Raiden: A Fictional Narrative

He grew his hair long, and wore a large feather in his hat. His dress coat was of black velvet with gold stitched embroidering. He claimed that he adopted this outfit so that his men "would recognize him on any part of the field".iv

She bolted to her feet despite being asleep only moments before. "Not again," she muttered through gritted teeth, expertly throwing on a pair of tennis shoes and rushing out of the burning room. The girl dropped

The group searched his face with curiosity, with anxiety even, but found no light there, no expression that they could read. They fell away from him as

The man, in comparison, was the color of bone. Skeleton-colored skin. A ruffled uniform. His eyes were cold

People rushed around them, screaming on their phones, scolding each other, yelling at their children for being late. He stared at the people that walked by him, who seemed upset and frustrated. Castor walked next to Zack in silence, and rubbed his beard.

When it was over, she waited for him to say something. He took his time before allowing her to get away from that stupid wall and she sat down, her legs protesting as if she had been standing all

A policeman is coming out the door of the station as they’re going up the steps.

As he advances toward her, Luna adjusts her vision and catches a crystal clear glimpse of the man. He's wearing a light blue jean jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. His hands are stuffed into the pockets of a pair of moderately ripped light blue jeans. His hair is a beautiful shade of cool blonde, swooped to one side.

He chose a dirty, worn out jacket, with brown and muddy pants that went down to his heels. The two items Walter chose were the best in the dresser. The last time they updated the clothing in there was almost four years ago.

The hearths soon crackled with fires and lamps were lit. Rebrand pulled a chair up to a fire, trying to warm

follow a pattern. It looks very heavy. A loincloth is strapped around his waist to cover his groin area. It is surprisingly clean, compared to everything else about him. Two leather slippers are worn on his feet, handmade of course. The ends of the threads on his clothes, just like the eyes and scars, are glowing, more mystery surrounds him.

She looked back, searching over her shoulders for the tall male, smirking as she found him looking straight at her before using the crowd to disappear. Her hiking boots, which were caked with drying mud, helped her keep her balance, though she would have to try this with her usual five-inch stilleto heels. She only wore a black tank-top and denim shorts, her lower legs also caked with mud, which contrasted harshly against her pale skin. Long black hair, streaked with midnight purple highlights, was held up in a genie ponytail, keeping it out of her face. If it weren't for the shoes, she would have fit in with the club scene, though the shoes weren't that out of place

Zoricus and Fedrel looked at him seriously, clearly not appreciating the small outburst of silliness. They all felt a strange feeling of dread and urgency approaching the woods of the witch.

He is usually seen wearing an outfit that made of light color. This outfit is often worn when he's around people he's not used too or when meeting new people. It's a blue shirt with a white vest over on top and a white bow. Light gray pants with a black belt and finally black shoes.

"That is it," he cried, "They are using magic! The guards that were flanking the door shared glances to one another, but said nothing.