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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:16 pm
Drago appeared in a blur behind his wife. As he looked he had a cup of noodles in his hand. he had to stop for some noodles. Tehy were only available in the far south side of the world. Being sad made him hungry what could he say. He ate the noodles and he looked at Reina.
"eh..what's wrong.."
He could tell by her very look. He then asborbed what was going on he guessed. Drago scratched his head as he bowed.
"Well take the lead my liege."
DRago said with a smile. As he moved his hand over his normal anbu mask and it turned into the comedy mask. He was hoping to find some people to kill., it did make his day to kill. as he smiled.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:31 pm
Reina Rose, Akou Rose, Anthro, Plip, and Sprite Hidden Aviation Reina notices the approaching Drago and smiles. Anthro and the others look over at Drago and then at Reina. “The husband,” they all think in unison. “I was trying to get some background information on the clan of Hidden Mythology that can perform jutsu without the use of hand signs but it seems that will pose as difficult. I think that Akou might be a member of that clan but I want to be sure.” “I still think him always before jutsu without hand signs in front of you is enough,’ replies the plush cat to Reina who shrugs. “I still need to investigate the clan if it is his clan. Either way we had to come here. And either way we have to get in that village and get the information we need.” Reina climbs to her feet with little Akou under her arm. He laughs as Reina smirks a bit. In the blink of an eye Reina was stripped down to a black tank top, black pants, and black flat heel boots. She wanted to dress as light as possible and to not be spotted by those in the village. Her hair wasn’t too much of an issue once she pulls her mask almost out of nowhere out and ties her hair under her mask while holding Akou in one hand delicately. Once her mask was adjusted to cover her hair aside from a few stray strands she places Akou on her shoulders. He slides down to her back and clings there as Anthro stares at Reina. Reina places both hands on her hip and Anthro, Sprite, and Plip run off in different directions. “We’re going to try and not kill anyone but if there is no choice then I’ll let you take em out. See you there,” states Reina to Drago as she flickers towards Mythology. Words = ?
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:50 pm
"jutsus without handseals...wow."
Drago figured that he was fast on the pull using handseals..but not to have to use them at all. That would save so much more time. Drago looked and he saw them anthro..he couldn't figure out what he was. Reina tried to explain to him what A hominculus was. Drago still couldn't wrap his mind around it some times. Drago only scratched his head and he laughed whenever he saw him. He didn't know why. But he thought of Reina's explanation and he thought of evil stick figures.
"Hidden Mythology..Ah..they are nice people..I guess..They are a bit to strong headed for me...They don't know when to give up..they are a dieing breed..you know true warriors through and through.."
Drago said as he started to follow the signal his wife gave off. She had a very distinct charka signal she did. Drago didn't bother to flicker as he started to run behind them. However one thing he loved about this village. HE loved how it looked. The person who designed this village was a hell of craftsmen. he wished that all villages had this much definition. This much valor and beauty. It might give everybody something to die for. DRago looked up and he looked at little Akou.
"Akou that would be amazing if you can do jutsus without seals..you would be one step on all the rest of the losers at the academy..."
Drago laughed as he looked and he saw the village.
"Wow."
IS all that escaped him. He hadn't been there in so long. He just stood in amazement.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:11 am
Death~The~Spice~of~Life Rather than respond, Furanken merely raised a hand once the wounds were bandaged before she brought her hand down, slapping down on the bloody dots that she had just completed covering. "Shut up," she mumbled finally as she looked up, her hands leaving Shun's as she buried them in the pockets of her coat. "I simply can't let you get too beat up, otherwise something will get infected... And then it will get ********' gross, and you won't be able to touch Asura... And that will piss her off."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:26 pm
'I don't have time to sit my a** down, stuff my face and mince words with you, Shun!' The Kakuzu wanted to say, but she held back her tongue as she thought for several moments. If this man was going to serve as the step father of her child, that would make Furanken his spouse in a sense right? Or at least, if she wanted to create a proper growing aura for Asura, the child would have to at least feel that sense of loving parental and spousal care... And that meant that the blonde b***h would have to get along with this idiot. Looking at Shun, she eventually sighed as she turned back up the way she had come.
