A demonic chuckle came from Zeke's lips as he moved forwards, his opponent had landed right stuck against the tree that was a small distance behind him. Zeke did not care though, he continued to walk forwards as he slid the blade into his sheath and drew forth a windmill shuriken, the weapon unfolding in his hand, as he throws it forwards with full force towards his opponent. Thus allowing the Shuriken to land at his opponent's throat, and from appearance it would seem to have cleaved off his head. Zeke grinned wickedly, as the mask seemed to fade away and he had regained his consciousness due to the lack of use of the blade. The battle was over now, and with a kill on his head Zeke moved quickly forwards to snatch his original blade from the wall where it had been stuck, before dashing off quickly away.
A shadowed figure had been standing a small distance away, what appeared to be a large jar was held on their back as they casually walked out of the shadow and towards the fallen shinobi of his clan. "Well what has happened to you? I didn't get to catch the full battle.. But it seems to me you're lacking in a bit of the strength you need, Schi... How about I give you a small hand, hmm? I know you cant hear me.. But that's okay, we can talk about this later when you return to our village." Isaac says with a light smile, as he drops the jar on his back onto the ground in front of his pinned companion. A kunai slipping from his sleeve as he uses it to fully cut open Schi's clothing in order to reveal his bare torso. Flicking the sleeve away from his hand, Isaac thrusts his hand forwards and forcefully into his family member's stomach. Immediately symbols began to spin around his hand, before forming a serious looking seal beneath is palm. As soon as Isaac pulled his hand away, he grabbed the large jar with his other hand, lifting it upwards with a light huff of strain, and then grabbing it with his other hand in order to rip off the seal holding it shut. Immediately he slammed it perfectly aligned with the circular seal on his allies' stomach, a slight suction motion being heard, and then a roaring sound of something far less then angelic would come from the bottle. The area between the top of the jar, and the skin will actually glow with energy as whatever was contained within the jar would be pushed into the seal that Isaac had made. Grinning as he pulls the jar away and recaps it, he flips it back onto his back and begins walking away from his area. "You have fun with that little beast, eh? We can talk about it later.." He says with a chuckle, before heading away from the area at a casual pace.
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:28 pm
Hours later after The demonic Zeke and the seal master saved Schi's life placing the demon inside him the streetlights turn on brightly and Hidden heaven villagers crowd around Schi's pinned corpse. "Do you think he's dead?" An elder gentleman asked aloud as the other villagers spoke. "Who is he, where did he come from?" Another woman said speaking her mind to the rest. "I don't care who or what it is, He needs to fill the craters he made with the explosives that broke our roads and cracked the villages' windows!" Schi over hears what they are saying and to avoid his punishment he plays dead. Suddenly the raging villager started to see if schi was actually dead by lobbing him over the head with a large tree branch. "J-Just go away please!" He thought to himself while bleeding down his forehead. At the boys relief It already beginning to become nighttime the crowd decided what they would do in the morning with him.
Schi sighed deeply and thought about his next move. Instead his mind was clouded with hate and anger for the ninja he had just faced, something Schi had not been accustom to before. A girl barely out of her teens walks out of the orphanage then over to the skewered ninja hung upon the tree. Having hid and watched all the fighting that took place all from the beginning from the window. She looks up at the shinobi's bleeding forehead then places her hands on the arrow and makes sure no one is around to see her free Schi, she struggles at first being young slender and scrawny but dose in fact break the sharp tip of the arrow behind the ninja, also releasing him from the piercing then provides medical attention to treat the wounds around him.
With the arrow no longer stuck in his chest, Schi opens his eyes and gets up in mid treatment. The sudden movement scares the girl washing his cuts and she stops, but Schi just keeps walking, with not even an attempt to say sorry to the villagers or thank the girl for washing his blood away. He breaks off the rest of the arrow, pulling it out and throwing it to the ground. In to much anger to feel the pain he stumbles out of the village and back from once he came but this time he had a strange tattoo on his stomach that was not there before and now contained a dormant eight tailed beast.
