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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 3:11 pm
Cuirose nodded and said "Shuzumaji I only came here to take back my sword that you stoll."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 3:25 pm
Shuya was confused at this point. "Does... this mean you're my father to?" He asked.
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- Lively Pickle - Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 8:15 am
"Why yes little wretch! Sadly I am your so called 'father'!" He said with something of a swagger and then continued "Do you have a problem witht that?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:09 am
Shuya sighed. "Why does Cuirose hate you so much?" He asked.
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- Lively Pickle - Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 4:16 pm
"Because I killed his one true freind and did a bunch of other bad things to ruin his life!" Shuzumaji siad
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 4:17 pm
Shuya nodded. "I see. So, may you give the sword back to Cuirose so we can be on our way?" He asked politly. Not seeing how evil Shuzumaji really is.
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- Lively Pickle - Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 5:29 pm
A new born blizzard was billowing across the vast series of mountains, sleet and snow pounded against a tall figure, standing on a cliff's edge and staring out into the endless blizzard. The man sighed, he had come so far, but only to be affronted by his own kin, what would they say about him? Oh what would they think? But now was not the time to worry about reputations, the blizzard would be attracting various mythical beasts, that would undoubtedly attack the man the first chance they got. The man had long pitch black hair he looked like an "emo" kid. A long dark traveling cloak was wrapped around him and a huge rucksack was on his back. The sheath of a giant sword, a few long lances, and a sub-machine gun could be seen. The holster of the sub-machine gun was slung over the man's front, bullet shells lined his fur lined hooded, chocolate brown snow jacket. The lances were wrapped in what looked like dark tan cloth and were tied to the man's waist, sticking out on his right and left side. The sword's sheath was at the least seven feet long, seven inches wide, and very detailed. Its sheath was the color of maple syrup and was slung around his back; on his top right side the handle and about ten inches of sheath could be seen, and on his bottom left side you could see at least a foot of the edge and down. His legs were strapped all around with little pockets, a knife pouch was visible on the right side of his right knee, and many little pockets with bullet casings and scrolls were all around his snow pants. The snow pants were a dark black and were about as tight as normal Levis jeans. But under were midnight black tight pants. His shoes were normal skater shoes, black laces were on the right shoe, and yellow laces were on the left shoe. His face was quite handsome and his cold gray eyes stared straight ahead, he seemed deep in thought.
With a sudden jolt the man let out an "Aha!" as he nodded his head vigorously. He could not be older than seventeen. His black hair fell over his face; half concealing his eyes, but he shoved it aside. Then, quite suddenly, he turned on the spot, and began to trudge down the hillside. After about twenty minutes of treacherous walking he reached the base of the mountain he had been standing upon. With a grunt of effort his got a better grip on his rucksack and began to trudge up the hill, right into the blizzard. Everything was a blur, he couldn't even see his own hands, and icy cold wind stung his face as snow covered his body. He had to keep shaking it off; it was only adding weight to his heavy load. Working his muscles furiously, he battled with the blizzard. Sometimes he didn't know which way was which or if he was going down or up, right or left. It was all a blur of snow. The wind had reached howling point after about an hour of stumbling along. Still he climbed; up, up, and up, the steep mountain ridge. He had finally found his way. But still he kept bumping into trees and hearing the howling and sharp snarls of different creatures, trying to find their way though the blizzard. He was inwardly hoping that he wouldn't bump into any other living thing. Nothing good could ever come out of two people meeting in the middle of the dangerous, blurry, and monstrous winter storm we call a blizzard. The meeting might end in death. At last his feet reached even snowy earth and he stepped from the blizzard. But light did not pour into his eyes, it was still dark; snow and wind were still flying everywhere, but he could at least see. This was a relief compared to his horrid adventure through the evil blizzard.
But what met the man's eyes was something that made his insides squirm. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched the giant wooly mammoth hurtling towards him. The humongous furry beast was at least forty feet high, ten feet wide, and sixty feet in length. It was huge. And its head was lowered so its ebony white tusks were leveled, pointing directly in the direction of the man.
