Forget it. No Disclaimer. It's boring and nobody listens or cares anyway. I continue to say you suck, learn to review. Remember I am the person Vicious was based upon, named thus by my friends. I will hunt you down like dogs and relish in the fact that you will be fed to wild animals while your family fornicates with that very animal and I laugh at your pain.sorry, writer's block puts me in a bad mood.
Pain
No sound. No movement. The land seems dead. It is as if everybody living there had vanished in an instant, leaving everything behind and their homes in ruin. The young samurai wandered his homeland, his katana at his side and his kimono dragging against the charred earth. With a sigh, he gave up searching, finally giving into the fact that Sutherland had been annihilated in his absence.
The utter lack of humanity and demolished buildings disturbed him near to a point of tears. This vicious assault was something only a genocidal god could have accomplished. Sorrow filled his heart and he came to a halt by the rubble of a very large building, surrounded in the ruins of outer walls. His eyes fleetingly scanned the area for life, a vain attempt at hope.
From the silence came a thin rasp of breath, which only one trained as he could have attempted to hear. In one great leap, he landed weightlessly on a large rock, nearest the sound, but not near enough to endanger it's life. The samurai carefully removed as much pieces of debris as possible, finally coming across the charred but alive body of a girl. Tears immediatly streaming down his cheeks, he was beside her, trying to nurse her wounds.
Her breath short and failing, she tried her hardest to get his attention on her words with brief hand gestures. He leaned closer to her, "What is it? Are you trying to tell me something?"
"He... Father... He told the cloaked man where the gap was... Father said you would come back soon... you would protect-" Her breathing stopped. Her eyelids were gone, likely burned away in the blast, but he knew they no longer contained life. This samurai wrapped his arms around her burned, naked body, crying into her shoulder.
Sobbing, but anger rising in his voice, he said to his wife, "Don't worry, Yulie, I will avange your death. Even if it means killing, nothing can stop me from bringing this 'cloaked man' to his death!"
Black hair moving in the wind was all she could see. Ayane laughed as she flew, latched tightly around Hallia from behind. The feeling of flight was totally new to her, nothing like she expected.
The beginning of the flight was simple. Hallia grabbed Ayane by a wrist, tosses her into the air, came after her and caught her on her back. It had been like that since. Hallia was quiet, still not saying a word to Ayane, but remaining peaceful. Her simple clothing and lack of weaponry was quite different from when Ayane had met her, but not much of a shock, since they had just met.
A feeling of kinship was devoloping for Ayane, her feline instinct for rivalry not changing her warm personality. Something about the way Tiffa, or Hallia, was totally comfortable with everything, almost cocky, was a warm comfort for Ayane. The beginning of this friendship would be the easiest part.
Totally unknown to Ayane, Hallia was thinking something quite different. She planned on using Ayane and the other two to free Vicious, so that she may use him to his full destructive potential for her usual pleasures of mass suffering. She laughed suddenly, the cruelty scaring Ayane slightly, but overall Ayane believed it to be in joy of this wonderful flight.
Long, red hair in a ponytail and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. High Knight Deften recognized this description to be that of the infamous samurai named Seikensu Hiten. Also known to every country in this realm as Battousai the Manslayer. Godlike speed and the ability to identify and predict any enemy's style and moves were his leading traits. Last Deften had heard this description, it was to tell him that the Battousai had a wife and was seen being wed to her.
His entire knighthood had a celebration in honor of the fact that Seikensu seemed to have forsworn killing for his new wife. But this news that he had roughed up a few drunks in search of someone had not surprised him. Deften knew that Sutherland, the Battousai's home, had been destroyed, wife included. Deften sighed because he also knew that Seikensu's true fury was yet to be unleashed.
The High Knight left his chambers and went outside for fresh air and to clear his thoughts. The calm, cloudy sky soothed him for a moment as he breathed deep this fresh air.
