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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 7:40 pm
It is the pride of the grasslands, a sea of grass that bends and dances in the playful prairie winds. The grass grows over many babbling streams, none more than a foot deep. There are many animals here, mostly grazers and their predators. The most common species is a relative of the deer. These creatures feed on the fresh grass shoots so abundant. Standing at shoulder height, they can be ridden but rather like a deer they bound from place to place. They are a herd animal with large antlers, covered in green lichens and are often covered in birds. There is a wide variety of plants in the grasslands, some toxic, some ornate, all vibrant. There are very few trees for as far as the eye can see, only tall shady monuments to history, sentential and scouts for the jungle hiding just beyond view, gradually encroaching on the grasslands. This is a politically neutral ground, protected and enforced by Kusagakuri, and has been used for many peace deliberations.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 7:54 pm
Across the shifting grasses a large shadow writhed and shuddered with movement. Flying above the grasses was a large celestial dragon, its long serpentine body was a feast of colors to the eyes. Having no wings it propelled itself by writhing like a snake through the air. The dragon moved fluidly over the green sea, a single talon tracing through the grasses before the creature landed gracefully on the soft tarmac. Coiling in on itself the dragon exploded into a flurry of colored paper. Like a small tornado the papers came together in the form of Kyuuji, the Kusakage. Oddly his clothing was composed of the greens of the grasslands, varying in shades to better mimic the grass. He was wrapped in a long flowing robe that was knotted in places, holding it fast to his body. His pale desert eyes gazed over the shifting reeds appreciatively.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 10:40 am
With a sigh Kyuuji's body unfolded into the wind blowing towards Hi no Kuni and Konohagakure. Gracefully the papers took the shape of dragonflies and he sped off, the squadron off creatures dodging through the grasses, performing feats of aerobatic marvel that only the unique creatures can. They were quite the sight, a swarm of small multicolored darts that changed direction so often that it would be hard to view each individual, but rather inspiring a watcher to watch the whole as it moved artfully towards the mountain range that separates Kusa no Kuni from Hi no kuni.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:48 am
× × ×××××××××××××××××××××××××→Kyuuji Iwaku←××  ××××××××G R A S SX X S H O D A IX XK U S A K A G EX XR E T I R E D
Bend, Fold, and Press it.
The Truth never changes.
Seeming to wander about the grassland, Kyuuji moved through the land known as "the army of innumerable blades". Eventually he reached a place that he was comfortable with, a small clearing of short soft grass surrounded by tall reeds. With a lazy stretch to the sky he began his manipulation of Shikigami no Mai.
From the voluminous sleeves flew a swarm of green dragonflies, obscuring the view from above. Playfully the paper creatures buzzed about as if they were real. Then with a shimmer the dragon flies became reeds, bending in the wind and blending perfectly with the reeds surrounding the clearing. Forming suitable cover.
Now that he was adequately concealed Kyuuji reached into his own chest, the paper it was composed of folding out of the way, and pulled out the shikigami he had sealed the Nibi's chakra in.
In a flurry of paper, there was suddenly a table before him. In another flurry of movement there floated several hand shaped shikigami, which began to gather the soft grass around them into bundles. When enough grass had been collected one of the hands morphed into a mortar and pestle. Quickly a green paste was formed from the grass, when the right consistency had been reached Kyuuji added a few spices to the paste, drawing out an earthy aroma from the mixture.
When all the preparations had been completed everything seemed to still. A smile filled Kyuuji's face as he began to sing the old folk songs of Kusa no Kuni, and to the rhythm of the song everything started to move. A small tornado of paper surrounded Kyuuji, and like a grand conductor he brandished a brush, tipped with the grass-born ink.
As the paper swirled about him, an elaborate seal began to form, thousands on thousands of characters and lines began to come together around the Shikigami containing the Nibi's chakra. Hours pass with the master of paper forming his elaborate seals, not quite sure if the effort will pay off or not. He had a theory, a small one, concerning some ancient stone tablets hidden around the shinobi nations, but it was a small one. Yet he labored on.
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