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Kiba aimelessly strided between the heightless pillars, wandering in a symetric fassion with granite columns and grotesque gargoils. Teresses of platinum castcaded and spilled over his skinny, yet fit shoulder reigon. Kiba had been a wanderer, although he had never been anywere as beautiful as this. Beautiful females taunted his mind as he gazed around the exteriror of angelic like halls.

Merchants and lucious smells of simply delicious foods filled his nasal and visage as he passed the shops and market. Kiba's emerald opticles caught the attention of a small girl, standing as if she were amazed. His massive angelic wings had arched upward, lining the atmousphere with a pure white hue and silk textured feathers. " Are...are you an angel mister...?" He stumbled back, with upper limbs curving up as if he was scared to answer. Although, he was,...and couldn't cope with the fact that people would notice that he was an arc angel if he walked around with massive wings glued to his back. " Ummm no little Miss,...they are just toys,..now run along.."

She noded obediantly, and took off with a skip and hop of laughter. He wiped the slight persperation from his forhead. " That was a close one...i didn't even notice that my wings were out..." He side steped, seeming to want to find a inclosed or quiet area were he could hide the beauty of the enormous wings. It was hard, but never the less, he found an area to curl up and fixate himself, hiding the wings from any human or mortal. He didn't like the eyes sticking to him as if he were a freak.

" Ahh thats better...now for some food,..I'm starved" he complained. The lush smells of foods filled his nasl passages. Letting the thin long black lashes touch the bottoms, he closed his emerald hued opticals, heightning his smelling sinces. The smell lead him to a small stand with a variety of fried, baked, and glazed meats on display. Kiba's eyes lit up like christmas trees, licking about his soften lips to moisten them. " Ummm what do i choose...it all looks soooo good.."

Reaching a final conclusion, he chose orange chicken, his favorite of all types. The cubic chunks of baked shicken were impailed with cilander steaks, about the legnth of 10 inches. Delicate white meat was glazed over with an orange, sweet, and tangy substance. Kiba's mawl wattered for a bite of the tender meat. " No no...i have to fight it...i rather sit some were nice and eat this..."

He averted his visage around, gazing amonst the area. The see through white and darkend green fishnet and silk vest hugged his rigid sixpack and muscular pecks. A flowing toga like clasped to the long vest with anglic buckle, castcading down to the earthern terrain, hiding his swade and leather boots.A dark green cloak spilled down about his whole frame, buching up about the terra when it touched the lush green grass. His light steps paced about the grass, as the large Citadel fountail caught his attention, and approached it.

A seemingly angelic figure strided toward him, burgundy locks bouncing with each step. His emerlad eyes glued to hers, as a vermillion hue of blush tainted his caramel complected cheeks. The scent of her hynotized him as she passed with a sweet smile. He turned as she continued to walk foward, investigating the fuss and noise. The hilt of his light boots collided with the Citadel's bottom rim, delicately sitting down. " I wish...i wish i had the guts to speak with her...oh whats the use...she looks to good for me anyway..." He took a bite of his tender chicken, whining to himself. He shook his head with disgust of himself, eating the chicken as he were a heartbroken female.

( Sorry if this was bad, it is my first post in this guild sweatdrop . I incourage critism, and i know i suck at spelling sweatdrop )

( yea, actually spanish is my secondary, but i talk weird lol. I usually use slang and jargon lol blaugh )

What a wonderful surprise! Baza was on a great mood now, this was his third trade today! In yet another orange blur, each vial was neatly filled and stacked ontop of each other in a nice pyramid like fashion, and the bag of money Zandar had dropped bearly touched the floor, and was now in the fox merchant's posession. It didn't take much to make those vials and the content within them, which was why Baza was always happy to sell some of his potions.

"Pleasure doing business with you" The orange haired fox human said, trying to be polite towards Zandar. Yet, once again, his bag twirled, almost hitting the wanderer, as those orange ears twitched lightly, a familiar voice out in the background. Those greedy orbs quickly scanned the area, and once he saw a women dressed in a wild fashion, he knew who it was already!

