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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 2:36 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:14 am
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At My Command,
"Again!" A gentle voice came after the sound of metal against metal stopped. Fresh cut grass and sweat filled the air as a lone clearing was walked up on. As one looked through the bushes that surrounded the clearing, one could see two forms fighting with blades. They were both taking a break, a small puddle of clear water near one of them as a small bush of roses were near the other. Soon the warriors pushed off from their trees and walked around in the circle that has been worn down from such acts. They gave a gentle and courteous bow to each other before raising dull swords towards the other. Training swords. This was a simple training grounds for the two warriors that paced around the circle watching the other.
"How long have we been out here?" One of them asked, silver hair gracing his head and sweat glistening down his bare chest. It was he who started the next bout, the two swords clashing against each other as their owners danced around. The fight was more like an elegant dance, the warriors more like muscular dancers. As they tried to get into each others defenses, they moved like spirits, their feet touching the ground but their bodies so relaxed and gracious. These weren't warriors, they were dancers. They weren't holding swords, they were holding string that danced off their partner.
"Nearly all day. Since sunrise."The other one stated as they pulled back, again circling. This one had black sweat soaked hair, short and clinging to his face while his partner's was pulled back into a hair tie and riding low in the tail. They were both muscular, only a trained eye could tell that the silver haired dancer had smaller muscles then the black haired one. They both walked on their toes, keeping ready in case the other let an attack out early. Their bodies were either sunburned or their light skin were being strained with this fight. It was hard to tell from where one watched this fight, but their skins were redder than normal.
"It is going to be dark here soon. We should be heading back." The silver haired angel stated as he again charged the other, their blades dancing in the center of the field as each of the warriors moved around a smaller, yet worn down circle. It was clear where they battled and where they relaxed. Yet it was hard to tell who was getting the upper hand in this fight. Even harder to tell who was more experienced. As the warriors danced around each other, even the untrained eye could tell that they both wanted a break or to quit. Their bodies were struggling to keep up with the hard blows and the fast movements, yet doing so despite the fatigue gripping them.
"After this match." The dark haired angel stated before dodging an attack and bringing his blade up to the others neck. "You still have to learn how to block that move. Speed and agility won't always be on your side, Veson." The name was given as the blades lowered, both nodding before backing off and bowing to each other. Each went to a different side, the dark haired warrior going to the rose bush and the silver haired warrior, Veson, going to the water.
"But how, Zaou? You have yet to teach me this one." Veson stated, his light voice seeming tired from the fight. As he lowered himself down against the tree, his fingers danced in the water next to him, the water moving with his fingers. Next to the water was the sheath that once again contained the practice sword, a little beyond that was an open shirt that barely covered his chest, covering his belly button where the sides finally connected.
"I have taught you everything you need to know. It is up to you to figure how to live that one. Its the one move that the warriors on the true battle field will be using to kill. You need to learn how yourself, I can't always be there to save you." Zaou, the black haired warrior, stated as he settled in the ground and against the tree, his fingers caressing the rose bush next to him. His eyes scanned the other before the eyes locked, a smile gracing both of their lips before they reached for their sheathed swords. The battle didn't pick up, but they were both testing each other. A warrior always had to be ready for a fight at all times.
"Lets go. My advisers are probably wondering what kept me so long. Let alone why I have so many bruises. This will be a fun story to tell! I got beat up by a celestial warrior who works under me!" Veson stated as the two got up. The truth about these two were reveled, even if it was in a slight joke and riddle. The raven haired male was a Celestial warrior while the silver haired male was the Prince of these lands, Pangu to be exact. The two were the only ones so far, the only ones who have been spotted with the mark of a warrior who serves under their priestess. Even though they were both Celestial warriors, one had a higher rank due to birth. Even if rank was considered in their friendly almost brotherly relationship.
"Yes, and then they will look towards me and blame me for nearly killing their leader!" Zaou stated with a laugh, making both the angels chuckle. They were working their way through the forest back to the castle, the plants making way for the two warriors. Zaou controlled the nature around them, even without thinking at times. It was a part of him, the nature. Just like water was a part of the Prince next to him. It came to them like a savior, keeping them both alive and letting the two become masters of the elements that saved them.
Not only did they share the ability to control certain elements around them, not only were they warriors, but they were the closest friends that any had ever seen. They were like brothers from another mother. When they were both young, after they both got their marks, they found each other. They were both teens, one slightly older than the other, and became the dearest friends they had ever had in their lives. Since that day, one was teaching the other how to fight and the other was teaching his friend how to deal with public and how to keep alive in a crowd of people. The war and people, that's what they shared as well. Both things so important to their current lives and something that they would need later on in life. Prince Veson and Zaou, friends to the end and dear brothers for eternity. And this is what they have been doing for the last five years, even longer than that if they truly counted years.
Unleash Hell!
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 2:35 pm
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As the two warriors headed back, another came towards them, coming up the path they were taking back to the palace. Though, given the older gentleman didn't have any sort of Celestial power, it made a harder trek for him. Though, to be honest, Jun Li-liang was used to this sort of thing. He was also used to the fact that he was the one to keep the Prince and the young Warrior in check.
The General had long since realized that the Prince was much like his father, and thusly was known for getting himself into trouble which he would have to get him out of. Thankfully, however, the only thing the Prince had been doing was sneaking off like this. He had to give the boy credit, despite it all. He atleast chose days where he wasn't required in the Imperial Court to go off and train, unlike his old man. The problem was, he didn't let his advisors know where he was running off to. Not to mention staying out rather late doing so. Had something happened to the Prince, no one would know.