"RYO!" Bellowed the mammoth;
"You-you're a-a god!?" Ryo screamed back.
So now we knew the man's name; Ryo stood, a look of bewilderment spread across his handsome face.
"RYO!" barked the god again; "THIS TIME YOU SHALL NOT GET AWAY!" as it said this, it began to pick up speed.
"NO! IT WASN'T ME! I DID NOT BETRAY YOU!" shrieked Ryo, fear emanating from his face.
"YOU SHALL DIE!" roared the god.
Ryo, in the speed of light, unsheathed his sword and threw himself into the air. He went flying towards the god and brought his sword down. When he was eight feet away he plunged his sword into the mammoth’s wooly back.
With a cry of pain the god shook Ryo off, sending him flying to the left.
Ryo's eyes widened as he flew through the air, he hit the ground a tumbled down about five feet then righted himself. A trickle of blood ran down his forehead, but he didn't notice. His face was so numb it didn't make much difference. The mammoth, now driven wild by the poison of the blade, trampled down trees as it ran around. Finally it ran right of the edge of the mountain ridge and plummeted to its death.
Ryo Hurriedly muttered a spell and sword appeared, back in its sheath, as if nothing had happened. Then Ryo turned towards the huge castle standing upon a mountain peek, shielded by many other mountains, it was probably one hundred miles away and began to trudge back up towards his destination.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:43 pm
Cold: the substance with what filled his heart. Hatred: the emotion which controlled his every move; fear, fearing the future; death, what shall come in time to pass? All that, filled inside Ryo, and pain. Pain: the feelings that kept him going, the fault of humanity, the weakness of the human heart. But Ryo knew no pain, only numbness. He had killed in the last forty eight hours. And only four people knew. Murder: silence, darkness, death, nothingness. Was this what was to be burdened upon him? Was this what he would live with for now and forever? No one, no power, no prayers, no fights, could stop him now; it all came down to this next year. His year; the war had been called upon, and only a few people knew that were close to Ryo; his brother, Shiro, his cousin, Cuirose, and his father Kratos God of War. What shall be done? Everything was falling apart. The church bells were ringing with a muffled and eerie sound. Echoing throughout the world of man: men women and children; falling into the hands of the four elders. Something had started, and Ryo was depending on Cuirose and Shiro to alert the school he used to attend. Education wasn't worth anything now. Only blood, sweat, and tears awaited Ryo. Gods turned on each other. Alliances were broken and fights breaking out all over the world; and the clash on friend and friend. Oh what had come of the world we once called "home"? What has been bequeathed upon our many races and traditions? What has happened to solitude? Where did peace go? Where did all sanity fall into?
Ryo was begrudgingly climbing up the steep mountain ridge, wondering what was going on at the school that was once his home. The blizzard was only getting worse and worse. It had started to follow him up the mountain...
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:13 pm
Aneila was on her way in from gathering her last load of wood before the full impact of the blizzard hit the mountainside, when she sensed a dark and brooding presence. She halted her steps in order to listen. Despite the newly fallen snow, Nene could still ascertain the direction of the intruder's footsteps. 'He's going towards the cottage. I must warn Granda!'
"Halt! Who goes there?!" She threw her voice into the wind, but it was quickly grabbed away in the bluster of the foul weather. Frustrated, Aneila ran silently towards the visitor.
Once she was within hearing distance, once more, she called out, "What business have you here, sir?!" With her silver hair and eyes and pale complexion, Aneila appeared nearly as a shadow against the snow-blanketed landscape. A fool might think her a ghost, but only a fool, as she was quite solid, despite her coloring. 'What does he want with us?' she wondered silently, 'Or is he unaware of our presence and lost entirely?'