"Let's go."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:55 am
Reina Rose, Akou Rose, Anthro, Plip, and Sprite Hidden Mythology Reina continued running as Akou laughed at Drago. Reina ducks behind a bush and waits for a group of soldiers to pass before she darted to an alley way. “Now here is where I was headed,” Reina whispers as she crouches below a window. “This place here is the training ground for a league of warriors with the ability to perform jutsu without using handseals.” She listens as the warriors begin speaking of honor and how the Greek should be the ruler of the land of Mythology. In the safety of their training grounds they felt no need to bite their tongue. They commented on the intelligence of the other clans and their ability as fighters. Then they started training. Reina turns to face the window and slowly slides upward to get a better view of the things going on inside. Gusts of wind, bursts of flame, lightning explosions. Then one of the people inside seems to shake before the ground shakes beneath Reina and the others feet. Reina wobbles a bit but eventually finds her balance. Akou was shaken around and he didn’t like it and cried. “Crap,” mutters Reina as those inside look to the window. “Run,” Reina yells flashing to her feet and jogging in place before dashing off. She found herself faced with a group of Mythology Greeks and Spartans at the mouth of the alley. They were ready to fight. “H-hey now. We don’t want any trouble.” Anthro leaps from atop the training building and lands beside Reina, poised and ready. Now that the ground had stopped shaking, Akou was happy again. He laughed happily as the warriors inched forward. “We’ll try reasoning with them,” Reina whispers as she thinks on something to get them to let them go or allow them to study the Greeks as they called themselves. Words = ?
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:03 am
Drago used his body flicker and he was down there besides his wife. He looked and his clothes seemed to blow in the wind. He looked over at Reina with a yawn.
"I thought we were suppso to be sneaking around...how did you get cuaght by an army love?"
Drago said as he looked at all of them. He remember he faught that one kid from this clan...he was pretty tough but he had his hands as payment. Drago looked and he remember his fight with Tin....Drago had a lot of experience fighting them..they were good. He didn't want to reach in his case for the tokijen. Not yet at least. He only looked behind his anbu mask at them. They were ready for them.
"So..."
Drago said slowly as he started to move his fingers around. He was ready to diplomatic for his wife. He only looked at her and whispered.
"Heres a chance to use all that diplomatic power of being a kage...but I don't think they will care much since it seems though we are group of assassins trying to kill them off..."
Drago whispered to his wife would a slight chuckle.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:20 am
Reina Rose, Akou Rose, Anthro, Plip, and Sprite Hidden Mythology Drago seemed to appear out of no where. Reina glances over at him and smiles at him mentioning her objective and that she had been caught. “Things hardly ever go as planned,” she laughs. She then arches her back and walks ahead of those that stood at her sides. “Hello. My name is Reina Heudini, Magikage. I suppose I went about my investigation in the wrong manner and I apologize. I am here to get a bit of information about your village.” They weren’t hearing that. They fussed and hollered a while before Reina stomps her foot down upon the ground. “Silence!” They were surprised by Rein’a sternness. She came off as gentle and a bit shy however that wasn’t her. Sure she was nervous about attempting to use her Kage influence but she wasn’t so nervous as to allow them to step all over her. “I wish to investigate the Greek clan of your village.” It sounded like more of a demand than a request. “For what, exactly?” Reina looks to a man riding a tall horse. His face was serene. He seemed to be their current leader. “I have reason to believe that my son is a Greek.” People began to holler over this. They didn’t believe her to have an actual Greek for a son. “Adoptive. He is my son... he is our son.” Reina gestures a hand to Drago and they all fall quiet. They knew of Drago. That made Reina a little angry but whatever could help. “We wish for you and your companions to leave.” “I cannot.” “Is it so important to observe us? Why not observe him?” “He’s an infant.” The villages began to protest but they did not wish to enrage Drago. They feared his power and his status. They heard of his rank being taken but that did not matter to them. The thing was, Drago EARNED that rank a time ago. He may not have the title but he was one of the strongest shinobi in the land and they feared him. Reina reaches behind her back and those around her get ready. Anthro slips into a crouch as Reina removes Akou from her back. She sways Akou through the air to stop him from pouting, the people scared him, then cradles him in her arms. “Are you trying to learn of us for your plan? Do you plan to increase your villages