<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>anyone who wants in just post away. and the poem is mine. no touching. *puts a "DO NOT TOUCH" sign on poem* XD wow... did I write all that? :P short posts are okey. 4 or 5 sentences if fine. i kinda went overboard there, lol</td></tr></table> Tria 39, 81379 The Two shadowy forms moved swiftly across the desert, their black cloaks blowing away behind them as they ran the spine of a large dune. The moon shone bright over the desert, and the sands seemed almost silver at times in its pale light. The first figure stopped abruptly, kicking up a cloud of sand ahead of him. He turned to the moon, and raised his left hand to it, the bones eerily backlit by the light. He slid his hand into a pouch on his belt, bringing out a loop of silver, filled by a pale, gemstone lens. He lifted the item to the moon for a short moment, then slid it back into the pouch. <span style='color:purple'>We're not far, paup.</span> he said mysteriously. <span style='color:gray'>Fell E jattts ttttyym...? fell E vvvvvemulli huba sha gauka E huba fuesap vyj ull shatttta iaujtttt...?</span> hissed the second form, bringing his hand to his chest. <span style='color:gray'>how can I pay you for your ssservice...?</span> the second inquired. <span style='color:purple'>I don't need payment, paup... perhaps in the hereafter you will be able to repay me, if you so desire.</span> he said, lifting the blood lens to the moon again. he looked through, into the swirling red color much like blood, and nodded slowly. <span style='color:purple'>I think to stop for the moment would be alright.</span> he said, reaching around his back and under his cloak to remove a small, folded cloth that he lay upon the ground, before sitting down on it cross-legged. he turned the lens over in his right hand a few times before putting it away once again. He lifted his bone hand to his eyes for a moment, before yawning and standing up. He carefully pulled his hood lower over his face. <span style='color:purple'>I feel a life nearby. a natural life. someone is near here.</span> he said quickly, taking his 'bed' and slipping it back into his belt. <span style='color:gray'>They mussst not sssseee me... I am not sssssupposed to walk this world at all...</span> the second said, pulling his own hood lower in similar fashion. The first pulled a length of cloth from an unseen pocket and slid it over his left arm, buttoning it to his shirt. he quickly followed it with a glove. he stood up and stepped off the dune, his light boots leaving fairly scarce tracks, considering he was on a heap of sand. the silver and blood red insignia on his cloak flashing in the moonlight, the circle, silver on the right and fading into blood red on the left. he sped away, followed close behind by the other, dressed in the same gleaming fabrics. The familiar song drifted through the necromancers mind. The haunting, beautiful poem he had never heard, yet so familiar to his ears: <span style='color:purple'>And so in blood a bargain struck. I realize that it is my luck. To feel death, every day, yet never myself, nae'er taken away. in day and night, the dark and light, my soul tarnished, still gleams, for if dark magic, a man does good? then what does it mean? His soul moves ever forward, dark on his left, light on his right, no end to his split road, near or in sight. in all of the things that he does, he has no thought of the cause. he fights, without knowing, his shadows still growing, though that he knows it not. in shining shadow he sits, the darkness bleeding from his soul, he travels ever onward, with no thought of what is his goal. he has nothing to live for, and has no fear to die. his split road does go onward, with no end in sight.</span> his ears perked up to the sound. he knew only he could hear it. he had never fully understood the source of his... abilities. in fact, he was still not able to use them to their fullest. he stopped again, on the side of the dune with the moon in front of him. it was only a few hours til' sunrise. then it would be near impossible to survive. he shook off the cold, and was about to dash off again, as the haunting voice filled his ears again. <span style='color:purple'>Do you know where you are going, Paushlatt...? you are going forward. but why? have you ever stopped to think about what that means...? where is it you are really going? you have a choice, paushlatt. your decision could mean your life, or lack of it.</span> Paush pulled off the hood of his cloak and raised his nose into the stinging, icy wind. <span style='color:purple'>I'm going south. where I finish, only the dead are.</span> he said, his voice echoing away into the distance. He tilted his head, and turned around. another focus of life. another living creature, just a short ways off from the other side of the dune.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: unknown so far Wearing: Desert Camo pants and a white tanktop undershirt. Gwee!! Mind if I butts in Del? Gonna be lotsa fun!</td></tr></table> The figure wandered in the desert, dancing in the hot sand and falling over many times. It held a bottle, low on a black fluid. The dragon stuffed the tip into his mouth and took a large swig. It squinted in the dark up at the moon, yelling at it to <span style='color:gray'>Stop looking at me!</span> It finally collapsed and let out a sigh. For a moment, he laid on his back, but he soon propped himself up and scanned the desert. The only thing he saw were the two limp bodies and the coat of blood that shimmered in the moonlight on their bodies. The figure began to cry, coughing loudly and spitting out blood. It staggered up on two legs, and tripped, falling next to the dead one. The gash wounds in its neck were dry with blood, and the other body seemed of a hunk of gore, chewed up and spat right back out. The figure glared over its shoulder at a shadow. It was one he despised, the kind he dreamt about running from. But now, he was the one chasing it. <span style='color:gray'>You son of a bitch! You deserve your death!