs of Cerberus had made several moves thus far to conquer the territory with no opposition. Either the MARINEs ignored his movements, or the other pirates weren't brave enough after the last attempt made by Storm Riders. The last location he had visited was a kingdom in the southern portion of the Grand-Line, built from the eldest stone & clay. The kingdom under his control served at a perfect location to make his control over the grand-line, and removing the MARINE infestation in the region. However now he stood in a town of civilians and bounty hunters, each hungry for the next lazy pirate to wander into their grasp. Fenrir was no fool, he did not enter without proper preparation. The man had erased his odor with medical arts, moving swiftly and silently. His normal attire was changed as well, nothing signified the man's true intentions or identity, concealed behind cloth and shadow.
The male watched hundreds of people pass by him, the market consumed in growth and economics. People trading goods and reading the local bounty board, simple low bounty's stapled across the board, with the larger one's like himself nailed to the top in their own frame. It was less of the MARINES influence here then these cut throat families wanting their next paycheck. He knew any of these people would sell him out in a second if they discovered his identity, worth over several million beli made him a direct target. Turning away from the bounty board, he shifted effortlessly through the crowd, seating himself down elsewhere. Out of the public's attention, away from wandering eyes. He made sure no one had tracked him, and made sure no one would discover his new location. Within the depths of the shadows, the man closed his eyes', his mind focused on the spiritual pressure he began to build. As he opened his eyes again, not shackled to the earth. Though this would not complete his actions, for a creation of his own negativity was born before him, a simple spirit, nothing more then a pup to his normal wolves. His figure came forth from the shadows and came back into the crowds, this location would be his. The pup nearby, looking around for danger.
* used etheral projection and negative hollow.
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