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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 18, 2007 15:31:47 GMT -5
((This is going to take place directly after my Ghost Shipyards thread =P))
A fine mist hovered over the hallowed ground of the Frozen Cemetery. Living up to its name, blades of any living grass were coated with sparkling icy crystal; frozen dew from early on. It was sometime past midnight now, with no moon in the sky. Some small creature scuttled under the roots of a tree and a bat streaked through the cold air. Out in the distance, a white blur could be seen racing right for the heart of the cemetery, almost soundlessly. Crisp, red eyes glinted in the mist just as the silhouette of a fox could be discerned. But this fox was special. With a sword strapped tightly to its back and an amulet dangling from its chest, the seven-tailed kitsune leaped into the air with great fluidity and landed on top of a large, marble gravestone. Ears perked and tails swaying, the creature- Shiro- scanned the area, not noticing how his once clear amulet now tinged with a misty swirl...
((You can either approach him or attack him, teeheehee >]))
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 20:20:59 GMT -5
Cowl stood in the cemetary in his death form. The form he had gotton stuck into during the battle between the man named Issac. He wore a gray ripped cloak and his face was twisted and demented. Half of his face was that of a skulls and he had long brown hair know. In both of his hands were two twin scythes. He walked towards the fox. Not really for the reason of attacking him but for a test. A test in power. That was he wanted. Someone who could challenge the power of Cowl's and a death god. After all thats how he was turned into this thing anyway. He had a new sense of strength about him and confidence. It was like he was a diffrent person. Cowl had his eye shut as he pointed his scythe towards his opponet. "Lets fight."
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 22, 2007 20:28:18 GMT -5
The fox's ears pivoted around when the death-form of Cowl approached. His red eyes narrowed and his whiskers twitched, but he made no attempt to move. 'Fight?' In response to this suggestion- more like an order, actually- the fox, Shiro, cocked his head to the side. His once swaying tails became still, but again, he did not make any move to get off of the gravestone and attack. Instead, he simply fidgeted about and found a comfortable way to sit down up the marble memorial. 'I will not fight...' Oh, of course Shiro could fight, but he had given up violence long ago. If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't do it. In warning, the white kitsune released a low, monotonous growl from the back of his throat.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 20:40:34 GMT -5
Cowl sighed. He had told him no. "I wasn't talking about fighting yourself..." He told him. Cowl ran towards the fox with speed that matched the foxes own. But Cowl ran right past the fox and rushed towards a group of twenty zombies. Runing into the middle of the group as they slashed axes at Cowl he slashed with his scythes ripping into their dead flesh. These zombies had arrisen due to the fact that Cowl as in his death form. The best way to describe the death from was that in it all of Cowls magical strength was switched to that of physical speed and strength. Giving him a very high edge. Also in it, it seemed to attract all dead being from ghosts, zombies, and vampires. They all wanted to kill him due to the aura he gave off. Cowl never wanted to fight against the fox mearly with him.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 22, 2007 20:55:41 GMT -5
Shiro noticed the overpowering smell of rot and decay only after Cowl began to run at him. The boy's sudden movement had spiked Shiro's senses, so he could now discern the scent of zombies from the regular graveyard smells. 'Oh, interesting' Just as Cowl ran past him, the kitsune pushed off of the grave, back flipped, landed quietly, spun around, and dashed for the hoard of zombies. Maneuvering so he would be out of the way of Cowl's scythes, Shiro began to pick off zombies by simply knocking them over and ripping their throats open. Hey, fighting something that was already dead didn't count as violence. It almost seemed as though Shiro never stopped moving; he'd simply pounce on a zombie and then move on, leaving the former creature either beheaded or throat-less. Blood stained his white pelt, but the droplets seemed to dissolve into nothing. When he had taken down the zombies who could without endangering himself by Cowl, Shiro stopped and simply stood there, watching the death-boy fight. Seven tails swayed calmly back and forth as the fox's ear twitched. 'Odd'
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 21:02:07 GMT -5
Only five zombies remained as Cowl slashed the scythe in his left hand so fast it looked like it barley moved. With one swipe three of the five fell to the ground blood pouring from gashes in there chests. With a slash of Cowl's other hand he got rid of the last of them. Cowl's hair was soaked with blood from the creatures of the dead. His hair was wet with it along with blood sweat drops falling down his skeleton cheek making it clearly visible. Cowl looked towards the fox with an expression of not caring. As they stood there in an eire scilence Cowl let his aura be known. To any one it would seem tremendous with an amount of darkness. With it came a pack of zombie samuries. And with a rush Cowl began slashing at them as well.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 22, 2007 21:15:53 GMT -5
((You just had to pick Samurai, didn't you? >3))
Shiro held Cowl's gaze until the next wave of undead appeared. As the fox crouched, readying to pounce, he paused and released his stance. 'Samurai? Oh... irony... wonderful...' The fox released a low, grunt-like noise. 'Fine... if that's the way the god's want to play with me, let them have their fun' Shiro appeared to brace himself against the ground and the air around him sparked with energy. His seven tails parted and fanned out as the sword on his back, The Eighth Tail, glowed with an eerie purple aura. The straps holding the katana to his back dissipated and the weapon lifted into the air. A second and flash of power later, the blade- now nothing more than a streak of glowing, purple light- streaked through the air... and the Samurai. It stabbed through each creature's abdomen, and left behind a burning, growing hole that would soon eat away the zombie entirely. This was a risky move because it made his sword vulnerable to others, but with its power and speed, he doubted there was any danger. 'A Samurai deserves no other way to die than the honorable way...' The Eighth Tail sliced through zombie after zombie before flying back toward Shiro.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 21:24:19 GMT -5
Cowl payed no attention what so ever to the fox. As the samurai's were killed Cowl just viewed it as if it was another thing out of the way. Cowl looked at the fox his eyes locked with his. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do and what he wanted to say. He mearly began to walk past the fox. Cowl thought about for what possible reason was a fox carrying a sword. But it really didn't effect him that much though. So why should he bother with the fox. The weapons in Cowls hands dissappeared suddenly as if they never exsisted. He looked at the fox and said, "Would you like to acompany out of here?"