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What was life.. it was nothing. He woke up one day in this body. in this shape in this form. He couldn't even remember the days before this. However.. he kenw that he wasn't always this way. He could see the others of his clan..floating.. flying.. gliding. He just wasn't that way. He was more of a ground bird. He only looked up at them in the sky..floating.. flying.. playing with each other.. so effortlessly. But he sat in the dirt and played in the sand by himself. He could build sand castles. He could build anything out of dirt. He was almost connected to it. He placed his hands around it and almost wanted to bend to his will. However the air.. where he should have been king. He had no clue on how to use it.
"They can all fly in teh sky.. they all found their soul mate.. but all I can do is play in the dirt.. it's so unfair.."
He said slowly. He kicked down his sand castle. He realized that he was going to be alone. The other nins wouldn't ... no the y didn't want anything to do with him. Because he couldn't fly. Because he wasn't like the rest of them. He was.. hated. He was feared. He was teased. They all hated him so much. He just sat there with his one wing. It fluttered some times, but he didn't know if it fluttered because he was lonely.. or because it was lonely. He waved his hand over the dirt and once again built a castle. His castle. Where he was alone..and nobody could hurt him. He was the sad boy.. they were the angry one s trying to kill him. He just sat there and watched.. sat there and watched.. sat there..and died a lonely life. He felt a tear drop fall from his cheek. He got up and looked at it for a moment. He could only give a small smile. As he turned his back on it and his wing blew it down. He walked to the edge of the village. As he enjoyed to do.. and he sat down. He looked down on the world beneath him. He wondered which one of them could be his mate. Which one of them could complete him. Which one of them would answer his prayers.
"I don't know.. but I hope I find them soon.."
He said to himself. As he just sat there and watched the people beneath him.
Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 1:19 am
Remnant seemed to gather himself together. As he stood up and he started to walk towards the area away from his clansmen. He got tired of watching them having a goodtime. He simply sighed as he started to walk over towards the other members of Hidden Heaven. They were the 'muscles' of the village. They didn't have the limit on Elements like his clan did.. they seem to be naturally entuned with every element. This inspired jealousy but they were needed. His Clan was the flair and scouts.. they were the heart of the village. They gave the village the flair it needed. However without either one of the clans.. the village would surely die..
he over heard one of the Clansmen talking to the future ninjas of Hidden Heaven.
"You will need to fight your hardest. You will make sure that you are never taken.. The most important thing is to never stop. If it comes time to.. you can always increase you're own muscle mass.. and technique power by reconfiguring your chakra. It isn't as dangerous as you think.. however maintaining this form does take some concentration. Do pay attention. I don't want you exploding your little muscles away now do I?"
The rather small man had his little dragon floating around him. He started to concentrate. His very frame started to expand quickly. The muscles in his small frame started to grow. He didn't grow to be too burly. But his strength was obviviously gained as he stood there with his larger Dragon partner. He turned and walked past the smaller ninjas. He crossed his arms as he looked at one of his ninjas goofing off. He punched the ninja in the face almost breaking his face in half. He looked down and crouched beside him. He picked him up off the ground and he sighed slowly. As he dragged his hand through his hair slowly.
"Paying attention is what you need to do.. Because once you take your eyes off the target.. you die. You might think times are better because of the chaos that ensued.. but we are still reclaiming ourself after the destruction that we just had..a few years back. We are still not to full numbers and we are still flying without a kage. So you think this is a laughing matter.. you are Soliders for Heaven.. not ******** children anymore, and with the new clan of Angels living among us.. we are not as Respected as we were once more.. are we Hunter Remnant."
