The story of Trystan

[razerwing]

The neko was a fugitive now. He had escaped his prison, and couldn't help but wonder where he would end up next. In his cell, the guards had failed to break him, and he was one with a strong feeling of independance. He very rarely listened to orders unless he trusted that person, and he trusted no one in that godforsaken hell hole. As he roamed through the forest surrounding the prison walls, he hefted his stolen rifle. The thief smiled as he remembered how well stocked they were, and how that would lead to their falling. As he got farther into the treeline, he pulled out a small remote control, flipping up the little black cover and pulling the trigger that was protected by the black box. His ears flickd to the glorious sound of his charges blowing up, destroying the complex in a matter of seconds. The neko was on his way now, or so it seemed.