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:38 pm
A chill went down Ryo's numb spine and he turned on the spot, making a small three-sixty circle in the snow. Something was lurking in the depths of the blizzard he had just left. He stood, a look of utter bemusement on his face. Flecks of snow were clinging to his hair, and as he turned his eyes were covered by a mass of black lines. For a moment he was confused then he realized it was only his hair. Pushing it out of his face, he squinted into the blizzard. Surely no one was here, but no, he heard the unkown entity's thoughts. "He's going towards the cottage..." that was all he got, but what cottage? He was journying to the huge marble castle, the dwelling of Kino, the giant wolf God. Then suddenly with a jolt, he was knocked to one side; "What the- !"
"Ryo!?"
"Cuirose! Is that you?"
"Yes!"
"Oh thank god!"
Cuirose ran back up to Ryo, helping him up. "Sorry 'bout that. Thought you were a skeleton." Cuirose stood, beaming down at Ryo. "Blimey Ryo, do you hear that?" "Sounds like someone's here..." Cuirose looked around wearily; he sniffed the air and spat on the ground. "I smell an elf!" snarled Cuirose. "SHOW YOURSELF!" he bellowed.
"Cuirose, how did you- ?" Ryo stammered.
But Cuirose interupted him; "Hush Ryo. I must go. Look out for any other people around here. And remember; don't trust anyone." Cuirose looked sternly at Ryo for a moment and then jumped off the cliff into the reveine below.
Ryo stood; "My business, is to meet up with the wolf God, Kino. What is your business here my young elf friend?" Ryo's voice was cold and peircingly loud, it was so loud that it could be heard clearly through the blizzard. He seemed to be intrieged by the fact that someone had found him...
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 10:38 pm
Suddenly, Aneila was aware of a second male presence. Although the wind ensured that she only caught bits and pieces of the ensuing conversation, she was able to ascertain that the two were friends, and the presence of another being, particularly an elf, it seemed, was neither anticipated nor desired.
"SHOW YOURSELF!"
Aneila stiffened at the order. 'How dare he command me on my own territory, as though he were some sort of god!' Nevertheless, she stepped in front of a tree, so that the brown of the tree trunk would provide a contrast to her pale features that the snow did not.
"My business, is to meet up with the wolf God, Kino. What is your business here my young elf friend?"
"My grandfather is the primary guardian of this side of the mountain. All trespassers must be escorted to the castle by either my grandfather or myself." As she spoke, Aneila walked in the direction of the voice."Is the mighty Kino expecting your visit, esteemed sir?" She had been working with her grandfather long enough to know that it was always best to assume that Kino's visitors were of high ranking and to treat them as allies, but never turn one's back to them, lest they be foes. 'I hope for all of our sakes that he is...' she thought silently towards the man, whom she could tell by the form of the wind around him was considerably taller than herself. Kino did not like trespassers on his mountain, and when Kino was angry, everyone on the mountain suffered.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 3:56 pm
Ryo looked around, then he saw the girl who had adressed him; he walked a bit closer, the better to see her; "You know Kino? You've met Kino? The great wolf God of winter? Oh but of course, you're Aneila are you not? Now I know the rumers are true, young girl, I seek a conference with Kino. Me, my brother Shiro, and my cousin Cuirose are all meeting there." Wind rustled the dead trees, and snow blew in every direction, something was wrong. Ryo looked around, the wind was to loud. It was shreiking and howling like a banshee. In the distance he could hear rumbling foot steps, every step dilberatly louder than the other, every second he heard the muffled booming noise from the mountains far away. Something massive was gaurding the entrance to the castle, he could see a small figure lumbering around the entry gates.
Then in a flash, Cuirose darted next to Ryo: "Ha! I knew you were alive! Yes, of coures, you're - "
"Aneila." Ryo finished the sentance for Cuirose, who scouled back at Ryo.
Ryo and Cuirose were six inches apart in height. Cuirose was tall and muscular, he had long golden hair, and wore only a thin red hoddie, with his bare chest showing. He wore midnight black skinny jeans and what looked like normal skater shoes. But his eyes, a peircling and sparkling sky blue. His hair had fallen over his face, so that you could barely see his peircing stare; "I am Cuirose, I am known in urben legends as the Oni of the Ash. I have killed millions of my own and other races. I control the army of the dead and all elements of dark magic. I bow to you, for your bravery, no, for your stupidity." an evil smirk streched across Cuirose's face, showing sharp fangs, and he bowed. Then righted himself.
