Faith watched Castyfe crawl through his training with as much patience as this particular poster has for other people posting. She had a hard time staying still and constantly walked back and forth, watching the cat-boy from a few different angles. When ie was done playing with rocks and running in circles Faith clapped her hands and decided to move forth with the training. "Alright, speed round!" Faith appeared before Castyfe and pushed him roughly to the ground, using universal magic to assure he bruised his hand when he traced to brace for impact. She knelt down and grabbed his wrist, twisting his palm upward so Cast could see the bruise. "Cats tend to lick their wounds, and its not just when their ego is bruised! Go ahead and use that spikey tongue of yours to lick yourself back to health!" Right after that Faith was back on her feet and rushing into the next part of his training. "Go ahead and turn into you're cutesy little cat form and start running around a bit to build momentum. Then go ahead and roll into a ball! You can use your fur to generate some static electricty. Aim for that dummy and ram into him. Then, right after that pop back into human form and slash the ******** out of it!" Faith said, imitating a cat scratching and biting at an invisible foe. She kept on talking after that. "You ever see a cat flip its lid? Do that. Just go cat-s**t crazy and mess up that dummy. Keep it flowing though, all you have is your speed and agility. Oh, and those pointy claws." There was no stopping this woman, she was like a train on a track. "For some reason that makes no sense to me you kitties are able to disappear from sight. You just straight up go invisible after the third post, whatever that is. But its not like you vanish from reality. People can still feel your heat, and hear you. Another wacky thing you can do is make people trip and get this annoying little cat flying always just out of sight. Some crazy tune is said to be involved as well. Give it a go."
Auriel... Too many dragons. That's what Auriel had deduced after the latest trip she had taken with her sister and her brother. It would have been an easy venture save for one particular piece of the puzzle. Fable. That little siren had some unhealthy obsession with taming creatures. Some of those creatures were dark, like that skeletal dragon. Marcus did not want to let that being live, even if the petite Fable was able to control it. For once Auriel had to actually agree with him. Letting dark creatures who were proven evil live went against everything she had ever known. She had meekly turned away from the kill and held her tongue as the Siren soothed it and brought it under her power. A silent apology was sent to her father and Auriel flew back to Pronta in silence. She wanted a rigorous training session to wipe away the stain of failure from her body. As she circled the cliff edge there was one creature that caught her mind.
Castyfe.
A large grin spread to her lips and she folded her wings in for a dive. The wind rushed over her body and whipped her deep red hair from her face, sending it flying past her. A light whistling could be heard and surely that tone would be picked up by her friend. As Auriel neared her lifelong friend she spread her wings and slowed herself down. Regardless the crash into the kiranu could not be considered soft. The Nephilim wrapped her arms and wings around the boy tightly and spun in a quick circle before releasing him. "I am sorry, I don't mean to styfle you." Maybe all the time Nephilim put into focusing on bettering themselves left them devoid of good jokes. She took a step back and reached a slender hand out, gripping Castyfe's shoulder out of affection. "It's wonderful to see you. I wish I had more time to spend with you, but my sister and brother..." An apologetic look passed her face. There was very rarely downtime for her. When the Samael siblings were not training, they were hunting. Luckily Auriel had beat them here and had some time to herself.
Techniques: • Licking WoundsD Cats normally lick their fur to clean themselves, kiranu can lick wounds to cleanse them. This skill can heal small wounds like cuts and bruises if the kiranu's tounge makes contact with it. This can be done in one post, making it good for healing during sparring or an easy battle. It does not work on broken bones or huge slashes that would kill the normal man. The most this skill can heal is a deep gash, nothing that can kill somebody. Note: There is no chance of infection so don't ask.
• Double SlashD The user runs towards their opponent and unleashes a double slashing strike to their body.
• Static RollerD An odd skill of the Kiranu, in their cat form, they are able to build up a large amount of static in their fur. Rolling into a ball, they are able to use this static to practically glide across any smooth surface at a surprisingly high speed. While rolling around, they are able to evade almost any attack simply by changing direction, and seem to bounce right off of solid obstacles. As the Kiranu rolls, they build up even more static, and after three posts they are able to ram into a target, transferring all of that energy into the target in one burst.
• Cat Scratch FeverC The user goes into a frenzy, swiping their claws left and right. In this mode the feline depends on their speed and agility to get close enough to the opponent to unleash this attack. A total of six swipes will be unleashed at the opponent by the end of the post.
• Cheshire SmileC This skill allows the user to blend in to their surroundings. In two posts the Kiranu begins to fade away and by the third post they are pretty much invisible to the human eye. However, one could still detect their heat source or pick them out by smell. However, if the Kiranu opens up their mouth, the opponent will be able to see their teeth.
