A world of Darkness
=A young man, no older then nineteen rested against an abandonded tree, in some abandonded oasis. He wore a black muscle shirt and dark black jnco jeans from some period in the future. Across his back a four foot katana was strapped, a scimitar resting lightly at his waist. His eyes were closed, his hair was only slightly long, curving over the sides of his face in a rather anime fashion. He sighed, lifting a hand to his mouth to take a deep drag from a cigarette. As he exhaled he spoke in draconian....=
"Du mentara tia contathian manteria vengara mon shariece."
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