</span> With that, it walked over to it and kicked it, sending send across its body. The frustration builded, and the dragon seized the bloody rock a few feet from it and started beating it with it, sending some skullbone and blood on the sand next to it. The dragon whailed as he did this, letting tears roll off his chin and seep down into the sand. It tossed the rock away and fell to its knees, screaming out <span style='color:gray'>Why did you do this!? You son of a-</span> It coughed again, seizing his chest with his hand and rolling over on his back. The wound on its chest had swelled to a black puss and blood sept from it, oozing down his waist. There was a hiss, as the dragon touched it, and it closed its eyes to the sky. The dragon needed to find cover, he would take the bodies with him except for the other one. He would die in the sun. He would wither up and die under the sun's torture and harassment.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I can now RP my new character ^^</td></tr></table> Saka Kikyu had no idea what she was doing in the middle of the Pwa desert. All she could remember was drinking with her 'oh so kind' friends. That was strange. They must have left her in the middle of nowhere. "Those bastards" she screamed, kicking sand around, creating a small tornado of her anger. She stretched her hands out over her head. Did she ever have a headache. Water. Something of which she needed. Perhaps she could steal some from a nearby dragon. An easy task for a full demon. She looked around, spotting two dragons in the future. Hello? Please, help me. I'm lost in the desert and I need some assistance she said, striking into their minds. Perhaps this could prove interesting? She always needed an adventure, and new souls to devour. For they had not called her 'Shikiykumasyu, holder of the Crypt of the Dead' for nothing.
<span style='color:purple'>Wha-?</span> Paushlatt's ears perked up at all the screaming. He jumped over the dune, followed by his companion. <span style='color:purple'>what the...!?</span> he said, seeing the disgusting gore all about. He pulled his cloak around him as another icy wind blew past. <span style='color:purple'>Sit still... you're hurt...</span> he said to the figure, before ungloving and unsleeving his left arm, the bone pearly white in the moonlight. <span style='color:purple'>Sit still, so i can patch you up.</span> he said softly, putting his hand to the wound on the others chest. <span style='color:purple'>This is going to hurt like hell, but I think you can handle it.</span> he said. it was true, too. necromantic healing was exremely painful. He knew the feeling- like your blood boiling, your bones turning to dust, and your organs bursting all at once. the agony is horrible. He let pour out the magic he could muster while still keeping his companion animate, satisfied with the think brown scab like leather that formed over the wound. <span style='color:purple'>Now then- whats your name...?</span> he said, re-sleeving his arm, removing his dark hood, and kneeling down next to his patient. his ears perked up. another life? hard to tell, after litterally giving his own life and soul to heal the other. he rubbed the matching scab on his own chest, wincing in pain. he turned to the second dragon, listening to her words carefully. <span style='color:purple'>Here-</span> he said, willingly giving her water, though his mind was not yet taken. he had measures in place, strong enough to slow even some of the best mental attacks, and warn him that they were happening. unfortunately, it wouldn't work so well after trying to heal someone. necromancy isn't healing, and its hard to keep up, along with a fully animated skeleton. He cocked an eyebrow, feeling her demonic powers. He would keep the information secret for the moment. he waved his companion over, whispered into his ear quickly, before he lay down on his back, and ceased moving. Paushlatt took the cloak around the bones and made in into a makeshift sack, slinging it carefuly over his shoulder. <span style='color:purple'>I am Paushlatt. a scientist.</span> he said to Saka, even though he knew she could feel his dark presence as a necromancer, he was certain she wouldn't be blunt. she seemed the clever type to him. He leaned over and draged the 'dragon on the ground to its feet roughly, his left arm more than strong enough for being magically powered. <span style='color:purple'>What are you're names?</span> he said, shifting his moonlight gaze from one to the other, while holding the injured 'dragon up by a tight grip to the shoulder. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>lets use the two-post rule. after two people post, you can post again. so that way if someone is unable to post, the others can continue.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Oh sorry for the late post :ph34r: </td></tr></table> The male hissed in pain as his skin formed on his chest. He bit his tongue and made at bleed. With bloodshot eyes, he looked at who was there, and quickly scurried onto his feet, almost falling back down. He looked at a very skinny and boney dragon and a freaky yet somewhat- He winced and didn't think any of it. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a pistol, and he cocked it back sending an empty shell onto the sand. He aimed it at the male, and snarled. <span style='color:gray'>Who are you? What did you just do?</span> He twitched and cast his eyes out and noticed another dragon, but instead, the male took his free hand and drew fire from his tail and managed to make it spread around his body like a shield. He noticed the alertness, and was already forming an explination for the dead ones...
