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Fit for a King chap 17Chap 17 Testing the waterFit for a King chap 17 by RenagadeRexRider
Ishizu and Rishid had left sometime late in the afternoon not too long after Malik had arrived to check up on the group. His arrival had gone well enough, although his goal of finding a reasonable place for the still reclusive thief had proven less than productful and had him in some irritable spirits as his time for searching would be hindered for the rest of the week unless he got lucky, to which Ryou calmly urged him to take his time as he was sure things would turn out ok so long as he gave the thief his space until he settled.
Malik accepted the comment, although Ryou suspected it wasn’t well taken, and simply stated he’d still give some time looking after school, to which Ryou accepted as well as he could. Given he was grateful that he had a friend who was so concerned for his well-being he was a bit shy about the lengths he was taking. He paused as his mind hooked on the subject of friends and he felt himself pale more than he normall
Fit for a King chap 16CHAP. 16 CompanyFit for a King chap 16 by RenagadeRexRider
Whatever had been left of the day was long gone, or so Akefia could imagine as he felt his perception of time had somehow been altered. The fact that the sky had been unusually grey and the sun itself not present he could only assume it was late due to the Ishtars leaving after only a short time. Not that it bothered him. He was happy to be rid of them…
Now he was left to himself in perfect quiet… mostly. From time to time he could hear the Bakura boy as he moved about his dwelling. The clatter of metal alerted him to cookware, the soft closing of drawers and of course doors told him volumes of his new surroundings. When the boy would enter the hall he would notice a slight hesitation from the boy, swiftly followed by a quickened step to his pace as he passed his door. The fact made him huff half amusedly in a way… the boy most certainly was skittish. It had been a while since he’d heard the boy moving about, leaving him to think he
Those of you new here, I'm Renagade |
I love to draw and write stories after countless hours of daydreaming and RP
Mostly i enjoy drawing Dinosaurs (like my beloved Fafnir and Fanart ranging from Avatar to Zim. Mostly Anime and more recently DC Characters from Batman. My current Fixation is The CREEPER I love rooting the underdogs~
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And for little bit info you might want...
Current Residence: The Streets of Gotham
Favourite genre of music: Instrumental and occasional Pop or Rock (hard rock sometimes but not often)
Favourite photographer: My mom.
Favourite style of art: Oil, comic and whimsical
Shell of choice: ...........Ammonite?
Favourite cartoon character: Thief King Akefia and Ryou Bakura, The Ishtars and Yugi, Batman, The Creeper
Personal Quote: Fall in a rut and can't get out... don't. Take it as a new perspective and work with it.
Mortal Kombat: Broken Chains Ch3Miss-DNL
Mortal Kombat: Broken Chains
Chapter 3 Choose Your Destiny
“I can’t believe we’re doing this….” Siro grumbled as they trudged back to the trading post. Kung Lao had broken the tie between him and Taja about whether or not to dump Sub-Zero off in the woods. Sadly Kung Lao had sided with Taja and not him. Now he was helping the Shaolin Monk carry the heavy assassin to their home. He had one arm slung over his shoulder and Kung Lao had the other. Taja had managed to find a blanket to cover Sub-Zero with in case anyone was wondering around at night.
He couldn’t believe they were going to house a murder, in their house! Siro grunted as he tried to shift the Lin Kuei’s weight. He shivered when a chill slithered down his spine, “I feel like I’m carrying an ice box on my shoulders! And I swear frost is forming on me…” Siro muttered irately to himself, albeit loudly enough for the oth