Remnant was scared. He didn't know that he was being watched. However..the man was a jounin. He probably heard him before he had a chance to sneak up. It didn't matter. Remnant only bowed as he walked towards the group. They were all genins. He didn't even remember being a genin. He only remembered being born this way. He remembered having this power. He only shook his head no. Remnant placed his hand through his cyan hair. He shook it slowly as he looked at the group of militant ninjas. His voice was weak however it still sound like he had some sort of power. He was a hunternin.. Some of the people looked up to him... he had to be strong for them.. even if his clan disliked him.
"Not exactly.. we have a bunch of spirits living with us. The angels you see among you might not be warriors. They might just be medics.. or healers.. or something like that... There are only six of us including me that actually fight hunt..or anything like that. I am one of the Warriors. You are still the heart and soul of this village. You guys are the true defenders of our home. I just look like an Angel so you guys have a logo."
Remnant said slowly. The Jounin looked and he nodded at Remnant. He looked at the Jounin and he only scratched his head a bit. As his wings started to unfurl. He only had one bright white wing.. as he took his head through his hair. He licked the inside of his lips. He gave a slow smile as he only gave a shy smile. He knew what they were and he patted the Jounin on the back.
"After all arn't we all just.. Soliders going to die anyways? That's what we do.. and I would be proud to die with any of you...Would you be willing todo the same?"
The Jounins cheered. As the REst of the small genins cheered for Remnant. He gave a proud smile as he waved his hand to them. He then started to walk away. The Jounin ran towards him putting his hand on his shoulder. His tough military grunt almost touched Remnant's soul. As the small Dragon wrapped around Remnant's hand affectionately. The Jounin knew Remnant's problems.
"I see how they treat you.. because you only have one wing. But I promise you.. that one day..you will show them all that you are no joke. But you gotta leave The village for a moment and go train around the world. This place is your prison and your home. You let them continue to hold you down.. you will never become anything more then what they say.. and I would hate for that to happen to you.. So go out and explore.. Get into some fights..and do somethings. Come Azura.. we have a lot of work to do.."
The Jounin said as he looked at his dragon. The Jounin walked away to go back to training his grunts. Remnant only stared at his hands for a moment. It was time to leave. He couldn't learn anything here anymore. He had to move on.. He let his knuckles crack and he walked away. Time to grow. Time to do something new. Time to learn of the world and not be scared of it anymore.
"Fine then.. I am off to see the world."
The Angel boy said with a smile. He walked towards his home. As he placed on his traveling gear. He gave a slight smirk as he saw the other angels land infront of him. They sneered and snickered at him. They thought they were better then him. They all laughed and pointed their fingers at him. Remnant only looked at them and he grabbed his kunai and pointed it towards them.
"Do not take me for you pathetic angels.. I am a Warrior... and I will show you that my wings.. MY WINGS will spread the furthest. I protect you and you do not protect yourself. Maybe my place is with the Humans on the Ground and not up here with you bastards.. But I will defend them and you because that is my calling."
Remnant said with a bit of a roar. He then left the village with his back turned towards them. He never turned around. He never got angry. He was their defender.. plus the humans. It was time to get scratched up and battle damaged. He was a hunter nin... and he was ready to accept the challenges of life. It was time to show the world he was the best... it was time to start hunting down criminals.
"My wings..will shine the brightest."
He tied his headband to his forehead and he left the village.. to become a man.
xxxxxxxx☁☁Betori Quielle the Doragon☁☁xxxxxxxx Fire | Wind | Earth | Lighting | Water
“It’s time for your physical exams. Drop your clothes and spread out.” White eyes stare around a while before falling on a man in a white doctor’s robe. “Betori… Betori Quielle. Please do as instructed.” The man looks at their clipboard before eyeing the fully clothed female before him. Betori grins and begins to take off her clothes. The doctor does not seem bothered by this at all and doesn’t try to give the girl any privacy. “Have you always had that scale design along your neck?” Betori raises her hands from pulling off her underwear and grins wider at him. She gives no sign of answering the question. He sighs heavily as the female finally stands up after shedding all of her clothing. “Patient is barely breaking c-cup,” the doctor murmurs as he begins the assessment phase of the physical exam. He kicks off from the desk beside him and allows the chair to swivel around the nude girl. “Skin doesn’t seem to be blemished more than the scale designs along her neck. Skin tone is tanned. Race is Doragon despite unique skin and eye coloration.” Betori’s eyes stare out of the window of the office building and try to see what they can through the tiny rectangle.