She placed her hand on the shoulder of the dragon who had come to her rescue. "Thanks, sir, for the water, that is" she said, flashing her entrancing eyes. She ran her hand along his arm, moving forwards in the path of the sun. "I thought I would never be found". She faced the other direction, smile on her wicked face. Hopefully he would fall for her, otherwise she would get, er, destructive.
<span style='color:purple'>yeah- its not a problem, really.</span> he said uncaring for her obvious advance. he just wasn't looking for a mate at the time. He laughed at the pistol being drawn. <span style='color:purple'>what do you plan to do with that? shoot me?</span> he released the magic on his shoulder and took his left arm, waving it around. you can't do anything to me. I'm dead already. <span style='color:purple'>I've been around a long time now- twenty-three years since my reanimation, now.</span> he chuckled, the arm giving the gunman the dirty middle finger sign before paush stuck it back on. he carelessly grabbed the gun with his bone-arm, yanking it with the unnatural might of the deathless master arm. <span style='color:purple'>all I did is heal you. I told you it would hurt before i did it.</span> he said, motioning to the others chest. <span style='color:purple'>I'm not a healer, I'm a necromancer. I saved your life. show some gratitude.</span> he said smoothly, grinning at the thought of a servant who wasn't dead for once.
The male scorned the boney dragon. <span style='color:gray'>No...No...No, No, No NO!!! Your just one of those goddanm raiders, aren't you?</span> He turned to the girl and smiled, before looking at the man. <span style='color:gray'>I thank you for healing me and... And I am guessing you are of no harm. Yet I am very curious of your beings. My companions have been killed. Yet, I have slain the killer</span> He let his head fall and he let out a sigh. He extended a firm hand and tilted his head, grinning. <span style='color:gray'>I thought you were a desert raider, yet I think not. I am Vanula Tyogi, son of Hakkur the loud</span> He looked to the girl and nodded. <span style='color:gray'>The same goes to you, my dear</span>
She smiled, almost laughing at the dragon who ignored her advances. "I see". She began to move towards the other dragon, almost so fast that it blocked the normal dragons eye. She was almost ready to become Shikiykumasyu.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>no problem, Ryu. and you get presents? (O.O) I didn't know or I would have mailed you something! lol, well, Happy graduation-party thingie.</td></tr></table> Paushlatt followed the other dragon with his eyes. she was unnaturally fast, he noticed. as fast as he himself was. he bent his knees and shot out infront of the female, his left arm un-sleeved and held out, palm flatly leveled to the females face. <span style='color:purple'>You are fast.</span> he said, lowering his hand and reaching his left arm behind his back and under his cloak, bringing it back with a different hand altogether, this one not the plain bone like his normal hand, but this one with six-inch claws, and ornately carved with a long, complex series of blood-red necromantic runes twisting along every inch of the white bone. <span style='color:purple'>What are you, girl...?</span> he said smoothly, tossing the bundle of no longer animate bones off to the side, and drawing his battle-knife with his right hand, holding it upside down, steel against his forearm, the one sided blade facing away. <span style='color:purple'>I don't like how fast you are. you arn't a normal 'dragon, i'm sure.</span> he said, swiping quickly with the blade in his right hand. quick for a normal 'dragon anyways. as fast as the female moved, it wouldn'r be hard for her to push the blade away, or catch his wrist. <span style='color:purple'>let her think she is winning...</span> he thought behind his mental defences. he didn't expeect a full-fledged demon, or he'd have been more cautious.