That constant grin soon tightened even further, and once again Baza was up in the sky after a good push from his powerful legs. Soaring through, his eyes checked to see that none of his victims customers have left the citadel yet, since he already had plans for them.

Once again an earth shattering boom was heard as Baza landed right infront of the bubbly girl known as 'Cerise'. With that same grin on his face, he looked at her charmingly and let out those deadly words once more. "Hello there, would you like to buy something?" Said the annoying fox merchant, waiting for the innocent Cerise to respond.

"So it's 12g for one fruit?" Said a tall man. "Yiis, yiis" the merchant said with an accent most wouldn't recognise. The heavy warrior inspected the fruit closely with his saphire orbs, moving his strand of hair that went down the middle of his face with his thick black gloved index finger. "Alright" Said the titan, handing over a handful of gold for just a few fruits. The other merchants around were glaring at that one merchant, since he just ripped off this poor warrior by much.

This one man seemed tall, but that was only because of his humungous black boots, which seemed to be made out of some sort of foreign rock. These boots were about the size of an elephant's foot each, weighing quite alot. The fact that he was able to walk around in these with such a frail body meant he had strength that was gifted, and not just earned, some called him "spoiled by the kings" when he was born. A pair of black shorts to match the boots were on his hips, going down to his knees, which was where the boots stopped.

The powerful warrior moved away from the merchant with a large smile on his face, most would think he had a sort of "problem" in his head, since he looked more innnocent than a five year old. Those round pools of saphire reflected an innocence most children did not have. His large booming steps attracted the attention of some people around him, especially since he had the weirdest attire around. On his shoulders, large shoulder pads, bigger than his own head, accompanied by some chest armor, covered what seemed to be a large red shirt, which danced wildly at the slightest breeze of wind.

Along with the sound of his footsteps came the sound of a large metallic object being dragged around. That object was a humungous bronze colored sword, almost six feet long, two inches thick, and a foot wide. The enourmous blade had a nice long handle, which seemed to fit about four hands holding it, though with it's weight, two men would never be enough. As it was being dragged around, the sharp edge down, he left a trail on the floor of the citadel, the sword cutting it just by being dragged by this titan of a man.

The gaunlets that held the sword were monstrous, making his frail hands look ten times bigger, and making his palm wide enough to crush an entire skull of an average human male. On he went though, most of the merchants stepping aside for him, and the titan only trying to wave in a friendly manner as he passed by, what a gentle giant.

Soon enough his blue orbs caught the sight of the man that had just lost his arm, and the demon at the table. He blinked a few times, taking another bite of the green apple he just took out, then proceded in advancing towards the table where the demon sat. "Excuse me, sir" The tall man said, poking the samurai's shoulder. "What happened to that man?" He said, using his other hand to point out the one without an arm. As he asked this, he bent over a little bit, revealing the top of his head. His hair was divided in seven "slices" where each chunk of hair hung down in a symetrical way, from the top, his hair looked like a sliced pizza.

Ah, how curious he was, this curiousity only marked his innocence even further. Most would say we was ditsy and a little slow, and they would be more than just right, this man had quite a few secrets about him, yet he didn't even remember them himself.

((Have fun with one of my most prized characters >:3))

While Bakemono coughed and wheezed, the titan merely blinked in a confused manner, wondering what startled the demon before him. While slightly tilting his head to the right, his ears received the answer he wanted, then, with a curious look on his face, those innocent orbs of him looked upwards towards the sky, marking that he was thinking about what the demon just said.

After that small pause, the gentle giant put a small frown on his face "So you were the one who ripped off his arm?" He asked retorrically(sp?), letting go of his sword as he bent forward even further. That poor woman on the floor had just re-awakened, only to faint again after the large blade landed right beside her, crushing the stone which she laid by.

