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@mortalweeps   NOT ONCE DID he blink; only occasionally a flutter of his eyelids… THAT LAUGH continued to resonate in keinu’s ears even after the other began to speak again, a twisting sensation filled his heart, it was not its usual torment, regret, and cold, instead, CURIOSITY, a pathetic word that NEVER, once convey how he felt. A STEP CLOSER, he advanced. The tiny veins in his heart quivered. A low hum resonated in his throat. WHAT DOES he genuinely question.. or were there multiple. His nerves had been calmed as the seconds elapsed, he recognized the other was not precisely a threat. “You are different from me, I cannot comprehend..what I observe, but in my perspective, you are not despised..merely, peculiar. ” SURREAL, HALLUCINATORY. Perhaps. There was something about the other— the manner in which the other man communicated, their eyes.. His words vanished into oblivion, a speck of dust in the frigid air that pricked at his hands and the nape of his neck. “What is your name..? ” A query he typically refrained from asking, words he usually didn’t articulate unless directed, he felt a sense of free will. Even if it was just for a brief moment. 003

the air had been growing cold of as of late. the deity waits for the response under his lashes with patience and amusement. he was used to be watched but not in this manner. they liked when he was caught on the edge of escape and running for answers. they liked when his fury was high and the door was bent out of shape. hatred was easier to ignore and this did not appear to be that. he uses his body to shift his weight, learning forward with a striking star eye. he is beyond thrilled to be at the hands of someone so questioning of his essence. when he laughs, it is a bark akin to a jackal's. ───── high pitched and full of large, unwanted teeth. "you are certainly not the first nor the last to look at me with that. what do you question? are you finding it as we talk? i can still for you if that would sooth your nerves. it would be my pleasure." to be inspected like an insect when far too many are unwilling to pretend to be disrespectful. "i want to know what you see." the words are a dove's coo and the flow of a white tailed deer. his own hands hold each other. he is tame like the forest is tame, which is to say he to act like he has any companion bold enough to strip him of his natural instincts. 

@mortalweeps   THOSE WORDS,  That smile ..  no true words could describe that smile,  unsettling?  A facade?  A genuine one?  Or a mimicking one ? Like a painting,  a sculpture..  beautiful .. or is that even a better word to put it.  A BREATH, so soft an inhale of the cold air around and an exhale through his nostrils,  his own black hair— long and fanned his sharp jawline of snow.  HE COULDN’T SPEAK,,   Jumbled up words stuck in his very throat that made his head pinch with confusion of why he was suddenly SPEECHLESS.  And with a sudden twitch of his eyelids that tightening feeling faded.   “Worth .. the effort.”  A SIMPLE ECHO,  repeating the others words in a hush whisper,  a MINDLESS whisper that he knew reached their ears.  A perk of his head as he blinked,  simply continuing to stare,  to analyze..  what he been doing the entire time.    BUT WE DO DREAM,  those words again.  Or is it their words,  or their VOICE that itched his brain.   “There is .. something,  about you that I question.”   His bones felt cold despite the warm blood running in his body,  another familiar feeling.   002.

UPDATE  X1 ;     eeeeeeeeshhhh , do I rrreaaaaallyy like his current name ?  nono,  after awhile it didn’t,  click .. so!  welcome KEINU KAZEHAYA,   yeah.  That has a lil kick to it.        

THE ANZHONG FAMILY WAS MERCILESS,  BORN TO ASSASSINATE THOSE WHO ARE IN THE WAY.  GENERATIONAL TRADITION. AT THE AGE OF 8 — INSTEAD OF TOYS ,  HE HELD HIS FIRST SWITCHBLADE. ICY COMPARED TO WARM SKIN ,  RAZOR-SHARP INSTEAD OF SOFT ,  INSTEAD OF MAKING FRIENDS HIS AGE,  HE MADE ENEMIES , ASSOCIATES.  INSTEAD OF PLAYING AT PLAYGROUNDS ,  HE TRAINED.
            AT THE AGE OF 12 — HE TOOK HIS FIRST KILL ,  A PROSECUTOR.  A BULLET ⊹ TO THE FOREHEAD ,  NOT ONCE DID HE FEEL DISSATISFACTION, INSTEAD OF REPENTANCE HE FELT CONQUERING, IN CONTENT.  AT THE AGE OF 16 — HE HAVE SUCCESSFULLY KILLED 62 OPPOSITIONS ,  MAKING HIM SECOND RANKED ASSASSIN AT A YOUNG AGE COMPARED TO HIS BROTHERS AND SISTERS. NOT ONE MISCONCEPTION,  MISCALCULATION, QUALM.  JUST PURE BLISS.    AT THE AGE OF 20 —THE HIGHEST YAKUZA MEMBER BY THE NAME OF ███████ WAS ASSASSINATED BY HIS HANDS MAKING HIM THE MOST TARGETED MAN IN JAPAN,  AFTER DEALING WITH SITUATION,  HE TOOK THE INVITATION WITH THE MAFIA ,  TAKING THE TRIP TO THE US.
            AT THE AGE OF 25 — AND ONGOING , HE HAVE TAKEN THE ROLE AS THE GUARD DOG,  THE ONE WHO PROTECTS THE DIGNITARY.   
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SKILLS—  Hand -to- hand combat,  agility  &&  durability,  more advanced weapons includes Rifles , hand knives , pistols,  swords + more.    Mastered  in psychology and analysis ,  More so attacks from long distance   ( Unless needed ) As a SNIPER.  He’s quiet in any attack.  A protector ,  giving him the  title  GUARD DOG from  █████ .  AWARENESS —  Despite it  not looking like he’s paying attention,   His eyes are everywhere ,  analyzing,  watching.        MORE TO BE ADDED.   
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