strength through acquiring a Greek?” “It isn’t about strength. I just need to know if he is a Greek.” “Why?” “Can I investigate?” The man looks all around him before looking at Reina. He sets his eyes on Akou and then a smirk slides across his face. “We could use some strong shinobi to care for our home. In your time here I believe that Naomi shall not return.” “So she called herself Naomi,” murmurs Reina. “My team and I are working on taking Naomi down. However, it is harder than perceived. She must be killed and sealed away so as not to reincarnate or else we would have killed her long ago.” The leader looks at Reina and then nods. “Once night falls head to that castle there.” That was all he said before departing. Drago, Reina, Akou, Anthro, Plip on Anthro’s back, and Sprite on his left shoulder were now guests of Hidden Mythology. Words = 1,437 (accumulated in time here)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 7:40 am
-Hidden Mythology-
:: Eluamous Nailo - Demonic Transformation ::  A small brigand of Greeks and Persian warriors... Surrounding a group of incoming travelers.... It was to be expected that after Leaf and Snow had both been destroyed, that they would strengthen their guard; but to halt the flow of travelers was another story. A firm believer in being allowed to study other villages, as he himself had slowly been mapping out the world, Eluamous was somewhat enraged by the acts of his people. Well, not quite his people; remembering that these were Greeks and Persians, people whom had stood by and did nothing as the Spartan Clan was massacred. Several had named him as a candidate for the next Kage of Hidden Mythology, a fact he had found out by commanding the corpse of an assassin whom had tried to take his life in Spira. Glaring towards the entourage of guards, Eluamous looked towards them furiously, the last Spartan's eyes of steel blue seeming to pierce through them... "Stand Down..." he spoke in command, and while they glanced to the travelers warily, there were few who would argue with the Spartan, let alone his black dragon. Leaping down, Eluamous recalled his footing, mentally cursing himself for forgetting that he did not exactly look like himself, and had he not been mounted upon Fai Ryu they likely wouldn't have recognized him... Mentally ordering the black dragon to follow them, Eluamous looked towards the group of travelers, speaking in an apologetic tone. "I ask that you forgive my fellow villagers... After the incident at Hidden Snow most of our fighters were recalled from traveling to help protect our borders... And then after Leaf's destruction... well you can see what they've become... Not that they really were keen on visitors before, mind you... The massacre which killed the majority of the Spartan Clan fifteen years ago still weighs on many minds... Either way, in place of an entourage of guards, allow me to give you a tour..." Despite the fact that his armor appeared as melded into one with his body, and that there was a hollow hole reaching through his chest where his heart would normally be though this was thankfully covered by his cloak, Eluamous spoke not as a monster but as a human, before quickly realizing he had not transformed back yet! "Oh! And excuse my appearance... I had a slight mishap with a potion experiment and, for the moment, I appear to be a Demon... I sort of overdosed on it when some assassins tried killing me... An interesting tale, I shall have to relate it to you perhaps after a tour... Either way, to make a long story short I'll probably be stuck like this for another day or so." Quote: Eluamous Nailo - Word Count Before: 1902 + This Post: 458 = New Total: 2460 PoH: 12/48 Hours [ROTS Time]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 9:14 am
Drago looked as they kept glancing at him. Drago never knew how much his reputation was following him. he would still have to fight to get his title back..but right now he was fine being under his wife(lol). Drago placed a toothpick in his mouth and was at ease when he found out he wouldn't have to kill any of these people today. Drago always loved the stories of Reina. Her life made his seem to be simple. But the stories he heard about Naomi..they scared him. IT even made him quiver a bit when she said Naomi.
"Naomi huh..How could such a pretty name cause so much trouble...I thought you did away with her my love?"
Drago said as he looked up and he saw some boy he met before..under unfortunate circumstances. Drago looked and he had an awful demonic appearance..It wasn't as his was when he and nibi fused..it was something synthetic or inorganic. Drago looked up and he simply chuckled.
"You're not a demon..or appear to be one..You look like a monster gone wrong."
Drago said as he scratched his head. Drago hated these people who looked liked him but had not been chosen to be him. Drago glanced away from his wife and looked at him. He could only smile as he looked back at his wife. He could tell she would get irritated with him. Drago bowed at Eluamous.
"Exucuse my tongue it some times get the better of me..However this village is is beautiful..I wouldn't mind going on a tour.."
