Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20191112022657/@comment-36459171-20191114004812

Kars walked alongside a baby Nirvana, keeping the pace so her stubby little legs could follow.

“Today, child, we will be learning to hunt. Not measly prey like rabbits or squirrel, but predators. You will learn not to fear them, but rather have them fear us.” He spoke to her like a grown adult, like she’d understand everything coming out his mouth.

He knew that his wife would probably yell at him for another 3 hours, but it didn’t matter to him, so long as Nirvana grew up with the proper education to survive, he’d take any beating,

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(imma hav genji be the first stand user n give him a bit of lore)

Genji had stood far in the back of the crowd whilst the old woman preached, his arms crossed over his chest, his back pressed against a wall. He always enjoyed listening to her talk, despite not always agreeing with her morals.

Genji was an odd man, to say the least. He wasn’t even sure of his own history, but he had a feeling he had missing family out there, somewhere. The people had taken in him with open arms, and he knew since then he could never repay the favor. Instead, he simply walked about them, indulging in events and activities as anyone else would.

It was his appearance that set him apart from the rest- hair black like the night, his eyes a soft emerald green, but the most noticeable had been his scars. Since he could remember, he had been covered in scars head to toe, similar to that of knife lacerations. Of course, they had all healed up over time, but he knew they would forever remain.

He could spy Eisidisi and Eurythmic from the corner of his eye, and assumed that Kars was up to no good once again.