The knight had his sword drawn and ready as he sensed someone behind him. He didn't turn yet, knowing that he was in the hands of this hostile-feeling presence. Deften was quite experienced in every kind of battle and all sorts of assassinations, and he knew that turning around right now would provoke the stranger to act.
"No need to worry," Spoke the calm, clear voice of a young man, "I won't hurt you. I've come here only for information. Have you heard much about a 'cloaked man' with destructive powers?"
Deften turned, his longsword still ready by his side. Slowly, he came to face with a figure once in his nightmares; Seikensu Hiten, the manslayer by the name of Battousai. Deften's sword dropped to the ground; Useless.
"Y-yes. On my desk in the room behind you. Under the report about sightings of... U-under the first report. The man was seen near the home of a Shadow-Demon. After he left, the nearby village was no longer attacked by it. He may have killed it, or taken it away. Either way- We have no idea where he could be now," Spoke the halfway stuttering High Knight in full Mythril Armor.
With a word of thanks and an impressive disappearing act, Seikensu left with the reports, including the first one, about his recent actions. High Knight Deften fell to his knees, breathing deeply and trying to calm down his mile-a-minute heartrate. He had a bad feeling about the strange looks in the Battousai's eyes. It was as if his soul had been torn away. Deften finally calmed down and went back inside for a nightcap.
Laying across the red-hot earth, surrounded in flames, bound by glowing blue chains, was a man with burning red eyes and sweat covering his whole body. Screaming in agony as the struggle went on. His soul was being torn to pieces very slowly in the depths of hell. Ifrit, the fire god himself, stood at this man's feet.
"Stop struggling, boy" Came his rumbling voice, "Your efforts are wasted. All the power that could save you is gone. You gave it back to Charantanatah and all you are now is a worthless appirition. A human copy of a god. May as well be a child. But even so, I love seeing your face in agony, the very same face that gave me this hideous body and laughed at me from the shadows for centuries."
His once jet black hair was covered in soil and half-burned away. He was a wreck of his once handsome self that he had been only days ago. To him it seemed and eternity already. Stitches kept his mouth sown shut so that he couldn't pull any of his old tricks or use any incantaions. He was trapped and as far as he knew, it was forever.
Pain
No sound. No movement. The land seems dead. It is as if everybody living there had vanished in an instant, leaving everything behind and their homes in ruin. The young samurai wandered his homeland, his katana at his side and his kimono dragging against the charred earth. With a sigh, he gave up searching, finally giving into the fact that Sutherland had been annihilated in his absence.
The utter lack of humanity and demolished buildings disturbed him near to a point of tears. This vicious assault was something only a genocidal god could have accomplished. Sorrow filled his heart and he came to a halt by the rubble of a very large building, surrounded in the ruins of outer walls. His eyes fleetingly scanned the area for life, a vain attempt at hope.
From the silence came a thin rasp of breath, which only one trained as he could have attempted to hear. In one great leap, he landed weightlessly on a large rock, nearest the sound, but not near enough to endanger it's life. The samurai carefully removed as much pieces of debris as possible, finally coming across the charred but alive body of a girl. Tears immediatly streaming down his cheeks, he was beside her, trying to nurse her wounds.
Her breath short and failing, she tried her hardest to get his attention on her words with brief hand gestures. He leaned closer to her, "What is it? Are you trying to tell me something?"
"He... Father... He told the cloaked man where the gap was... Father said you would come back soon... you would protect-" Her breathing stopped. Her eyelids were gone, likely burned away in the blast, but he knew they no longer contained life. This samurai wrapped his arms around her burned, naked body, crying into her shoulder.
Sobbing, but anger rising in his voice, he said to his wife, "Don't worry, Yulie, I will avange your death. Even if it means killing, nothing can stop me from bringing this 'cloaked man' to his death!"
Black hair moving in the wind was all she could see. Ayane laughed as she flew, latched tightly around Hallia from behind. The feeling of flight was totally new to her, nothing like she expected.