This towering man was raised in a small village, even if he lacked education, his mother was there to fill his mind with morals, meaning this one wasen't too happy with what the demon did. "Why didn't you just beat him normally? And why do you need that money?" As he said these two sentances in a slow pace, he placed his hands on the edge of the table, which seemed to creek as he did this, not being able to take such weight on it. His frown deepened as he thought about it more.

In fact, Bakemono was lucky, this was one of the titan's better days, since most of the time he would have tried ripping the demon's head off. Most didn't realise it, but this gentle giant was over sensitive, he was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off, which is probably why the wisemen of his village prophecied him as the 'Titan of unbalance'.

"BAKA!! Can't I leave you alone for one minute without you doing something stupid?"

Somehow the young novice had run, jumped and scrambled from one end of the citadel to the other only to end up atop Aphrodite's head. Along the path the white veil that covered those black, lusturous locks had become skewed in such a fashion that it was a miracle in itself that it had not fallen into the water below. The look on the young nun's face was that of pure annoyance, her complexion flushed to a bright crimson and a visible vein throbbed in the middle of her forehead. At that moment Novice Raven Paravincini resembled not the elite warrior of the Mandatum's Order but more of a psychotic woman hell-bent on distruction clad in a black habit. "Is this what you have been doing the past two weeks for money, you miserable hulk? I could kill you at this moment, Bakamono so I suggest you fix what you've broken-- and wipe that smug smile of your face!"

Mother Superior Mary Clarence had always said that the young novice had a temper that could rival the devil's own. In fact, that temper was one of the main reasons as to why the girl had yet to complete novicehood and become a full member of Carmelite society. It also was the reason why of all the hundred members (or more) of El Mandatum's legion that she'd been chosen to be the demon's keeper. 'Its a test,' the wise woman had told the Pope 'and only at the end of it will she know what her true path will be.'

But the novice was hell-bent on being a nun even though it was obvious that she was not cut out for the cloistered life. She was too curious, too temperamental... but life outside of the church was something she had never experienced-- even as a demon slayer.

At the moment, the girl's fury was so intent that the rest of the world was oblivious to her. She noticed not the giant before her or the crowds below; Bakemono and his idiocy were her sole concern. The possiblity that her decency was at stake (after all, her habit was short for batteling convenience) as she stood a top of the granite goddess's head, hade never entered her mind. "What have you got to say, Bakemono?"

The back of one of the horrid gargoyles pale finger tips began to appear. The nails were delicately manicured and painted a dark purple. Still the fingertips kept coming, till they were fingers and then a hand. The hand was delicate and the fingers long, both were deathly pale. The wrist was coming too now, and a thin wire was tied around the wrist. The wire was blood stained, and seemed to hold a life of it's own. The hand blindly searched for something on the gargoyle's back to hold onto. Finding a spike on it's spin it began to pull it self out even more. The wire wrapped itself around another spike and tried to help. Soon, another hand appeared. Identical to the second. It began to pull itself out of the back of the gargoyle as it too found something to hold onto. This hand also possessed a wrist that was wrapped up by a bloody wire. The first wire let go of the spike to greet the second. They seemed.. to rejoice in the fact that they both made it.
With the two hands to pull, arms began to appear. They were covered by black sleeves that were open on the ends but suddenly grew tight, and slopped down the arms. Still the hands pulled. It was obvious now that it was female, as the elbows pushed against the gargoyle's back and the hands found new places to grip. Still the arms pulled out the rest.. of the body. A sphere of dull pink hair appeared, followed by a femine face and then shoulders. The eyes remained closed, as the lips parted for a gasp of air. Life.. was hers.
She kept pulling herself out of the gargoyle's back, which was proving more diffifult. It was soon evident to why she was having difficult with her torso. She had this giantic wings. Enormous butterfly wings. They were colored with yellows, reds, greens and a nice shade of black. Even though the colors were dull, her wings were bright, and attractive. She loved them.
Now that she had just about half of her out of the gargoyle's back, she placed her butt on the back of the gargoyle and simply pulled her legs out. With her toes out, there was a soft pop. She had a soft smile on her lips, as she seemed to let her self take in the fresh air and sun light. She stretched out her wings, as her eyes flickered open. They were a golden color, and held no life, but that didn't seem to matter to her.
The wires seemed to have multiplied. There was one wire tightly around her neck, and one around each of her ankles. They were only a foot long, before they suddenly seemed to cut off. The fact that they were inanimate objects didn't seem to matter to them. They moved about freely twisting around each other, and around her clothes and legs.
She wore all black that seemed to blend with the wings on her back. Her sleeves turned out to be nothing but arm warmers, that were held up by a tight belt and buckle on each side. Her dress was held up by a leather wrap around her neck just below the string. It was low in the back to make room for her wings. It was tight till it reached her waist, where it flowed out and was cut off short. Her stomach was decorated by belts and buckles. Her little back leather dress had a train down the back, that she used to sit on against the gargoyle's back. Her stockings went up to her thighs and were pitch black. Her boots only came up to her shins.

