- WindFall- Special event:"The Circuit" Fighters tournament

[Uchiha Xavier]

~X snoozed on the top of a randomly placed palm tree on the Isle of Tide, with his headband covering both of his eyes and his mask still pulled tightly against the lower half of his face since a leaf had caught it in it's grasp causing it to be snagged but it did make his breathing that much easier. He had on his new attire of solid urban camoflauge about his body though he didn't hold onto his scarf, b*****d sword and his favored Windfall cloak that even he created. Though they may not have been in sight, a small hut only a few feet from the palm stood erect as X had built it in his spare time on the isle. It wasn't anything special, just leaves and branches from the islands that he gathered together so he could make a quick home for himself away from popular areas like the Rave and so he could always enjoy the relaxing sounds of the ocean by his own small home. Inside wasn't anything special either, only a small dresser so he could store his belongings whether they be articles of clothing or smaller weapons he carried while his larger items were across the hut from the dresser and against the wall next to the door. He had made a quick version of a coatrack and hung his cloak and scarf from it while his sword stood on it's blade with it's handle facing up right beside the coatrack. Now back by the dresser was a cot with an average mattress for X if he had to remain indoors for an evening though he always preferred the enviorment, he figured if he needed shelter or someone else did while on the island he would use his hut for this, but other than that it was no more than storage. The dresser acted as a nightstand as well since it was right beside the cot and at such a low level that the occupant of the cot could easily reach whatever the y needed from the nightstand. The day simply continued on as X snoozed away the morning and afternoon in the palm~

[Lord of the Norse winds]

Sounds of thunder would tear across the darkened skies of wind fall. The clouds above the inner most desolate island would glow, for a split second as a bolt of pure energy would travel through the darkened clouds. The light would be seen, struggling to pull through the dark layers, not successful, all that would be seen was the eerie glow of light behind them. As the light would travel, it would impact the grounds along the area of Earthen. The bolt of energy would strike into the ground, sending in inversion of energy within a small controlled area, much in the shape of a cylindrical object. It would form as a brilliant light, within the energy the being, only known as Norse, would slowly form. A few seconds passed, and the being would stand. Not a man, not a demon, a freak of hell, He was the true, one and only son of the most unholy. He stood there, his clothing in tatters as the areas, normally a mans eyes, would be a bare void indention in his face. The raw and ripped flesh from the orbits of his eyes perfectly visible. His skin seemed as if it were nearly burnt off, as the flesh itself looked diseased, he was no regular living creature.
His clothing consisted of two weapons to ether side of him, his shirt was red and black, the stains of blood and dirt around the sleeves, and cuffs of the shirt. Its bottom torn in tatters as it was enough to cover his scarred torn abdominal plane. His pants were suited enough to come to his feet, torn sections among the threaded patches would be many around his knees. A small belt around his waist would hold his weapons to him, other than that, nothing else. His feet were bear, as the hot earth under him would cook the flesh of his feet, but it would soon regenerate to its normal mutilated self soon enough. This being would walk forward, holding a kitsune mask in its right hand, the other was a red ribbon. Looking to the sky, seeing the billowing piles of smoke traveling to the air, and the darkened stars, his orbits would burst into a small red hot flame, the sizzling sounds of the flesh cauterizing would be audiable, as a horrid scream would over shadow that of the roaring volcanoes.
The fire would loom for a second, until forming into two small irises. It would turn, as it glanced to the volcano to the edge of the island. It stepped forward, walking over areas of red hot dirt. The smell of flesh rippling into the air as the being would wobble towards the volcano. Its arms and legs seemingly useless to it, as it looked as if it struggled the entire way over. Finding a small area of rock, it would fall backward, leaning its back against it, as its eyes would turn to the inner most island, its jaw crooked, obviously broken, its horrid appearance was already that of a dead decaying man, now sitting along a volcanic stream, the smell of cooked flesh releasing a stench of no other, hanging on the winds carried all over the Island of Earth. There he sat, his eyes of fire peering off into the distance, one hand, a kitsune mask, the other, a singed ribbon.

[Dramon Shen KiDD]

Still on the outskirts of Deeping Gale, Dramon would arise, standing tall. His Kibishii Me giving him a superior vantage point, stomach growling and his desperation growing.