It was more for light than seeing out of with its size and distance above the average eye level. “Weight is healthy but for combatant needs, she is below average as a fighter class.” The sun is shining and the sky has clouds in it. Whether it’s really cloudy or not, she can’t tell. She just sees sunlight and a cloud covering what she can see. She wished a dragon would fly pass, but knew she wouldn’t be able to see it. “Gender is obviously female. I always forget to put that down first. Turn your head so that I can see your face.” Betori just continues staring out of the window as the doctor scoots back. He follows her gaze before snapping his fingers with the left hand holding his pin. “Eyes here,” he states as Betori looks at him. The Doragon smiles but it isn’t as big as it was when she was staring out of the window. “Eye colors have not changed. They are still white with a very light grey pupil and ring around the iris. Potential to be of multiple clans? Possible. Clan? Aoimaru or perhaps Hyuuga.” The girl reaches up a hand and scratches her head a little. She tosses her hair about, which is of a very interesting color and design. Her hair is spiked and ranges from a centimeter and two inches in length.
The roots of her hair are yellow and the highlights are of the same color. Her hair is mostly a pale red with sky blue tips. Her eyebrows are yellow but have traces of the other colors of her hair. “Hair is still dyed, but the roots seem to remain yellow and not blonde. Will you answer me in saying what your true hair color is?” Betori narrows her eyes and purses her lips together. The doctor sighs as she returns to smiling and looking out of the window. “Now I am going to begin to examine your body a bit closer. Would you like for a female doctor to take my place?” Betori just keeps looking out of the tiny window.
Betori is seen putting her clothes back on and the doctor is no longer in the room. She pulls on her jumper and zips it shut. She adjusts the collar so that it doesn’t irritate the top of her neck and the space between her jawbones. She brushes a strand of hair from her cheek and then messes her spiked hair. She shifts her feet around in the foot of the suit and then presses the padded bottoms to the floor. It feels sort of like dog paws on the bottom and is not only making her feet feel comfortable, but are more durable than wearing shoes. Her hands and her head are the only parts of her covered by the steel colored suit. She sets out of the room, down a hall, and then opens a set of double doors. Light pools in, blinding her. She blinks before her eyes finally adjust to the change in light. She smiles happily and tries to keep still as she looks around at the lush grass and the figure waiting to greet her. She doesn’t speak. She just tilts her head slightly and runs over to the wyvern that was waiting on her arrival. The transparent colored beast lowers its head and allows the Doragon to pet him on the head.“Tory, is it time for the demonstration?”
The deep, russet tone male voice seems to boom forth from the shut mouth of the dragon. Any Doragon or other wyvern can hear his voice and hear the distinctness of it from many other dragons. He had an ancient sound to his voice and the deepness to it only made him seem like a being more ancient than even the oldest mentioned wyvern. That made Betori the subject of ridicule and his wyvern a much desired beast, despite it not even being old in age. The girl nods and the wyvern lowers itself to the ground to make mounting easy. “The transparent, winged two-legged dragon with a barbed, hooked tail,” the doctor says as he watches from a great distance as Betori gets onto the dragon. “It’s amazing. That wyvern could have been without an owner with such an impressive outer and inner uniqueness. It’s a wonder why it chose to settle with Betori? She’s average in all of her tests, if not below average. She herself is fairly unique, but not by far. I’ve seen those more unique and with a voice that would draw in even the most wild of wyvern. She doesn’t speak and has little physical abilities. So why? Why that girl?” He seems to talk to himself as the wyvern roars.
