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((wow its been a long time since i been on and im surprised to see some old faces.....maybe i'll drop by and see how things are going but for now i gotta go, sorry, thems the breaks))
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Jinnei Meisenshi Sanada ((wow its been a long time since i been on and im surprised to see some old faces.....maybe i'll drop by and see how things are going but for now i gotta go, sorry, thems the breaks)) |
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A black cat strode across the Steele grounds. Its eyes pierced the night, a golden hue. Darting from shadow to shadow, the creature made its way to the doors. Slowly and methodically it worked its way into the household. Once inside, the feline approached the thick purple statue of Kiro. The cat's eyes began to narrow as he stared unmoved. While silently enthralled in this statue, the cat began to take a new shape in the darkness of the dormant home. Sitting alone in the dark was a twenty year old boy from the looks of him. His hair was blue, spiked wildly in front of his face. His eyes still a beautiful mesmerizing [sp] gold. The boy sat still, his arms wrapped around his legs which were bent to his chest. "Pop, I failed you." The boys voice was cold, but stoic. Disappointment resounded from the voice. "I couldn't find anything. Where do I look." The boy waited silently, his prophecy failing to appear. He waited hoping that something miraculous would happen and his father's guidance would give him the vision to know where to go from here. After a couple minutes of silence, the boy rocked back onto his bottom, his feet uncoiling. He stood upright, a brimming tall fellow clad in a pair of black pants and a black track jacket with blue trimming. His hands found sleep in the pockets of the jacket. The boy strolled through the home. There had to be some clue as to how he could find her. The vision he got had him vying for a way to find his sister. Suddenly, the boy stopped. His eyes enlarged and his jaw widened. A thick grin reminicent of his father replaced his awe. In front of the boy was a galiant family portrait. In the portrait a single figure stood out. "Terra! My grandmother must know where Elonia is." He spun on his heels, a pip in his step. The boy darted to the picture of his father, pressing his hand flat against his father's chest. "I will talk to her." With that, the boy spun around, his body shifting into it's feline form, and he was gone into the night, hoping to find Terra soon. |
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Jr. Seemed to walk out of the darkness itself, His white hair Which was spiked in the front wavered in the breeze, It hadn't been that long but Jr. had undergone some Drastic changes in apperances, His skin had gone a darkened hue, black vains could be seen chorusing with blood and power beneath his skin, He wore no shirt Giving his vains and change in an appearance an even more eerie effect. Covering his hands were a set of Golden Gaunlets, Which were polished nicely but seemed dulled underneath the dark aura that surronded Jr. . His lower half covered by black pants and black sneaker like shoes. He walked and the darkness seemed to move with him. Everytime his foot touched the ground it seemed to crackle with energy and the darkness rippled.
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 D I G I Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go... Digi lay back, the grit upon the roofs shingles digging into her hair and back. Everyone was gone, and Digi had been left to care for this huge thing Torran had called his home. There were some area that she could not get to to clean and it was irritating. She shook her head a little, staring up at the moon as her hands folded over her chest. She would sigh, eyes slipping shut as the sounds of the night lulled her to sleep. It is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. |
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A noise could be heard beside Digi. The padding of small paws against the roof. As the sound got louder, the small black cat would become visible. In seconds the tiny kitten would morph into a blue haired boy. He was seated next to Digi staring at her face with a grin.