Every so often the ruffling of a blade grass in the wind would give him false hope of a meal. After a few minutes, he would continue deeper into Gale with a grimace.

He was too hungry to be discreet.

[AT da Great]

Getting to the floating island would be a shince, especially with the way his body was now built. Being that he wasnt "physically" a part of this world, he would simply use his 瞬歩 shunpo to reach Deeping Gale. Standing there for a few seconds as his tattered shinigami clothing flowed with the breeze, he would focuse in on one reishi. Finally locking onto the one he was looking for, he would stalk in the direction of Dramon.

[Dramon Shen KiDD]

The breeze was refreshing and the isle was peaceful, this brought out distaste in him at the moment.

You shouldn't be so upset... Enjoy what you have at the moment. For as long as you can have it...

At the end of her sentence the entity would make herself known, finally extracting herself from him. Before him, she would take her usual form, the black ever present by his side. Her golden eyes resonating with the Kibishii Me that his eyes had once possessed.

[Anun the GateKeeper]

~ A "Gate", if you could call it that, rose upon the isle of the Deeping Gale. It had appeared as if from nowhere, simply materializing without any warning. Around the Gates frame were sculptured bodies, distorted into rather sickening positions. These ghastly collection of figurines was known as the Tree of Life, they surrounded this dark and ghoulish Gate.

The doors swung open, revealing a pitchblack void full of an infinite number of eyes. The sound of hundreds and hundreds of children laughing could be heard emitting from its depths. A pair of glowing red eyes could be seen within the Gate as well, these belonged to Anun, for he had finally arrived.

He stepped forth from the Gate, where it then disappeared from the isle and left no trace it had been there. He looked around the area that surrounded him, noticing that this new place was much different from the spots of old. "...My first order of business...is to find Hector..." he rasped to no one, "...perhaps he can fill me in on what has happened during my abscence..." ~

[AT da Great]

He was maybe 500 feet from where Dramon now stood and closing in a slow manner. Of course he was in no rush to catch up to the male as he would do so eventually. Instead he would enjoy the peacefullness that came with his surroundings, his eyes waundering a bit. He found himself missing this place with each passing second that he lived her for a moment longer.

[Dramon Shen KiDD]

Dramon would remain oblivious to what was stalking him, Venia was not so relaxed.l The faint sent and feel of his energy. She would subside the thought to act because of the probablity of it being him was low. "I need a change... I need a challenge... I need to..." His sentence cut short by her rubbing againist his pant leg.

"Mrrrow..."

[AT da Great]

"You need to stop talking to yourself, it looks bad on you." He said as he took note of Venia rubbing against his leg. "So does she still only react to females and you or will she come to me if I call her." He would ask with a slight smile on his face, even though he already knew the answer.

[Dramon Shen KiDD]

"..." Dramon rubbed his eyes, then he got angry. This was a ******** joke, a sick one too. The cat would run over and jump into Rob's arm. Dramon's rage would blind his better judgement as he got into a defensive stance. "Who the ******** are you and why are you posing as Arian Thomas..." His voice solid and forceful.

[AT da Great]

Placing Venia onto his shoulder he would look over at Dramon with a slight smile. "Dont let your anger get the best of you, obviously your cat recognizes me for who I am, so why cant you?" He would ask as he moved towards Dramon in a nice slow pace. "I am who you think I am and dont think anything otherwise."

[Dramon Shen KiDD]

Obvisously this man was right, Venia's perception of others was far more advanced. With slight shame, Dramon put down his hands. "How...?" He said tilting his head further down so that his headband would further hide his eyes, which wear slightly watery at the moment.

[AT da Great]

"I am a shinigami, better known as a death god." he would start to explain. "I am still dead but have been granted "life" in a different form. Though I cant say the reason for my return is a good one, as it compromises a lot of friendships including mine and yours."

[Dramon Shen KiDD]

From Rob's vantage point, Dramon seemed like a statue. The only part of his body that responded to remark was his left eyebrow as it rose slightly. A monotone and quizzative "..Oh?" would slip past the defenses of his lips.

[AT da Great]

"Yeah." He would say as the cat started to walk on his head and shoulders. Blinking as he looked to Dramon, he would take note of his posture. "You tried to use that move didnt you."