It fans out its wings as Betori wraps her around as tightly around his neck as she can. The creatures wings span out about twelve feet or so on either side. Despite it only begin about eight feet in height and twelve feet in length the dragon seems to completely dwarf the buildings around it within the massive ship. It raises its head to the artificial sky and a spray of water gurgles up and out of its throat. Sparkles of water dot the air before the wyvern brings its massive wings down. The hard thrust easily volts the dragon into the sky with its rider holding on tight. The doctor isn’t completely awed, because many wyverns exhibit this majestic manner of lift off and flight. Most times the rider also adds to the imagery, but Betori does not. He begins jotting down information as the dragon demonstrates its elements. It breaths out spurts of water, odd for a choice in element for a dragon, and spurts out fire from its mouth. The breath attacks seem to be lacking or the dragon is holding back. These were odd elements for a dragon to possess. He would have thought that a dragon like that one would have the basic fire, lightning, and wind as its elements. Mostly due to it being transparent and that those breath attacks are more intimidating.
Perhaps that was why the dragon was with Betori; because despite its appearance it had very little abilities that would be useful in combat.“Tory, do you want to continue like this or do something more?”The wyvern waits for Betori to give some response but gets none. He takes her silence and the fact that she isn’t jumping around as a no. The wyvern seems to grin with its eyes as it twists into a sideward roll. It does the same but in the other direction soon after. It rotates onto its back and then front in mid air before circling the space beneath them."The hatch will be opening soon. Are you still planning on going out?”A hop is felt and then a giggle is heard and that gives the dragon a sign that she still wants to leave the ship. The doctor takes out a pocket watch and looks at the time it displays. He bites down on his pen before stowing the watch and taking the pen from his mouth. It was about time she landed the dragon.
“Betori and Creed have performed in a least satisfactory way. They are not ready and need to further training. I don’t think that they will be able to achieve Dragon Legend class,” the doctor says as he jots it all down in the comments. He looks over the documents on the clipboard. As he lifts up a page to look at the one behind it, the hatch on the ship to allow exit and entry begins to creep open. He sighs and continues looking through his paperwork. It isn’t until he lifts up another couple pages before he notices Betori and her wyvern still haven’t landed. He sets down his belongings and begins to wave in a way to tell them to land. The wyvern flies around in a circle a while longer before the hatch is open enough for him to squeeze through. The doctor continues to wave more intensely when he notices Creed swerve and make its ways towards the opening rapidly. The doctor reaches into his pocket and draws out a small switch and flips it. Somewhere a light and siren would go off in a room filled with computers. It would be the alarm of escape that people use when someone tries to force themselves out of the village without permission. It was only recently installed in the last three years.
“Hold on. This is going to be tight,” Creed warns Betori who does as she is told. The latch begins to stop before starting to close. So they didn’t want the two of them to escape? They both figured as much. That’s part of the reason they wanted to wait until the demonstration to attempt it. And since he wasn’t doing very well, it added to the low level of alarm being rung. If he were to show his true skills, they would easily lock down the entire village instead of doing things slowly. Betori begins to focus her wind and tries to aid her friend the best she can. The wind around Creed begins to flow around him in a way that makes flight easier. He could even speed up if he needed to. And he did need to. “Nice.” A boom is heard as the dragon flaps its wings hard and moves forward and a swift flicker. The latch seems to wait for him to slip through, but only due to his swift movement. Before the doctor can understand what just happened, Creed and Betori have flown the coupe.
