Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 4

The barracks hadn’t changed for as long as Din could remember. What they called a “barracks” was really just a small, square shaped room with weapons lining every inch of the walls. From swords to katars, jurs to bows, it was a wonder that so many instruments of death could be found in one place. Contrary to the beliefs of most non-Tursen, the barracks was not guarded at all. Any person could easily steal weaponry from the barracks if they so desired. The thing is, every person knew that, even armed in every single way possible, no person could fight a Tursen evenly.
Both Din and Arthur found Coras Tursen uniforms hanging up in a supply closet in the corner of the barracks (the only spot where no weapons were hanging). Din picked up his own after a few seconds of searching. The Coras uniform was a simple garb of black cloth lined with the bones of beasts slain, or found dead. The bones were arranged to form the Coras insignia: a single fang over a rain cloud, symbolising their defiance towards the rain, and their custom to raid during storms. The garb was nothing more than a cape and a hood to fit over a Tursen’s clothing; however, Din’s was special. He liked to take time in order to distinguish himself among the Tursen. Din’s uniform used rain resistant material, the same colour as the regular uniform, that covered his entire body, like a full suit. The arms and legs were lined with the rib bones of creatures he himself had gone out to slay, as well as the joints, which were capped by circular bones. He swiftly slipped his uniform on, and tied the cape around his neck. He then picked up mask for his mouth made of the jaws of what some might say to be a dragon, and attached it to his hood.
Din walked towards a box made of the bones of some sort of monster. It looked to be the skull of a giant snake; the head severed, and the jaws latched together to form a container. He tugged on the two longest fangs, releasing them from the latch that bound them, and opened jaws as wide as the joint would allow. Inside, two daggers were stored.
Both were completely black. So much so, that anyone other than Din might mistake the blade for the handle. They were different sizes, one at about 14 inches, and the other at about 9, and both had a jewel encrusted into the hilt. The longer blade contained a deep red gem. It seemed to pulse, and radiate cold. The shorter dagger was charmed by a calming green stone. It too seemed to have a pulse. Din slipped the two into his belt
“Wow” Arthur said, looking over his shoulder from across the room where he was apparently inspecting a pair of axes. “Come now, they aren’t even Reghs, Din! No need to get serious.”
“That” Din said back, his mask giving the already cold sound of his voice an even more menacing tone, “Is very true.”
Arthur relaxed slightly. His shoulders drooped, and he smiled at his small friend. “You know,” he said “I’ve known you for 8 years, and I still don’t know if you turn that voice on and off just to scare people or if it’s actually something you can’t control”
Din smiled back at Arthur. “What voice?” he said, as he laid his daggers back into the jaws of the serpent. Arthur shivered.