Drago said with a slight bit of respect.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:19 am
-Hidden Mythology-
:: Eluamous Nailo - Demonic Transformation :: Eluamous felt something familiar in the man's voice; though thankfully the bone-white mask which had become his face hid his surprise, or any emotions therefore; only his eyes appearing organic and living. His voice sounded as if coming from a hollow speaker when he spoke, though the emotions were there, faintly in his tone, like traces of a forgotten memory. "I call it demonic as the potion was made by using samples of a Demon... the attempt was to imitate the demon's strength and speed; though all I can do at the moment is alter my limbs..." he demonstrated as the skin on his back bubbled up and slowly a pair of bat's wings unfolded outwards and extended themselves, slightly dripping with blood as he'd pulled the wings out of his own body. Though in reality the potion's powers were beyond this extent, he decided to keep its other details a secret. "It's enough to scare away a few cowards, but practically its just burns up energy and I'm likely to do more harm than good... I'm still not quite sure what will happen when the potion wears off, assuming it does... Either way, we're not here to talk about my mishapped experiments! One moment-" Several bones could be heard cracking as he folded in the wings and disintegrated the bones within, pulling them back into his body. "I'd rather not risk the potion wearing off and be stuck with wings now, eh? Introductions first! I am Eluamous Nailo of the Spartan Clan... Well, to my knowledge I'm the only one left... I narrowly escaped the massacre... I'm not proud of hiding like I did, but then again when you're three years old, what can you really do?
Lets see here... Mythology was first founded by King Leonides, and his bloodline is what has passed on to the Spartan Clan. The more recent villagers are Greek and Persians, the Persians coming roughly three hundred years after its founding and the Greeks are the newest of the clans. Now, most of the buildings you see are of the Greek style; most of the original village was burned to the ground, though if you'd like to take a detour I can show you an old section of town which survived fairly intact. Most of the village's modern weaponry is forged by the Persians, who descent from a great line of armourers and at one point had an extremely strong army before their empire's fall. The majority of the survivors settled here and thus the village became recognized for its weaponry for a while, at least until the five great nations came to rise; after which the village was dismissed as a minor village. Shortly after that, the Greeks came bringing the Epics, and the idea of storytelling, the writing of history. This is where the village archives begin, carved into stone tablets. Before that, we can only tell by paintings of events, and by what aural stories have been passed on of course...
The Greeks use a variant method of Chakra control, supposedly gifted to them by the Gods, although personally I call that a load of-" Pausing as a Greek soldier passed them by, Eluamous glanced both ways before muttering the word 'bullshit' under his breath; "Anyway... their legend says that their allied God creates the seals for them as they focus on channeling the energy... It probably takes longer from how I've heard it described, but then again the opponent has no clue as to what you're going to attack with. Though even then a clever warrior could always use a different set of hand seals. I saw someone cast an avalanche using only the Dog hand seal... It's all in how your mind pieces together that symbol with the spell; no one else may have seen said connection but he did." Nodding, Eluamous slowly led the two towards a heavily burned wall which had been patched in places by a glazed clay, his arm pointing towards a large temple in the Spartan architecture; "This building is the grand archives... The older parts list histories and a lot of names and bloodlines; my own family name appears right near the beginning, eighth raw down in the third column; Nailo." Eluamous's lips would have lit in a grin of pride if his face could show emotion at the time; "More recent documents can be found in the paper records; any names appearing within the last two-hundred years would start showing there. You can also find the Royal Family trees if you're interested in finding out the lineage of the current Kings; though they're all Greek. We only got a king again after the genocide fifteen years ago, so it's not much of a read. I take it you'd be more interested in the paper records... I'll try to pull some strings and see if I can get you in, if you're interested. Else, you can always have a look at the tablets and stone art; there's a few statues of the early Greeks who came here in their caravans, and some preserved weapons from the past... It's actually quite interesting if you're into studying history."Eluamous himself had spent nearly two weeks memorizing what he could of the village's history within the Grand Archives. It was also an interesting fact that before the Persians had settled within the village, several hundred years prior, they and the Spartans had been in a fierce war; three hundred Spartans versus several thousand Persians. As the Spartan's bloodline allowed them to grow stronger and stronger after every battle, and increasing strength tenfold after recovering from a near death experience, theirs was a might to truly be feared; and thus was the catalyst for the genocide of the clan. Quote: Eluamous Nailo - Word Count Before: 2460 + This Post: 966 = New Total: 3426 PoH: (about)24/48 Hours [ROTS Time]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:40 pm