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 22, 2007 21:34:57 GMT -5
The kitsune watched Cowl, utterly still, for a moment longer before nodding his head ever-so-slightly. The sword ceased glowing and was now firmly re-strapped to Shiro's back as her walked to the side of Cowl. He wasn't right next to him because 1) Cowl wasn't clear on his intentions just yet, and 2) The closer Shiro was, the more he would have to crane his neck up ward to look Cowl in the eye. The tips of his ears came to Cowl's waist, so he wasn't your average fox, but still, bending like that wasn't the most comfortable. With a quick glance at his pendant, Shiro took note that most of the mist had gone away with the zombies, and now only a small remnant remained. 'Looks like he's okay...' In a mature, almost boy-like voice, Shiro spoke to Cowl. The sound came from the fox, yet the creatures mouth didn't move; it had a mystical ring to it. "What brought you here, Cowl?" Yes, Shiro knew his name. It was a kitsune thing.
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 21:43:16 GMT -5
Cowl looked at the fox. He had no expression on his face. When he spoke his eyes barley moved at all. It was like he was a statue. Standing there like that. Cowl mearly looked at the graves. "Graves are my calling..." He told him. That was explanation enough. Cowl took a step forward towards one of the graves. If the fox was going to follow him then he would. If not then Cowl really didn't care. He didn't really care about anyone at the moment. As he walked towards the grave the tatoo on his hand began glowing once again.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 22, 2007 21:49:55 GMT -5
Shiro nodded knowingly and accepted Cowl's answer. Very calmly, he followed the death encased boy. His red eyes narroed on his hand; not in threat, but in curiosity. 'Interesting' Very casually, Shiro approached Cowl and stood next to him, eyes watching the glowing mark with intrigue. "May I ask where I am following you?" ((Sorry, shortness ))
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 22:15:00 GMT -5
Cowl said nothing. The fox would know when Cowl himself knew. As Cowl stopped infront of the grave he pointed to it. Written in writting on the grave head stone was the name, "Cowl" he had no idea who had put it there or for what reason. Neither did he care. If his death was in the future he really didn't care. Cowl sighed. He didn't really have a reason for being here did he. He looked at the fox and spoke, "Life is full of death. One day it will get us all." He said. The words were prophotic in a sort of a way. It was true after all.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 22, 2007 22:21:56 GMT -5
Shiro nodded again, accepting his silence as an answer. When the names appeared, the white fox approached the grave and seemed to sniff at it. 'How very... ominous...' As Cowl spoke, the kitsune's eyes remained on the stone, but his ears swiveled around to listen. "That is more than truthful, Cowl." Shiro was all too familiar with what awaited one after life. He had been a god for most of his life, afterall. Dipping his head in respect for the dead beneath that grave, Shiro backed away from the stone. The fox arched his back in a stretch. "What happened to you?" Shiro asked, referring to Cowl's... demention...
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Post by Man of Many Murders on Sept 22, 2007 22:28:10 GMT -5
Cowl was still looking towards the grave when he spoke. "When the shadow tried to get out I tried to stop it. I didn't want it to hurt Eithne. So I tried to trap it again. And instead of trapping it, it combinded itself with my body. And know I've been like this ever since." He told him with a sigh. Cowl had a new look on life know. The name on the grave was gone know. Cowl looked at the sky. The moon had finally came up through the clouds. And it's rays shined on Cowl's face. Fully exposing his features.
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Post by [.karasu.] on Sept 23, 2007 17:25:50 GMT -5
Shaking his pelt free of random items- pineneedles, dust- Shiro examined Cowl's face; not impolitely, just kind of... taking it in. "I'm sorry, if it did not work out how you wanted it to be." The expression on the kitsune's face then could only be described as a grin. "Although, I'm sure you will come to understand and appreciate the body you have been given. Things really do happen for a reason, trust me, I would know." All seven white tails swished in a wide arc, as though closing his statement and point. 'As long as he's not in pain, and can learn to accept himself, he'll be fine' Shiro's red eyes scanned the illuminated cemetery. A light fog hung low on the ground, making it so whoever walked through it appeared to be floating.
((Sorry- again- this isn't the best post =P))
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