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"Who...Who are you? P-please, don't hurt me!"
"Don't worry, child, I will not harm you. I know many see you as a freak, a monster to be hunted down. But me, I see potential. I want to take you in, and train you under my wing as a ninja. A footninja, that is. You will no longer be seen as hideous, but as a respected warrior. And all I ask in return is that you be loyal to me..."
Sevris remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day he could stop running, the day The Shredder had taken him in. He was soon brought into the world of a ninja, become an impressive fighter and rising high in the ranks if the footclan. He had soon found out of others lie him , yet they were sworn enemies of the Shredder, which made them his enemies as well. Though they may have been more like him than any if the regularly human ninjas he called brothers, Sevris stayed loyal to the man that had seen past his appearance to make him strong, and so he taught beside the foot. Yet the snake mutant had only had one abrupt fight with the turtles so far, and he saw them as an...interesting group of fighters to say the least. They definitely didn't seem as skilled at first glance as they really were. But Sevris knew not to underestimate them, and he did not.
But for the moment, Sevris was on his off-time, gazing over the city as he say on a rooftop, reminiscing over the past he had. He didn't remember anything but blackness before waking up as what he was. He just...knew English somehow, and had very natural abilities, almost instinctual. He would use them to rob stores for food and water and then evading humans and escaping. But the Shredder had caught him, only to extend his hand in friendship, and he had been in the foot ever since. But Sevris was so lost in thought, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings very well, and a skilled person could sneak up on him easily enough...
"Who...Who are you? P-please, don't hurt me!"
"Don't worry, child, I will not harm you. I know many see you as a freak, a monster to be hunted down. But me, I see potential. I want to take you in, and train you under my wing as a ninja. A footninja, that is. You will no longer be seen as hideous, but as a respected warrior. And all I ask in return is that you be loyal to me..."
Sevris remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day he could stop running, the day The Shredder had taken him in. He was soon brought into the world of a ninja, become an impressive fighter and rising high in the ranks if the footclan. He had soon found out of others lie him , yet they were sworn enemies of the Shredder, which made them his enemies as well. Though they may have been more like him than any if the regularly human ninjas he called brothers, Sevris stayed loyal to the man that had seen past his appearance to make him strong, and so he taught beside the foot. Yet the snake mutant had only had one abrupt fight with the turtles so far, and he saw them as an...interesting group of fighters to say the least. They definitely didn't seem as skilled at first glance as they really were. But Sevris knew not to underestimate them, and he did not.
But for the moment, Sevris was on his off-time, gazing over the city as he say on a rooftop, reminiscing over the past he had. He didn't remember anything but blackness before waking up as what he was. He just...knew English somehow, and had very natural abilities, almost instinctual. He would use them to rob stores for food and water and then evading humans and escaping. But the Shredder had caught him, only to extend his hand in friendship, and he had been in the foot ever since. But Sevris was so lost in thought, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings very well, and a skilled person could sneak up on him easily enough...