| Drago: Lmbo. | Reina Rose, Akou Rose, Anthro, Plip, and Sprite Hidden Mythology "Use to be my name in a past life. She stole it after my death as her own. I thought I'd gotten rid of her too but that cannot happen until she is sealed away... for good." Reina then noticed the male. He introduces himself while apologizing for the village warriors and offering a tour. For some reason he seemed familiar but she couldn't tell why. It was a type of instinct. A broken kind of instinct but an instinct. She shakes her head, her mask falling to her back and her hair falling to the back of her legs, to try and focus on the Spartan male. Reina listened closely to his words. He was providing her with information she usually would have snuck around to find. She follows Eluamous without question and continues listening. Reina wasn't the one who enjoyed studying history. That was Akou and still is. In her arms he listened intently though pretending not to understand. Reina usually never brushed up on history unless necessary. Same for Akou, same for Angelle and Rafael, and same for Ella. She had the history down and now she had to see them in action. It was more of a wanting at this point. Akou had stopped performing jutsu for her since the exam. More than likely he felt no need. "So the names appear automatically? Like magic? Or perhaps the Gods did it," Reina asks looking over the building. If Akou's name was actually in there then she would be amazed. Anthro, the tiny pixie on his shoulder, and the plush cat on his back simply follow silently. Words = 270
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:31 pm
 Versus  Saosin Teres and Tes Hidden Mask Saosin had arrived in Hidden Federations Mask village two days ago and was already wreaking havoc. She was testing the villagers and stealing things from their shops. She was pretending to be an angel and then turning on whoever she’d fooled. A lot of people were afraid of the tiny thing. They were frightened she’d try and destroy the village. Today Saosin was met with a formidable opponent and someone that might very well defeat her at her current level. A creature screeches at Saosin as Tes smirks at her opponent. The combatants were in the village square. People were watching form the safety of the homes and shops which Tes had warned against. “Hello Saosin. I’ve been hearing your name quite often… it annoys me.” “Sorry about that. I guess my reputation precedes me.” “Well I just came to greet the person that holds the name Saosin as well as Naomi. I actually wanted to give you a little advice,” states Tes with a smirk as Saosin beams in return. Three creatures watched Saosin closely from around Tes. The two were nearly a yard apart. “Leave my friends alone.” “I don’t think I can do that.” “I know you are incapable of a lot of things but I’m pretty sure you can leave my friends be.” “You’re rather rude.” “And you’re rather young to be commenting on my rudeness, young one.” “You, of all people, should know not to judge a book by its cover.” Tes shrugs at Saosin as a creature screeches at her. “Annoying little monsters.” “You’re one to talk,” comments Tes as Saosin sneers at her. “Let’s say we stop the chatter and just go?” For a moment, Tes stands there just watching Saosin then she and her creatures disappear from sight. Saosin slides into a crouch before flinging an arm back. Tes catches Saosin’s arm and launches a kick at Saosin as a creature falls down towards her. Saosin flashes from Tes’s clutches as the creature lands on the ground with a loud crash. The earth beneath it unearthed and spiked slightly. The thing had to be made of some kind of heavy steel. Again Tes disappears from sight only to appear before Saosin who had her hands already in position for the final seal of a move. Without much effort, Tes raises her leg and slams it into Saosin’s hands and knock them apart. Saosin curses before flashing back to her starting position. At rest the two kept a constant yard apart. Tes stood smiling as her creatures found their ways to her sides again. Saosin gazes at her bloody hands as Tes snorts a laugh. “Can we get back to fighting? Or do you want to just stand there and lick your wounds?” “Damn you Tes.” Tes chuckles as Saosin disappears from sight. Saosin appears behind Tes who kicks back only for Saosin to duck then launch herself upward. A creature pushes Tes off balance and Saosin misses her strike. The creatures flicker around the area as Tes back flips away from Saosin who vanishes. Tes and Saosin both appear atop a building