The beginning of the flight was simple. Hallia grabbed Ayane by a wrist, tosses her into the air, came after her and caught her on her back. It had been like that since. Hallia was quiet, still not saying a word to Ayane, but remaining peaceful. Her simple clothing and lack of weaponry was quite different from when Ayane had met her, but not much of a shock, since they had just met.
A feeling of kinship was devoloping for Ayane, her feline instinct for rivalry not changing her warm personality. Something about the way Tiffa, or Hallia, was totally comfortable with everything, almost cocky, was a warm comfort for Ayane. The beginning of this friendship would be the easiest part.
Totally unknown to Ayane, Hallia was thinking something quite different. She planned on using Ayane and the other two to free Vicious, so that she may use him to his full destructive potential for her usual pleasures of mass suffering. She laughed suddenly, the cruelty scaring Ayane slightly, but overall Ayane believed it to be in joy of this wonderful flight.
Long, red hair in a ponytail and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. High Knight Deften recognized this description to be that of the infamous samurai named Seikensu Hiten. Also known to every country in this realm as Battousai the Manslayer. Godlike speed and the ability to identify and predict any enemy's style and moves were his leading traits. Last Deften had heard this description, it was to tell him that the Battousai had a wife and was seen being wed to her.
His entire knighthood had a celebration in honor of the fact that Seikensu seemed to have forsworn killing for his new wife. But this news that he had roughed up a few drunks in search of someone had not surprised him. Deften knew that Sutherland, the Battousai's home, had been destroyed, wife included. Deften sighed because he also knew that Seikensu's true fury was yet to be unleashed.
The High Knight left his chambers and went outside for fresh air and to clear his thoughts. The calm, cloudy sky soothed him for a moment as he breathed deep this fresh air.
The knight had his sword drawn and ready as he sensed someone behind him. He didn't turn yet, knowing that he was in the hands of this hostile-feeling presence. Deften was quite experienced in every kind of battle and all sorts of assassinations, and he knew that turning around right now would provoke the stranger to act.
"No need to worry," Spoke the calm, clear voice of a young man, "I won't hurt you. I've come here only for information. Have you heard much about a 'cloaked man' with destructive powers?"
Deften turned, his longsword still ready by his side. Slowly, he came to face with a figure once in his nightmares; Seikensu Hiten, the manslayer by the name of Battousai. Deften's sword dropped to the ground; Useless.
"Y-yes. On my desk in the room behind you. Under the report about sightings of... U-under the first report. The man was seen near the home of a Shadow-Demon. After he left, the nearby village was no longer attacked by it. He may have killed it, or taken it away. Either way- We have no idea where he could be now," Spoke the halfway stuttering High Knight in full Mythril Armor.
With a word of thanks and an impressive disappearing act, Seikensu left with the reports, including the first one, about his recent actions. High Knight Deften fell to his knees, breathing deeply and trying to calm down his mile-a-minute heartrate. He had a bad feeling about the strange looks in the Battousai's eyes. It was as if his soul had been torn away. Deften finally calmed down and went back inside for a nightcap.
Laying across the red-hot earth, surrounded in flames, bound by glowing blue chains, was a man with burning red eyes and sweat covering his whole body. Screaming in agony as the struggle went on. His soul was being torn to pieces very slowly in the depths of hell. Ifrit, the fire god himself, stood at this man's feet.
"Stop struggling, boy" Came his rumbling voice, "Your efforts are wasted. All the power that could save you is gone. You gave it back to Charantanatah and all you are now is a worthless appirition. A human copy of a god. May as well be a child. But even so, I love seeing your face in agony, the very same face that gave me this hideous body and laughed at me from the shadows for centuries."
His once jet black hair was covered in soil and half-burned away. He was a wreck of his once handsome self that he had been only days ago. To him it seemed and eternity already. Stitches kept his mouth sown shut so that he couldn't pull any of his old tricks or use any incantaions. He was trapped and as far as he knew, it was forever.