She slipped down off the gargoyle's back, onto the small stone ledge it stood on. She stood behind it, and turned rather delicately on her heel. She watched her feet as she did this, with a look of absolute wonder. How she moved like that, she was unsure, but planned to find out.
Her delicate hands were held freely at her sides. The strings searched the air around her as if pinpointing every energy source in the market below. She stared straight ahead, as if she hadn't noticed the commotion before. And indeed she hadn't. A shout had caught her attention as she looked downward. Her lips parted in a soft gasp at the scene before her. It was.. marvelous.

Nodding her head lightly as she listened to Middy yell after the nun, Quinta almost missed hearing the bat girl's name. Her attention was being stolen by the commotion and screams comming from Bakemono's direction, and once the little sheep's attention is grabbed by something, it turns out it'd really hard to get it back. While she was happy that she know knew the bat girls name, the ruckus near the fountain kept her from doing anything else to try and become friends with Middy. A one track mind it seems plaged this wiry anthro.

Tearing her eyes from the slowly growing crowd, she flashed Middy a sharp toothed smile before hopping to her feet. "It was nice meeting you Middy, but I must now be going. Excitement calls!" Laughing out her words in the usual breezy fashion, Quinta took off towards the fountain, her numerous velvet cloaks swirling around her as she moved. Flitting through the gathering people, she made her way forward until she was almost right by the huge titan. There was so many interesting things going on here that she almost didn't know where to look first!

Pushing her wide brimmed straw hat back until it fell from her head, held against her back by the braiding cord that looped around her neck, Quinta finally reveiled her whole head.
Soft, snowy hair, that was stubbornly straight, fell down to her chin. Plaited in random places with thin, black ribbons, it didn't have a single curl in it. Quite unusal for a sheep if one were to think about it. Her dual colored eyes gleemed from underneath the locks, only showing due to the black ribbon that was tied about her head in a very pirate-like style. Besides her too sharp teeth, one wouldn't find anything else that could be considered strange about her face and head. After-all, her ears were completely normal, just like a humans. Although the curling horns, same blue-grey color as her hooves, that started at her temples and curled back along the sides of her head to end in two dull points just in front of her ears may cause a few people to stare.

Her attention, however, was now flickering back and forth between Bakemono, the seemingly gental titan, and Raven. There seemed to be so much excitement tied about these three, and it appeared as though the whole thing may just lead to fighting. Blinking rapidly to keep her hair from her eyes, the excitment that was filling her pour out from those very orbs. They glowed with there own light to the point where her black left eye seemed as bright as her flaming red right eye.

She fed on such excitement, and right now she felt as though she was stuffed to bursting.

((Thank ye! Its a pleasure being able to roleplay in a literate thread with other people thanks for the invitation))