which is soon destroyed from the pure force of the twos chakra alone. In a flash the two are there and then gone. Tes appears a yard from Saosin and pants with a large grin stretching across her face. The creatures were scattered throughout the village with eyes content on Saosin. “You’re more of a match than I thought.” “My mama always made me drink my milk.” Saosin smirks at Tes’s response. Tes was proving to be more interesting to her by the minute. She was someone Saosin enjoyed having around. For a moment Saosin wondered if Tes would join her but then she remembered they were currently fighting to the death. “A fight to the death with you is as enjoyable as gouging my eyes out.” “I don’t suppose it is. I have had my eyes gouged out and this is a degree more enjoyable.” “Fighting for your life is more fun than gouging?” “You believe you are fighting for your life? Tch. If you were then I would be using my jutsus.” “Why not then?” “Saosin, Naomi, red eyed girl, orange haired girl… this is no time for fighting until we are both dead. Besides, I’d like this village to be kept intact.” “Perhaps we should travel elsewhere?” Tes stares at Saosin and does not respond to her question. Her eyes, or the sockets that seemed to have eyeballs deep down and beneath skin, roll around. Her creatures appear at her sides before they all disappear. “Good luck cleaning up,” Saosin laughs as she disappears as well. Words = 779
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:28 pm
-Hidden Mythology-
:: Eluamous Nailo - Demonic Transformation :: "Nay, the record keepers keep track of names and those who have appeared demonstrating the bloodline traits of a Clan. Older names, like the line of Leonides, were told aurally, though there may be distant bloodlines which were not recorded; thus my own hopes that I am not truly as they say, the last Spartan..." Eluamous motioned to two members of the library who were shifting rows of books, before making another motion to the castle; "One can be tested for the bloodline over at the palace... They test your potency in the clan jutsu, though the test is set so that any not possessing the bloodline risk death... It's a warning put out there to ascertain only those with utmost confidence in their lineage will attempt it..." Eluamous's eyes lingered at Reina Rose, an odd aura clinging to her, as if hr own thoughts had lingered as a question. Somehow she'd seen him before perhaps? Deciding to keep to a caution of his own, Eluamous kept a safe distance from her as he quickly glanced again towards the travellers; "So assuming your question pertained to finding your own bloodline, if you cannot find it within the archives I suppose you will need to be tested in order to do so. I can advise right away not to try it unless you are absolutely one-hundred percent sure of it.... As I mentioned earlier, failure means death."His eyes glinted with an ambiguous expression, likely due to the lack of a movable face, making it rather difficult to tell whether this was a bitter remark or one of sadness; as more depressive tones did not shine through in his voice as easily compared to others. Quote: Eluamous Nailo - Word Count Before: 3426 + This Post: 291 = New Total: 3717 PoH: (about)24/48 Hours [ROTS Time]
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:49 pm
Reina Rose, Akou Rose, Anthro, Plip, and Sprite Hidden Mythology The only thing that Reina could hear was ‘death’. Her arms wrap around Akou in an attempt to keep him from something. She shakes her head side to side. Again? Could she honestly lose him again? Could she let him feel that pain once more? Would she let it happen? Her eyes gleam brightly as the stars in them slowly begin to rip apart. Her eyes looked like galaxy as the stars swirl around rapidly in her eyes. Then they suddenly return back to normal when she notices Akou was gone. She couldn’t believe it but he had Slithered from her grasp. She didn’t have to look to realize where he was. She knew where he was. No matter how far, she knew. She looks over at the castle and flings herself towards it. Maybe she should have asked if she could go in the castle and watch the test. Maybe she should have asked if there was any other way. Maybe she should have lulled Akou to sleep before he heard that. She could have done something, anything. But it was too late. Akou had escaped her. She gazes down at the ground hoping Akou would slip up and emerge from down below so she could snatch him up but she knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t. She stops at the entrance to the castle as Akou appears before it. She gazes at him and begins to lift him when he cries. He wanted to do the test. If she stopped him he might hate her. She just stress at him unable to force herself to stop him. He was strong. She kept reminding herself that as she waited for them to be granted entry. Snake slither - The user can squeeze through small places. 400 skill points Underground Fish Projection: 650 Skill Points - Using this jutsu, a person can hide underground until they're ready to attack an opponent. Words = 288
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