"Sister." His voice was dim yet stoic. "Father has told me a lot about you." The boy looked away towards the beautiful nights dim light. He bent his arms at the elbows sliding his hands behind his head as he reclined. "If you didn't know, my name is Cecil. I am your little brother." His pitched yanked as he said little. |
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D I G I Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go... When Digi heard the noise, her brow had furrowed. Some people she knew could turn into animals, and most of then were not friendly. She shifted, trying to seem as though she were asleep as the cat transformed. Her right hand slid to her waist, seeking the blade that she normally kept there. She bit back a curse, then froze as the male spoke. Her eyes opened, propping herself up to stare at her 'brother', hair falling toward the roof to create a thin sheet. "Cecil? Look at you! You're all grown up!" Digi tilted her head back, laughter bubbling up from her chest before she leaned down to hug her brother. "Geeze, you were so tiny! God I just want to pull you into my lap and just love on you squirt!" It is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. |
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Jr. walked with his head bowed down slightly, It looked as tho he was aware of nothing but the fall of his foot steps, but he was indeed aware of everything. He knew he wasnt the only pressesnce here at the moment, but the place was quiet, not running with life, at least not tonight. He continued to move like a ghost through the darkness, He Spared himself a Glance at the building in which he was headed, his gaze easily penetrating the darkness. He felt a familar pressence the closer he came to the building, weather they were aware of him or not he was unsure, He was quiet as death in the dark, unheard, he could move like he was part of the shadows. Jr. Meant no harm to this place, This was one of the few places he could consider a home. No matter how long he left it was always a place he came back to. He was very close to the building now, and began to hear the sound of voices carrying down off the roof top he strained his ears to see if he could reconize one but he was still to far off to find it reconizable.
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D I G I Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go... Digi's laugher faltered for a second, a grin on her features. She glanced toward the ground, her voice a harsh whisper. "Someone approaches. I think it's Slayer, but something's messed up. I won't be able to place him till I see him." She would keep her brother from doing anything, chuckle a bit. "So where have you been bro? And do you know what happened to dad?" It is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. |
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Jr. Stopped as he reached the building, and listened he didn't mean to eavesdrop he was just wondering if he reconized the voices. He thought he did and even as his thoughts registered the darkness was swollowing him whole, An it was like he was never even there. Above the building behind the two figures sitting talking, the shadows seem to ripple and there was a crackle of power and Jr. stepped out of the shadows.
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D I G I Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go... Digi turned, glaring at the male coming from the shadows. She didn't recognize him, but he felt familiar. She tilted her head, deciding to take a chance. "Jr.? That you?" It is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.((I just got home from work.. that's why it's short.)) |
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Cecil grunted as his sister spoke of cuddling him to death. A grin played his lips as he wavered in strength. It had been a while since everything had unfolded with his father. He remembered the day well, but rather wished not to relive it. His eyes glazed slightly thinking of his father before he shook his head of the memories. "Father is safe.... That's all I care about...." He sighed deep looking at the darkness that was a man close by. His sister was timid about this person, so Cecil regained his focus rather then staying lethargic. He moved from his reclined pose to an upright seat his arms wrapping around his knees while his golden eyes shone bright through the nights sky. Pressing his lips together hard a thick growl rolled out of his chest, but he fought it back to silence.
"Is this man a problem sis? Do I need to converse with him?" His eyes were feline slits, and his breath was slowed to aid his calm. Cecil was beginning to show more then his fair share of feline attributes. |
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The wolf dashed through the darkened forest, a flash of silver that elegantly dashed around obstacles the forest put into her path. Her paws silent on the forest floor, she moved like a shadow would, silent and swift. Yes everything was coming together, the plan her grandmother put forth was coming into fruition.
This was exciting to her. Thrilling, and she loved the feeling. Lifting her head she howled her excitement, letting it echo throughout and into the sky. |
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D I G I Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go... Digi turned her head to Cecil, a worried expression on her features. She gently laid a hand on his fore-arm, smiling a little. "No. I'm almost positive it's Jr. Though now I want to call you kitten." Digi grinned, ruffling her brothers hair a bit. She turned her head toward the sound of a wolf's howl, her smile becoming sad. "I miss it. Miss being able to run and all that. Such is life.. full of disappointed, and pain." She shook her head a bit, absently running her fingers through Cecil's hair. Why she did it, she didn't know, but it felt right. It is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. |
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Cecil's eyes widened as his focus changed completely. He was no longer here in essence, rather he was completely and solely tracking the wolf that moved through the forest. Cecil's body wavered suddenly as he looked to Digi who was running her hands through his hair.
"I have something I must do, I shall return." Seconds later, Cecil was the black cat again, diving from the roof. Landing on all fours, Cecil broke out into a sprint towards the wolves howl. Cecil reached her, his body tense as slowly he padded forward without a sound. The golden orbs that were his eyes watched her with interest. She reminded him of the stories from his father's past in the wolf clan. "Elonia." The voice rolled in a feral shutter. |
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