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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 7:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:02 pm
The atmospheric rip starting to happen would trigger a small light in the white kitsune's head, Aikimoto not wanting to destroy the earth afterall. From outer space, one would look upon the area where she was as a swirl of black clouds with a mile diameter epicenter where the cold of space was beginning to reach. Aikimoto quickly through her spells in the opposite direction and began slowly powering down the chaotic storm, nature itself restablizing as it tends to do. Singing as she did this, she noticed the other wind dancer.
Aikimoto smiled to him, batting her crystal green eyes before vanishing with a giggle and standing on one of the debri which he was near. A windshift would take her transparent face close to his, examining his intent, his spirit. The child of raw nature and power was gentle in heart, but wrathful on judgement against those that were directly against creation. This could be seen as she surfed the slowing winds with a dance not unlike that which was at the end of a mighty waltz.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:44 pm
The kitsune's examination would reveal nothing too hostile: a great amount of joy radiated from the man, his beaming face brimming with happiness. As for his soul, it was a simple, gleaming thing, though there was a peculiar, unquenchable hunger deep within it.
"Hello, hello, how are you, child, how have you been..."
weavign to and fro as he danced up the side of the debri, the man whispered a quiet, gentle song as he approached.
"The day has passed, the day has gone, and you go on....how are you child, how have you been?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 8:54 pm
"Nature's song comes to an end, a test of what her serveant can do is done and sincerely..." The white kitsune's sparkled green eyes danced 'pon his as her dance came to a halt. The large portion of a room she was dancing on also came slamming down into a crater which her windstorm had created. The silver runes gave a soft glow, ever keeping the sacred parts of her beauty hidden from prying eyes. "Sincerely I am tired from it, my good sir."
Aikimoto gave a light curtsey to the man, her ears which seemed to flow with the lingering breeze gave subtle twitched. Her transparent white gown gave off enough to drive the mortal man crazy with lust and imagination, often did beings fine themselves entranced in the pearl of the kitsune race. Though as one might have seen what she was capable of, one might know they were more then capable of defending themselves against such desires.
"The earth rejoices at the swallowing of such a fowl mark 'pon her." Aikimoto spoke softly, her voice carrying as though it were the wind itself. Slowly from the curtsey she rose to nod an approval over what she had done. "Nature is at peace in this destruction."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:04 pm
"The dance we dance, the dance of dances and of truth, the dance for all, for none and for naught...the dance that lives, the dance in flight. It lives peacful, ever twirling....."
Stepping again closer, the man reached out a hand, elegantly extending his arm as his gaze took her beauty in. What an elegant, wondrous creature. It had been long since he had had such an interesting encounter.
"Pardon, I lack the means to sing more. It would put too much to waste. But, if I may...would you permit me to kiss your hand, child? A custom, I fear, lost to the ages I so often remember."
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:14 pm
"That which you wish is something many a war is fought o'er m' good gentleman." Aikimoto would calmly instruct him. Standing at her full 5'4", she'd raise slightly in the air as to be eye level with him and begin a slow approach. Her hair, the golden sun could not compare to its radiance, and her beauty was only complimented by it. The gown which she wore flowed elgantly with the wind. Her eyes would pass to him, if creation was his admiration, then perhaps he would be granted such a gift.
"This I will grant should I gain the knowledge of one thing..." Aikimoto's cherry red lips pursed as she examined the dancing man. Her crystal green eyes sparkling, "Is it creation you admire, or the destruction of it?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:24 pm
"T'is neither, my wonderful child. I admire both of them in equal mixture and balance. Creation without bounds is bound to overflow itself, destruction unending leads to total ruin. I admire the balance, m'lady, the delicate dance of all forces, the delicate dance."
He nodded a little, his movement following the pattern of his speech, its almost songlike melodies and rythm. Silent, he looked at the kitsune, smiling brightly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:30 pm
It seemed even the wiley pearl kitsune did not fool this man, and he had answered her correctly. Forth did a slender and delicate hand come towards him, the windshifting of her race did cease that for a moment she would be as physical as any flower was to touch and see. "You understand nature, and therefore are worthy as to such a thing." She let her hand linger there.
As a further sign of approval, the slight control over air which was hers, she had wrapped him in a sort of hug. A refreshing breeze that was fleeting but restoring all the same, fitting for the smile and words which were his.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 9:40 pm
Careful, gentle, he held her hand lightly in his. Smiling, he leaned forward, bringing her hand up to kiss it, lightly, before he let it go once more.
"I must admit, you have me quite entranced. Long, very long ago was the last time I had such chance as to see the dance manifest in such a wondrous display. I could only wish it were for my sake, by way of another of your kind whom I saw but recently, but I know it is not so. Still, I must thank you for the day your dance has given me."
Bowing with exagerrated care, he whirled one arm off to the side before stnanding straight.
"I am the Dancer, quite simply. Some know me from other places, and they would call me L'Chanteur, though I have long since left that world. My I ask your name, m'lady?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:30 pm
The wind started to swirl around her, the restoration mage/ elemental being summoned henceforth by the call of nature. The pearl of the kitsune race yawned a little and smiled, "You shall know me as Aikimoto Takeda the white kitsune." As her hair seemed to whisp away with that of her dress, she sighed. "Sister of the once honorable Kiyoshi Takeda, now the first of a race called the nightmare kitsune..." Her voice faded and a vortex shot up to the cloud.
The white gown, the glowing silver runes, gone to where she might be called again. Though if a passing dragon may watch, they might notice her sleeping on a cloud till that time. There she rested, and there mana was restored to her till once more nature's fury would be called from the heavens.
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