• Nyan CatC This skill creates the illusion of a strange cat-like creature that stays in the peripheral vision of the target it's cast on. For the duration of 5 posts, that target will repeatedly think they're seeing a gray cat flying around just out of the center field of their vision, that is constantly meowing in the tune of a very odd song.
Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 9:06 pm
Okay heads up I renewing the academy forum
And KnightsRoyal, don't bug me on you know what...
Castyfe stared at the bruise on his hand, studying it. He didn't enjoy the wound inflicted onto him by faith. In fact, it was pretty uncalled for. He smiled though. Even if he didn't enjoy it, he loved the style the woman possessed. "Act first ask questions later". Castyfe licked the wound gingerly, until it disappeared.
[Learned Licking Wounds]
Castyfe morphed into a cat, taking the shape of a ball, and proceeding to roll around in on the floor. He gathered electricity, and moved in erratic paths. With this mobility he'd be able to dodge so much.
[Learned Static Roller]
Castyfe looked up, already feeling the lethargic feelings that boring training produced, only to see his best friend in the entire world. It was almost poetic, that when in his ugliest moment, the girl of his dreams just happened to speak to him. She was so pretty, almost perfect... like an angel. Cast supposed that was fitting. Here he was, his hair matted with dirt, and bruises on his exposed arms. He laughed, blowing a disheveled bang from his line of sight. "You come here often?" Her pun made him smile, and he got up from the ground, brushing the dirt from his pants. Seeing Ariel here made his day, and made him feel like a child again, nervously safeguarding his secret crush on the angel before him. He wasn't as quirky and awkward as he as a kid. Maybe just as immature though. Cast made his way to the angel and hugged her. "I heard of your perils and antics. Be careful, she who fights dragons for too long, becomes a dragon herself. " He released his grip on her waist, and back away, fading into nothing, leaving only a charming smile. "It's been to long."
[Learned Cheshire Cat]
Posted: Sat May 31, 2014 10:34 pm
Auriel gladly accepted a hug from her closest friend, aside from her siblings of course. Her relationship with Castyfe was very different from her brother and sister though. The three Samael siblings shared a nigh unbreakable bond of the soul. When they fought together it was as if the angels themselves were painting a picture of the perfect victory. Auriel love Abigal and Marcus very much and would never trade their friendship for everything. But her relationship with Cas was unique in its own way. He had not had that boost where he had been related to her. No, Castyfe had not been her shield-mate through countless battles as her siblings did. What he provided and shared with Auriel was something totally different. With him Auriel could be free of her obligations; there was no need to constantly train, talk of the hunt, or even of her father. She could be simple and let her emotions take control for awhile. Castyfe was fun and comforting and Auriel cherished that relationship greatly. She laughed at his joke and shook her head. "I am sure the dark would rue the day one of us Nephilim gained the strength of a dragon!" Even as easy going as Auriel could be there was still a hint of the Nephilim pride. That was a hard thing to shake when you were raised believing you were superior to other beings.
One thing that Auriel had that some of her kind did not was respect for all living beings. Only the truly evil deserved to be put to the blade, and for the rest no one life was more important than another. At least that is what Auriel told herself almost on a daily basis. The red-haired beauty returned Castyfe's charming smile with a meek one. "I know, it's been difficult lately. Marcus seems only to want to grow ever stronger. Abigail is as neutral as ever when it comes to deciding. I think I am allowed a bit of a vacation though, don't you agree?" Auriel said with a playful glint to her golden eyes. An idea was brewing behind those molten orbs, and usually Auriel's ideas often involved her getting into a pickle. She knew she didn't even have to asked Castyfe, he would always have her back.
Auriel figured she may as well learn a stronger spell or two before going out. The fight with the dragon made her realize that her repertoire of spells was too small for her to be an active source of support. That had to change. She knew of a strong barrier spell she could learn, one that would allow her to be closer into the battle and take the focus off of her team mates. The barrier was powerful and even capable of shielding others as well as herself. She pushed her energies outside of her body and wrapped the barrier around herself as well as Castyfe. The golden, semi transparent barrier shimmered in the light and Auriel was sure that it would hold. She used another spell, this time affecting the weather around her. With her element being air Auriel was able to lift her allies off of the ground and allow them to levitate for a bit. Not only that but others would not be able to hear, or oddly enough smell.
