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he stood rigid against the cool morning air... glancing as he horizon moved with him. with his eyes gazing from off the gigantic floating castle's steps he could see a the vast expanse that layed beyond , and what he saw kept his gaze... cities, towns, people, they all had a story... and in the eyes of abraham godslayer, they all had an ending. and he chuckled at the thought that he might contribute to that ending.

abraham was pretty tall, six three about. but besides being tall he was broad, but not bulgingly muscular; he was the kind of build that made him who he was. he was ancient, many milinia had not aged him even slightly... it was as if time itself was sparing its greatest killing machine.

abraham was notorious, he was one of the only men who's armor bore no signs of battle, dispite the thousands of battles he had actually faught. what was more, it was made of an extremely dark purple stone that made him look most eerie. his helm was open, but it was built in such a way so that his face couldn't be seen.

he sat down and admired the dawn, something he had done most of his life. abraham had no way to describe the sunrise... he was made for war not poetry.

because of this it wasn't suprising when he felt a tap on his armor. it was sun, His equal in rank and skill, in her mind. in his, noone could even scratch him and he made sure to maintain that standard. he turned to sun. studying her he concluded the same thing that he usually did, she was small and oriental in nature, but there was something about the way she walked and moved that gave Abraham quite the impression of her.

he laughed and moved quietly inside, waiting till both boots were inside before speaking one word.. the armor became loud, loud enough to hear every step as he moved, closer to his master's chambers