Catching a glimpse of the two heading back, Li-liang moved to a spot to where he could intercept the two. Once in position, he merely stood there, waiting for the two to approach, his arms crossed over his chest. The General was a rather imposing looking man, even more so when he was aggravated like he was now. He was rather heavily muscled, his jet black hair pulled back into a high ponytail which was nearly on top of his head. He waited, rather patiently, for the Prince and the Celestial Warrior to approach.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 8:01 pm
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At My Command,
Like his father, the Prince was following rules that he himself had set down. If he was free, he would go out and train. If he was busy, he could always catch up on the next day or do some personal training. Zaou was always keeping him in line, however. It was a very interesting fact, the Prince being kept in line by a celestial warrior. Yet, they were friends and were there for each other. Like now, when the Prince had 'time limits' given to him by his advisers. Zaou never did leave Veson's side for these confrontations that Jun Li-liang, for there was always questions that only Zaou could answer.
"This looks interesting. Wonder what it is this time." Veson stated softly before looking over the adviser. he always did hate the restrictions of the area. He had to be the Prince, yet he was also a celestial warrior, wasn't he? Thanks to his father, he never did get the proper training. It was Zaou who came to his assistance for this. It was the warrior next to him that had taught the Prince everything he needed to know at this stage.
"You left without telling him, again? I can't believe you." Zaou stated teasingly, smiling and even letting a soft chuckle out. They both laughed at this, knowing that advisers never did like letting their prince out. Either that, or they wanted to make sure he was 'behaving' himself out there in the woods. "They didn't want their Princey getting hurt by an ant!" Zaou teased softly, again making the two laugh. At times, it felt wonderful to laugh.
Unleash Hell!
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 9:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 2:32 pm
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She hadn't wanted to come here. She really hadn't. Usually she'd hit the country, where there were less people to deal with. But she needed money, and so she needed a job. Of course, finding a job in a city that had "beat men to a bloody pulp" on the list of requirements was about as likely as finding a needle in a haystack.
As she wandered into the slums section of the city (they all had one; no matter how grand or prosperous a city or a country was, there were ALWAYS slums) she heard the shout of men and the pattering of feet. The area behind her ear scorched with a sudden heat and Mei-Li caught the gleam of her mark. Immediately she clapped a hand over, her hazel eyes snapping over to the alley she stood before. Something was calling her to go. Alright, let's see where my instincts lead me this time.
It wasn't hard to locate the problem. The men were about as quiet and as graceful as a herd of stampeding oxen, and it just so happened that it seemed whatever - or more rather, whomever - they were chasing was headed in her direction. To her shock and outrage, it was a young girl. She was dressed oddly . . . Is she . . . the cause of my mark going off like that? Could she be . . . But that wasn't her concern right now. The Nyosein woman waved her arms, hoping to gain the girl's attention.
"Here! Over here, girl!" she called. "Get behind me! Now!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 11:31 am
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That did it. As the girl collapsed behind her, Mei-Li's temper snapped. Her mark glazed golden in testimony to her indignant anger, and she moved forward, planting herself firmly between the girl and the slave traders.
"Heh . . . been a while since I got to do this," she smirked darkly.
One man lashed out with a whip. Mei-Li ducked, pooling her chi into her legs. Only Miko, Seishi, and those with well-maintained chi would have seen the purple qi glowing around her leg, seen it extend out from her limb as she made a low sweep.
"You stupid men . . ."
The man closest to her went down, only to be trampled by a couple of his comrades. The man wouldn't die (unfortunately, she thought) but he wouldn't be partaking in the fight any longer. Another man got close enough, and brandished his sword. Mei-Li dodged, but snarled softly when she felt the tip bite through the skin on her cheek. She sent him and his broken sword flying with a well-aimed sock.
". . . never . . ."
It was clear the men were completely out-classed, but they were foolish, and they were intent on getting the girl that was on her knees behind Mei-Li. The Nyosein woman noticed a cart pulled up on one side of the connecting alleys. It wasn't the greatest, but she was starting to get bored of these losers. Feinting, she snapped another guy's sword in the process and grabbed the cart. With little effort, she heaved it over her head.
". . . LEARN!!" Mei-Li roared as she lobbed the cart.
Just in time, the slave traders figured that maybe the cute little girl with strange clothing wasn't the best target to go after. They turned heel and fled, though one man was unfortunate enough to be crushed by the flying cart. Mei-Li brushed herself off as she watched the ones who had lived run off as if demons were after them.
"Geez . . ." turning, she strode up to the girl and knelt down beside her. The girl would have seen the golden light still shining from Mei-Li's neck. "Hey, you okay, girl? One of them gave you a nasty lash over your back. Let me see."
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 4:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 8:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 6:15 pm
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Mei-Li let out low whistle as she saw Keiko's back.
"Dang, just who'd I pick up?" she asked, more to herself than to the younger woman. The Nyosein fixed the girl with a stare. "Keiko, you some kind of foreign princess or something? I've never seen a regular country girl with skin like yours. Dang."
Mei-Li concentrated on treating the wound, still muttering. First some water from a jug on the table, and she cleaned the wound out. Once that was done, she opened a small container of what looked like mint cream. It smelled richly of herbs, but though not entirely unpleasant, was still sharp.
"Alright, this might sting a bit," she warned as she scooped some of the substance with her fingers.
With that, she applied it gingerly over the open cut. She quickly finished by wrapping bandaging, circling around Keiko's body under her bosom, to cover the paste. Tying that off, she grinned and gently patted the girl's back.
"There we go all finished," she said. "But seriously, where are you from?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 7:41 pm
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