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Notes:: RPC = Quielle [Doragon], Betori {Chakra Surge::30,150 / Current Chakra::30,150} ---------------- Current Outfit = Expressed ---------------- Last Post = -- (Pp. --, P. --) ---------------- Words = 1,840 Anywhere Words = 0 Free Techniques = 5 [Season 100] (counts prior posts only) ---------------- Village Training List:: 1,700
"Onii-sama..." Mikuko sniffs a few times as she pulls a thick, cotton quilt tighter around her. She looks around the room she is in a moment before sniffing again. She eventually gazes down at the mug on the coffee table. Steam rises from it before disappearing into the air. She wasn't sure if drinking that was okay. Afterall, she didn't know this person. They could have it in mind to harm her. They could have plans to kill her just for her being the daughter of a mafia boss. She slowly shifts her eyes to look at the person across from her but they snap back down before she can get a good look. She hears him chuckle and puffs out her cheeks. Her eyebrows tug together and it is noticeable that she is not happy about him laughing at her.
"How long are you going to sit there quivering, little lamb?" She furrows her eyebrows a little more showing that she does not like him calling her a little lamb. "What were you doing wandering around in the snow? Are you going to tell me the answer soon or do I have to keep pestering you?" It went without saying that he would have to keep asking as she begins to puff her cheeks out a little more. She looks up at him again, her face beginning to fall and resemble how she had looked before he spoke, and she first notices his dark lilac colored eyes and then his smile. It wasn't a broad smile but it wasn't small either. It gave off a casualness to it along with a touch of smugness. His purple hair is a little in his face as he fiddles with a stray hair near his eye. "I'm not a bad guy. Drink the cocoa, it'll warm you up," he suggests. but her face goes back to the pout. Just because he was being warm didn't mean she was going to trust him. She had been poisoned before and it wasn't fun! Her God Father explained that there was a difference between intentional poisoning and food poisoning, but she saw it as all the same. So she would not simply drink the contents of the mug.
Finally she says, "I'm warm. I want to leave." His wiles would not stray her.
"For someone who I found face down in the snow when Hidden Heaven landed a few days ago, I can't imagine why you would be so quick to leave. You still look as weak and sickly as the day I dragged you along with me onto this ship." She gives him no response. "If I drink some first will you drink some then?" She turns her head from him. He gives a playful sigh and then she hears the scraping of ceramic on wood. She turns to find the mug gone from the table and the brim of it pressed against this strangers lips. She watches him pull the aroma from the cocoa into his nostrils and then take a sip from the mug. She waits for him to set the mug down but he remains in that position. After a few moments longer he lowers the mug and sighs in satisfaction. "That's probably the best batch of cocoa I've ever made. Now, little lamb, won't you drink some cocoa?" She had considered it until he called her little lamb. She shakes her head and pouts as he gives up. "When you get hungry enough, you'll accept something that I give you."
"No I won't," the girl whines. She pulls the quilt tighter around her and buries her face into the fabric. A few wavy strands of pale orange hair fall from their place tucked into the quilt with the girl. It slides until in her face. She lets it hang there as she watches the man stand. He seems to walk towards her and bend down. He moves the strand of hair from her face with a grin and then stands up. He seems to say with his eyes that she would before walking out of the living space. The Soshi grumbles something under her breath before looking at the window off to the side of her. Her eyes seem to gaze beyond all cover and at a sight that she most wished for. She wanted the sun to come out... she needed the sun to come out.
A few more days would pass and Mikuko still refused to eat or drink anything. While the man wanted to try and coax her more into eating and drinking he wasn't allotted much time before the girl fell ill. He stares down at the girl whose cheeks are a bright red and face pale. She breathes in and out heavily, as if in pain. He touches a hand to the brown towel rolled up and resting on her forehead. His face is serious as he examines the child that seemed to grow worse with the passing days. Maybe it was better that he take her back outside? But then would that even do her any good? As dawn breaks and the purple sky takes on red, yellow, and orange tones across it, the man stands from his knelt position near the sofa. He lifts the small girl into his arms, being sure to keep her bundled in the quilt, and then heads for the door. He would leave all of his belongings and wouldn't even close the door. As he walks from the room he'd been in he comes to a long hall with doors along the sides similar to his. This was the passenger area for those traveling using Hidden Heaven as a vessel.