Gabe's mother scolded him again that morning for getting into another public brawl. He insisted that he was defending the honor of his people, but she just wouldn't listen to him. It seemed like his entire family just wanted to "fit in" with the rest of Yuran. They didn't want respect or acknowledgment and that frustrated the young Waktu who had grander dreams in mind. They lived for too long in the shadows. It was time someone changed that. Maybe, just maybe, Gabe would be that person. Now, Gabe was a pretty tall guy. He always seemed to forget this fact because compared to his father and brothers he was short. This caused him to approach people in a way that scared them. A guy is alone training and then a 7 foot tall rabbit man walks up to him with long arms extended. He runs immediately of course. "Oh right..." Gabe mumbled suddenly remembering something his mother told him time and time again. "You're different than most people Gabe. So don't go greeting them like you'd greet one of us..." He gave a sigh while crossing his arms. Maybe if more people knew about his people then there wouldn't be a need for restraint, but enough moping around. It was time Gabe finally mastered his own powers. "Lets go over the basics then." He said before biting his thumb. Blood flowed out immediately. On the back of his hand he drew an oval shape with a small circle in the middle. The blood began to glow a bright light and a magical barrier was created. It had a very unique look. Almost like a summoning circle that witches used. Apparently it was unbreakable. "Hmph, better be." Next would be another kind of Blood Script. He had to wait for his Shield Script to run out though. At his current level, controlling more than one script wasn't possible. After it finally dissapeared he rubbed his head in confusion. He was trying to remember how to draw his Speed Blood Script. "Uuuh..." It was in those moments where he wondered what drug his people were smoking when they though Blood Scripts were a good idea. "Oh, right. A ********' feather..."
Gabe drew feathers of blood on both his shoulders without much enthusiasm. He was starting to wonder on what drug his ancestors were on when they thought that Blood Scripts were a goos idea. When they were finally done the two feathers glowed like the circle had before. This time he felt the muscles in his legs tighten and his fur became smoother. It wasn't something he could necessarily feel. His Strength Script made a much more obvious alteration to Gabes's body. "Lets test this bad boy out." He said to himself as he crouched in a sprinting position. His speed was still not that great, but he was still a novice aaaaaaaaand he hit a wall..."Ow..." He mumbled with his face mashed into the wall. There would no need to continue performing the technique. It was extremely basic. So...There goes that.
Gabe finished cleaning his face off after his incident with the wall. It was strange, he was somehow sure that somewhere there was someone going through the same problem as him. "Anyways." He said shaking his head to refocus. It was time to become knowledged in other forms of fighting. Now, the Waktu knew how to fight, but street fighting would only get him so far in life and Yuran wasn't so accepting of those that disrupted peace meaning sooner or later his antic would come and bite him in the a**. The Academy had so many different kinds of styles. Gabe looked at them in marvel. Each with their own rich history. Which style would he undertake first? He let fate decide as his long arm reached for a scroll. Upon unrolling it he felt a sense of excitement. Like good thing were to come on the horizon. The first style Gabe would undertake was called Capoeira. It revolved around using handstand stances to deliver powerful kicks. With his height and strength this style would surely prove to be deadly. He began working on the most basic stance that decreased strike zones on his body. It was low and required him to sweep his legs alternately. It was very odd to him, but after repetition the balance he achieved made it clear why the sweeping was important. "Kicks huh." He said before performing a series of different kicks that the scroll explained. Stage One of Capoeira was no challenge to Gabe.
Gabriel was what was known as a Berzerker. It wasn't something like his bloodline where he was born with the power, but in a way it was almost like he was born a Berzerker. Fighting was what he did best and not only was he good at it, but he LOVED every second of it. The Berzerker class had its own set of techniques and Gabe knew this to be true yet he had never heard of Raging Fist. A style made by someone like him. His eyes read through the scrolls rapidly absorbing every bit of information he could get out of it. "Seems easy enough." He said as his fingers rolled up the scroll. He needed a stance, but what would that stance be? He decided to skip that part to work on his arms and legs. He spent a good 2 hours in the weight room.
The Dim Mak scroll was strange. It stood out from the other ordinary scrolls with its black paper and white writing. Its appearance wasn't the only thing setting it apart either. It was almost like the scroll had an aura of its own. A dark aura. Not malevolent of course. Unholy things would never make it in Yuran even Waktu had a hard time getting by due to being technically unholy. The fundamentals of Dim Mak were made clear by the scrolls introduction. The style revolved around something called Chi. Gabe honestly had no idea what this foreign word meant nor what it did, but if a scroll that strange focused on it then Chi must have been worth learning. He began training through meditation in a crowded area. His heightened senses made it harder for him to close himself off from the world, but he managed. "Before I learn to read the Chi of others. I need to see my own." He spoke softly while maintaining a steady breathing rythm. He kept at this for hours until he began to grow aware of something within his body. He'd never seen Chi before so he wasn't sure that what he was looking at was actually Chi. "This has to be it." He said before opening his eyes. Gabe gave a shocked expression to what he saw. He could see the Chi flowing in everyone. When he looked at the palms of his hands he could see his own Chi as well. "So everyone has one huh." He said surprised. "There should be a way..." By concentrating deepily his Chi signature vanished and so did everyone elses.
