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[DragonKingKyoleth]

What separates beasts and humanity?
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The scene opens with a white and black blur moving through the trees. When the blur finally stops, it is revealed that it was a young man with white hair. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt, with white pants and black tai chi slippers. His eyes were hidden behind a black blindfold. On his head was a pair of white wolf ears, and sprouting from his tail bone was a fluffy white wolf tail.

As he paused on the branch, he slowly lifted his head and sniffed the air. After a moment a feral grin appears on his face. He slowly shifts himself, before jumping to the next branch, and continues to track his prey.

Is it their intelligence?
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The white haired man studied the group of bandits in the clearing below him. Taking note of their movements and planning. As he did, silver metallic claws began to slowly slide out of both of his wrists. His eyes darted to one of the bandits that was leaving the camp to enter the woods and the feral grin on his face got bigger.

Or is it their nature?
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The white haired man now stood before a massive oni with blood red skin. The oni lifted its kanabō and roared at the white haired man. The man lifted his head and answered with a howl as he unsheathed his claws. As he did this, his body began to grow bigger as white fur began to appear all over his face and body. Before he had finished transforming, he lunged at the oni.

The Regal White Wolf
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[DragonKingKyoleth]

A world besieged by the forces of darkness.
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An army of undead creatures march upon a city. The warriors on the city walls prepare for a battle they don't believe they can win. The bodies of the undead are in various states of decay, but all of their eyes shine with an unnatural blue light.

Where life is slowly being pushed to the brink of extinction.
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The city walls had fallen, and the warriors who had been on the walls were laying dead on the ground. The city itself was on fire and sounds of violence filled the air, accompanied by screams of fear and pain.

Consumed by the unending tides of the undead.
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The warriors on the ground begin to twitch and move, before slowly rising. Their eyes glow with the same unnatural blue light as those that killed them. They grab their fallen weapons and begin to march into the city, seeking to add the others to the horde.

But even in this dying world, hope remains
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A young boy runs from one of the undead warriors who had once guarded this city. He is soon cornered in an alleyway, with the zombie moving closer to kill him. But before the zombified warrior could raise his blade, it froze in place, before its head fell to the ground.

For a hero has risen, who will turn the tide.
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The boy looks up to see who had saved him. It was a young man, whose lower face was hidden by a dark purple scarf, and his eyes were covered by a pair of black goggles. Held in his hands was a beautiful sword, with a blade like the night sky and a polished purple gem in its pommel. The young man nodded to the boy, before he turned to leave so that he could save some others. As he did, a loud roar filled the air, and a purple and silver flame was visible just outside of the alley.

The Paladin of Starry Skies

Coming This Fall
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