He would move along at a steady pace, passing by other passenger curious about the girl he carries. Some express concerns as he hadn't arrived with the girl and seemed to have found her and borded the ship. others question the girl's state and if they needed to relinquish her from his care. But none would think fast enough to confront him before he would grow far enough away that they would no longer care to bother with him. Eventually he moves away from the passenger area and into the main village. The ship rocks and the purple haired male stands still. He moves with the ship in order to maintain balance and soon he is off once again. He eventually arrives at the emergency hatch to the ship after sneaking pass a number of guards. "Checking the hatch, aye Joe?" The man smiles and gives a nod. To the guard that was stopping to ask him the question, he would look like a guard named Joe. He would be carrying no one and would seem to look and act as would be the norm for the Joe character while the man himself would be doing nothing. When he opens the hatch it would seem like the hatch wasn't opened and that Joe was examining it.
Once the man slips through the door and begins falling earthward the image of Joe is gone and the guard finds the hatch open. The guard would hollers as Mikuko and the man fall but the sound would soon fade out. "Deploy, Kyte!" He gives a sort of command and soon his button jacket takes the form of a large kite similar in appearance to the Magikage's hat but having a few differences. It would fan out and soon would be large enough to be used as a hang glider. A bar would snap out and fold into place around himself and Mikuko, the bar shifting through one hand as his other hand grasps the Soshi youth. As he flies his eyes settle on a village not too far from their current location down below. It seemed to be Hidden Sand from the looks of it. Once there he would see what he can do about the young Mikuko.
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Notes:: RPC = Tokuharu [Soshi], Mikuko {Chakra Surge::120,600 / Current Chakra::120,600} ---------------- Current Outfit = Will provide next post. ---------------- Last Post = -- (Pp. --, P. --) ---------------- Words = 1,328 Total Word Count = 29,000 Anywhere Words = 0 Free Techniques = 5 [Season 100] (counts prior posts only) ---------------- Village Training List:: -- - ...
A single black booted foot touched down on the floating ship that contained the village known as Hidden Heaven. The black suited male looking left and then right as he began walking forwards, his cold gray eyes peering through the darkened lenses of his sunglasses as he observed the area that was around him. "Well then.. Where's all the woman at?! If I'm going to take over a village and convert you all to the one true faith, I at least want to see some attractive woman at my feet!" Ares calls outwards as he begins heading towards the main parts of the village themselves. His gaze looking upwards as the delicate form of a distant dragon moved across the sky above him. Ares slowly shook his head as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his suit pants and continued walking forwards, keeping an eye out for the woman that he was looking for. Soon his gaze would fall upon the villagers of this village, a smile creeping across his lips as he began walking towards them while removing his hands from his pockets and stretching his arms out wide at his sides almost as if he was beckoning for a hug from an old friend. "About time! Don't you worry, mortals. Your God is here to make everything better now! All you need to do is offer your bodies to me as tribute.. I'm talking to you, mortal woman." He would say, raising a hand now to pull on part of the sunglasses in order to reveal a single gray eye to which he winked towards the closest females in the area. The female immediately sighing and stumbling a moment, before walking towards him as if he was in a trance. His gaze snapping to the side as other woman began to follow suit with the first. Some of the men would begin turning their attention to the male who had walked into this village now, as he began to lead a train of lust filled woman through to the center of the village. Stopping just passed the center's area, the woman behind him slowly began to kiss each other. Their forms shaking as they began to undress and commit to things that they most certainly wouldn't have done if it wasn't for Ares showing up. The men around the area would begin growing angry as they reached for weapons and began moving outwards into the center, although their faces were struggling due to the sight or the indecent woman and their actions at the center of the village now. "What are you waiting for? Worship me just like your wives and daughters are... I am your god, hand me your village and allow me to hold your hearts in my hand." Ares says as he stretches out a single hand, holding it in a claw like appearance facing the sky and exerting his full power to the village around him. As soon as he began taking the men themselves under his power, allowing them to join into the twisted pile of moving flesh that the woman had become, Ares slowly rose a hand up and loosened the tie at his throat, before plopping down within the circle and leaning backwards as the mass of bodies engulfed him slightly with hands sliding across his face and the rest of his body, attempting to slip under folds of clothing in order to reach to his bare flesh as well. He chuckled to himself, batting a few lingering hands away and then raising his arms to rest behind his head. The moaning and panting filling his ears as he closed his eyes and simply waiting. It shouldn't be too long for someone with more self control turned up to attempt to stop his less than hostile takeover. Of course if they didn't he was at full means to continue on and keep finding worshipers. Ares was a God among men, after all.