"Hey bunny boy!" A voice shouted out from across the academy. A man in a long black jacket walked over. He had his collar raised so it covered much of his face and his long dark hair pretty much left only a part of his cheeks visible. "I got a mission for you. There's been some goblin soldiers actin a fool around the country side. Trouble is they keep on hiding whenever we send someone out to kill them. Use those big a** floppy ears to scope them out and get rid of them for me. Head on over to Vein Town for the last lead we had on them." He said with a wave of his hand before turning back and stalking off.
You Know What They Say About Guys With Big Ears...
Gabriel was performing some push-ups when an unfamiliar voice made a very familiar call. No one called Gabriel, "Bunny Boy" and got away with it. By the time he got up to cuss the mother trucker out it was too late. The a** hole had assigned him to a job and he couldn't pass up on a free pass to wail on people. "Hey piss ant!" He shouted following the man until the person dissapeared among the crowd. Gabriel would go ahead with the job, but if he ever saw him again then someone was foing to get their tiny ears ripped out. "Those Goblins are gonna have to deal with pissed of Gabe now." He grumbled marching out of the academy. His destination was Vein Town.
Castyfe scrutinized Auriel, while thinking to himself. He fell in love the way you fall asleep; Slowly, and then all at once. Love was a hard thing to come to terms with. It was confusing and even painful at times. It made Castyfe feel a slew of emotions; sad, happy, whimsical, and envious all at the same time. Love, by definition, is a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection to sexual pleasure. For a word that can be used in so many situations, from describing how you feel about food to expressing your passion for a God, Castyfe found himself only using it in one way, over and over again. I love you, Auriel. It was like a twisted fairy tail. Castyfe knew what he wanted to say. Maybe even Auriel knew. Yet something held him back.
Unlike Auriel, Castyfe didn't have anyone else. As he grew up, Cas spent his time with the Angels, learning from them, basically living with them, but not really. His time with her was key to his upbringing. The angels had influenced him. He listened carefully as she recounted the status of her siblings. "Sounds like they haven't changed much." As he spoke, he would start to float, on account of her spell. "So... how's life? You find your soul mate yet?" Cast would fade into reality again, equipped with a mischievous smile.
Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:23 pm
Auriel was momentarily distracted at the arrival of an actual Waktu. It wasn't as if she wanted to slay him and send him to Samael or anything, but these creatures were rare. A sudden onset of flashbacks caught Auriel in a vortex of mind blanks. "It is very important for you to be able to recognize all races for what they are. Some are born of demonic energies, others holy. Then there are the neutral." Samael said to Auriel, Abigail, and Marcus. He went on to list the names of every known race and what their alignment was. Auriel blinked and found herself back in the present time. She watched the animporh creature angrily shout at some mysterious man before turning her eyes to Castyfe. For a moment she merely stared at him, those deep gold eyes displaying a range of emotions. At first his question was taken in a serious tone. Had she found a soul mate? Auriel had not been looking for one. She had never actually bothered to look for one. It was not that she didn't have an emotional yearning for love and companionship. The situation was more that there was no time for such niceties. Auriel smiled softly and lifted her spear up a little into the air. "My soul mate is the hunt. It charms me and calls to me at all times of the day. Even now I hear it whispering my name, its breath caressing my neck. With one finger it traces down my spine, setting my soul to shivering." The nephilim said in a queer burst of poetic speech. She wasn't being serious at all. It was more like Auriel was telling Castyfe that position in her life was still open. Before the conversation could continue that man in the jacket who had spoken to the Waktu called out to the two novices. "Oi! You to lazy schlubs! Head on over to the waste and kill as many ********' creatures as you can. Those nasties are spilling into the valley and into Vein town and its causing a problem for our trade routes. Hurry up what are you waiting for?" With that the man turned around and stalked off into the distance. Auriel turned to Castyfe with a grin on her face. "It seems my love is calling out to me yet again!" Auriel laughed and took Castyfe by the hand before sprinting off into the distance.
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A smile emerged from Castyfe, as Auriel spoke of the hunt. He could tell she wasn't being serious. The position of boyfriend was still vacant. Cas doubted he had a shot. A girl really had to be something special to make a Kiranu second guess himself. And Auriel sure fit the bill. She was beutiful, the sense that Castyfe's breath was stolen from him when she entered a room. She was so... perfect. Some man spouted nonsense about... something, but Cast was too enthralled in his head-over-heals day dreaming. Only Auriel's touch would bring him into the realm of the living again. He was dragged somewhere, pulled by hand.