The male grinned at Paushlatt's actions, and took his extended hand back and put it into his pocket. Although he was harmless and had healed him, Paushlatt seemed very very strange. He had a removable arm, and seemed to be over confident of himself, seeming like he was everybodies master. Vanula chuckled, knowing this dragon might get his upcomance some day. Some day... The girl too. Beautiful, very beautiful, but past that was only sheer tricks and games. Not the ones you would play as a child, yet more complex and emotional games. Vanula was anxious to see the tricks up her sleeve, but he would choose to go along with it. Maybe he would get something out of it, or maybe he may be punished for that and maybe be tricked all together. He decided in the end to go along with anything she was doing, but he kept his knowledge close to him, knowing what she could do. Vanula let down his energy and the fire around him seemed to fall down into the sand. He beamed a smile, and let his face into the sun, absorbing the heat. He had some more elixir in his napsack over by the bodies. He decided to creep away and rummage through his bag. Vanula picked out a few glass bottles, and took his choice of one of his famous Elix nor veja raus blacks. He threw the others in the sand close to the dragons. <span style='color:gray'>What's your poision? I have some home brewn elixirs for you both. Don't be afraid by their colors, but rather enjoy the taste.</span> He took the cork off his bottle and stuck the tip in his mouth, slurping down mouthfulls of a black and sour liquid which tickled his throat as it surged through his body sending a shiver down his spine. He finally let the tip off his mouth, with a gasp for air. He coughed and put the cork back on. He nodded to the two and smiled. Little did they know Vanula had a knack for these deserts. He had been living in these hot sands for most of his life, walking miles and miles exploring the dunes that seemed to go on and on. He knew what it was like to have the sun dripping down its heat onto your shoulders. He began making elixirs for surviving the heat. They all made your body function below average, making you sweat less often, and making some of your organs slower so you could preserve enrgy and body fluids. Yet the only flaw in these are that they can be addicting if drank too much. Eventually you will die because your heart wont be able to pump enough blood. In some cases, Vanula has experienced addiction and has learned some of the Drunken Master arts of fighting. He has also done research, learning that your mind becomes more active and you are almost double aware of your surroundings, and sometimes experience time in "slow motion." He peered back over his shoulder. <span style='color:gray'>Just don't drink too much...</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Yes. I recieved very nice ones, as did Aiku. That would not be allowed, but thanks very much! Sorry, all my posts are short lately ^^; </td></tr></table> Saka laughed, easing her head into the air, sun reflecting off her emerald hair. "But I am winning" she replied, smirking. Her mind was much more evolved, stronger than both of them. She could hear their thoughts, feel their moves before they even took place, and even smell their fear. She could become chaos. It was all thanks to the curse of Shikiykumasyu. She had lied to the dragons, lead them on by thinking she was accidently brought to the desert. In reality, Pwa Desert was the location of the temple of Yuroysu, the temple of training. She nodded at the dragon who had offered her something.
Paushlatt chuckled and slipped the blade away, gripping the females wrist tightly. <span style='color:purple'>so what is it you do, child?</span> his ear twitched and he spoke over his shoulder uncaringly: <span style='color:purple'>I don't drink. I couldn't get drunk if I tried- part of being undead, I believe.</span> He raised a clawed index finger on his left hand to tap the females nose, carefully avoiding cutting her with the razor-sharp, magically-hardened bone claw. He had an idea: He slipped a claw from above her left eye, and down, to the side, around the edge of her socket, knowing that it would heal quickly if she was the evil presence he had been feeling in the area. maybe she would be like him, and heal instantly of the wound. Paushlatt would heal of any wound instantly, unless tired of dark mana to power his necromancy. He pushed the female back, walking uncaringly back to the other. <span style='color:purple'>Got anything sweet-tasting?</span> He said with a friendly half-smile. A thought hit him, and he gathered the bundle of bones, still wrapped in the cloak.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>actually, this is pretty much dead. I can make something fer you if ya want.</td></tr></table>