Takeover of Hidden Heaven
Agent Code Monkey
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 9:21 am
Ares sighed contently as he leaned back upon his throne of moving flesh and bone. The woman and men moaning loudly as they writhed beneath him content to just be in contact with him and each other in their sheer moments of sexual bliss. Although it had been coming up to that time, that time where he had already succeeded in taking over this village, and might as well raise up and continue his conquest in another. It was quickly allowing for the entire world to realize what kind of God he was, moving into villages and granting only pleasure to those that were the villagers! It was no wonder that no one had come forth to attempt to stop him so far, it wasn't like they would be able to anyways, but this made him amused none the less. Ares Kami rose slowly from within the constantly writhing bodies of the men, woman, and children of this village. His cold gray eyes staring down for a moment in amusement, before he literally walked across the bodies and down the pile to the ground a distance away. He was well in thought towards figuring out what village would be a fun and interesting one to take over next, while he casually strolled towards the edge of the village that he was within now. Perhaps he would just take a leap and see where he landed? After all this village was one of the only villages that traveled across the shinobi lands by air. He could possibly land in any of the villages of the land, and simply continue his conquest from that point on wards. Ares chuckled and looked back through the dark tinted glasses at the moaning and longingly glancing villagers he was leaving in the village center. They would return to their full senses soon, and as much fun as it was to see weak minds come out of his control, Ares had better things to do with his time. Taking a step forward, the well dressed male rose a hand to adjust his tie as he began falling straight through the air towards the ground below. Hopefully he didn't land in water, that would be an annoying thing to have to take the time to fix his suit after such an occasion. Or perhaps he would change out of the suit for once? It was only for special occasions anyways.
She was still living on her destruction of the actual heaven. This village was just a poor representation of it. However, it would be a pleasant place for her new home. The green fire started to spark from her eyes. She only walked around the village... only causing destruction ot anything that dared try and stop her. The jounins, the chuunins, the genins, They hadn't seen death and destruction on this scale.
They wouldn't see death and destruction on this scale.
They couldn't imagine..
Hel.. it was hear. Soon the village would be flowing with their blood. She only smiled.. nothing made her more happy.. nothing could make her more happy than this. She stopped as she held one woman in the air. She looked in her eyes. She stared in her little eyes. she could smell the fear.
"Why do you beleive in this heaven.. when hell is all around you.... You people killed my father. You people murdered him. You call this a heaven. You love your murder. Your war. Let me show you war.. Let me show you death.. Let me show you a true heaven.. Welcome Hel. Welcome to your new Earth."
Hel dropped the girl from the top of Hidden Heaven. She smiled as she took her spot as the new Leader of Hidden Heaven.. no Hidden Hel.
What was life.. it was nothing. He woke up one day in this body. in this shape in this form. He couldn't even remember the days before this. However.. he kenw that he wasn't always this way. He could see the others of his clan..floating.. flying.. gliding. He just wasn't that way. He was more of a ground bird. He only looked up at them in the sky..floating.. flying.. playing with each other.. so effortlessly. But he sat in the dirt and played in the sand by himself. He could build sand castles. He could build anything out of dirt. He was almost connected to it. He placed his hands around it and almost wanted to bend to his will. However the air.. where he should have been king. He had no clue on how to use it. 
