Nykyrian

A sudden sound of cracking awakens the sleeping Nykyrian. It had been a long times since any real danger had found him, but still that sound could have been made by anything very, or something very dense. When though that sound did come to his ears he drew his blades and was on his feet within a matter of mill-seconds. Nykyrian didn't joke or play around when it came to his safety. Anything out there could and can be dangerous, and he wasn't willing to take any chances. A sigh of reassurance came over him as he seen that the sound came from a near by building finally sub-coming to the harsh elemental suffering it had endured over the years. Watching as it fell to the earth his ears still searched for sounds that could be coming at him. He had a hand on his blade at all times, he never knew what could come at him at anytime, and the only time he slept was when his body forced him to. He was still a day's walk from his base, a place in which no one but Nykyrian knew about, because he was the one that had constructed it, over the hundred year time period, working day in and out, slaving over it. Only one tenth of it was above ground, and that was for training, and getting into the place. After the building was done making it's noise and tossing it's dust into the air he walked from it, being careful on what he stepped on.