Ryo looked at the girl and said: "My brother Shiro will be ariving a bit late, he in the middle of an...awkward moment I expect..."
Cuirose laughed a high, cold, murthless laugh; "Probably stuck with some girl, the little skink. Always trying to escape big deadlines and important meetings and stuff like that." Cuirose, although having an evil laugh, had a soft, kind, and warm voice. As if he would always be there, though it all. His voice had a reasurring tone to it, like you could trust him with anything. It was strange; how someone like that could be kind and caring...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 10:08 pm
Although it rather surprised Aneila that anyone would have heard of her, as she had yet to realize how extraordinary her position was, it scarcely concerned her. Perhaps, she was known by name, yes, but that hardly meant that her abilities and secrets were world-renown. That would be frightful, indeed.
Aneila shivered as the wind whipped and whistled even more fiercely than before, as though death and destruction were on it's draft. Shortly, she discovered how very close that was to the truth. As Cuirose bragged about the multitudes of murders he had committed, Nene's blood ran cold, then hot. She refused to fear this creature, but she had no hesitations about hating him with a fury. As she couldn't see the monster, she had no fear of his fangs, nor admiration of his striking appearance, but she could feel the evil in his very presence and hear it throughout even the hidden tones of his voice.
As this master of death spoke, Aneila's eyes faded slowly from grey to a fiery red-orange. At the comment about her 'stupidity', a small pop could be heard, and Aneila quickly closed her right fist around the small orb of fire that had appeared between her pointer finger and thumb. 'I must not let them see my anger,' she thought to herself. No one had ever told her that her eyes gave away all of her strongest emotions. Had he been a bit wiser, and less selfish, her grandfather would have seen the reason for her to learn to control it, but he enjoyed using that knowledge to his advantage. It was the only way to tell the fair elf's emotions, as she was quite talented at disguising them in her tone of voice, for that even she could sense.
Refusing to respond to Cuirose' disparaging remark on her intelligence, Aneila acknowledged only Ryo's remark. "I see, so there will be three of you gentlemen?" She glanced around at the rising storm. "This is no weather in which to travel to the castle. If it pleases you, you may both accompany me to my grandfather's cottage, until the storm breaks. I will send out my wolves to await your brother. They will lead him to the cottage to join us." While phrased as a suggestion or offer, the tone in which Aneila spoke her piece was polite, yet firm, clearly conveying the message that it was not only an option, but it was the ONLY option.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:37 pm
Cuirose smirked, "Ah the young lady seems to be a tad angry?"
"Shut up Cuirose," muttered Ryo; "You don't always have to be such an a**..."
"Oh well excuse me mister boring face!" cooed Cuirose before turning to Aneila; "We accept your offer. It seems, to my great dislike, that our trifling blizzard has turned into a thunder storm. So, we have no choice but to come with you." Cuirose grimaced; the thought seemed to sicken him slightly; "What say you, Ryo?"
Ryo scowled up at Cuirose before nodding curtly without saying a word. He seemed to be annoyed that Cuirose was being so rude, not that he exactly cared, but if they had any chance of surviving their journey. So in other words, if Cuirose held his tongue and blood lust, and they might not have to use any spiritual energy. They had to save their power for the "meeting" with Kino. Ryo had a bad feeling that was probably right, that Shiro would not make it. He always had trouble with timings. It wasn’t his best quality. Hopefully he could put trust into Shiro, but he still concerned about the arrival of his younger brother.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:49 pm
Lith pulled his car to a stop, it was an old fiero, definitely not an off-road car. He was surprised he could make it this far. He stepped out.. the exact spot he had found Marie a few weeks previous. "Where are you kid!?" He yelled, kicking the snow angrily. He hadn't been able to find her anywhere in the city.. so he figured maybe she had come back here. "Anybody here!?" He yelled out. If she had come through here.. maybe someone had seen her.
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