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 Post subject: The Way of The Sword
 Post Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 11:03 am 
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One by one his family left like the changing of the seasons or the setting of the sun on this magical Sky Garden, casting all this new found growth into night, challenging it to survive.

V watched them all go with puddles brimming with liquid catharsis, his fists clenched to keep the dam from running over and resolved to commit their positive impressions in his memory. His father went first, departing like a ghost, a mystery man, who's demonstration of his strength and abilities made him more of an enigma by the second. Looking back on the battle, one littered with quakes and tremors, if it was anywhere else but here. V would surely be dead. Then his majestic mother left, not without leaving a lasting imprint of her embrace. The way she changed from a warm summer breeze to an obelisk of a redwood tree commanded the utmost respect. His uncle followed suit, they had the greater to protect and cast aside their personal opinions of one another so readily. All of his family developed much love for this place, or was it their love for what they created together?

Before he knew it he was alone. The blanket of light swept over the Sky Garden, if you peered through its knitted holes you could see diamonds in the sky peeking over clouds. Despite the sheer altitude of this place, it was surprisingly still warm. Humid even, much like a jungle. V filled his chest with iron, refusing to let a single tear fall from his eye and turned his head toward the west. On the horizon lie an expansive field of grass as tall as he. That was his next destination, that was where he would sharpen his sidearm and learn the way of the sword.

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His next few steps toward destiny were rudely interrupted by the loud rumbling of a tiger in his belly. How long had it been since V ate? The hunger was literally crippling... It cast V down from his majestic perch and had him clench his belly as if he'd been wounded. There was no immediate food in this grassy plain. And if he already approached these wilds weakened, surely they would eat him alive.

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And eat him alive they would. There was enough Michio to be divided among the entire Pack of tigers. Like shinobi themselves, they had been stalking the outskirts of the combat zone waiting for a victor. Once all the powers that be left, leaving this malnourished thing in the grass, it was the perfect time for them to emerge from the brush and near their prey. Their black protrusions peaked over the tall grass like fins of a shark multiplying their numbers to the high dozens. It was an intimidation technique they used to stave off lesser prey, anything that didn't flee was obviously worth fighting. Slowly they stalked closer through the sea of green toward V armed with silence and armored by night.


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 Post Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 10:30 am 
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The night was so thick V couldn't even see a few feet in front of his face. It was a resilient cluster of blacks and purples who prided itself on the deceptive tease of silhouettes. And yet, all of it looked the same if glared it long enough. V cradled himself like a child on the warm dirt, he bit his lip and grit his teeth in agony, his stomach sounded like a beacon to all predators that he was a starving weak elk who begged for assistance or The Pale Rider's Mercy. Maybe it was just paranoia but he couldn't deny the ever looming, suffocating feeling of pending doom growing closer and closer the more he lie on the ground writhing in starved agony.

Hunger strangled his chakra arteries. The blade, tall intricate and ominous was inches to his left but it was a mental mile to the famished Michio. V cast out weakness before it built a home. He wasted no movement, this hunger was something new, but it wouldn't be the death of him.

Get up...

He told himself, a mental crowbar of sorts he used to pry his fingers off his stomach to the dirt and push himself skyward. He still looked hopeless and scared. Gravity only capitalized on the sudden shift in his organs and threatened to yank him down again but the Michio, firm in his resolve only buckled a knee. The true emptiness of the scenery assaulted him all at once.

The Hunger took his mind as well as his body. V's head twisted and turned to comprehend the changes unfolding before his very eyes. His parted his mouth slightly, confusion strewn across his face. Before the sun so suddenly sought refuge behind the moons, he swore he was among reasonably tall grasses. Now it appeared like they were moving like an ocean in organized patters. The likes of it was fatally alluring.

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Another offensive tactic initiated by the predators, surround the foe with muted speed to obscure vision and hypnotize weaker foes to the complacency of a drone. The tiger-like creatures had diverted in attack squads of two and were stirring the grasses with their behemoth yet agile bodies to create mirages in the thick of night. A flock of avians passed overhead. They were far to absorbed in their instincts to pay the killing ritual any mind, but if V were a skin changer he would be granted a scientist's perspective of what was occurring. It was artistry that didn't fall to far from crop circles. Intricate patterns and creations intersected, bisected and overlapped one another in dance.

Now that the lump of meat in the center had been subdued the darkness of night gave birth to foul warm breath, glimmering yellow crusted teeth, and open jaws. Once they clamped their maw around V's upper body they locked them in it's guillotine flung him left and right violently to disorient him further much like a dog would with a brand new chew toy. These creatures were well accustomed to the durability of a michio, and what it would take to pierce their hide... In the Sky Garden, The Destroyer worked to become apex predator. V, a fledgling was entitled to nothing but the bottom of the food chain.


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Suddenly all the breath in V's body left him. It somewhat surrendered to an invasive warm presence, that brought with it the stench of rotten meat and the need for a case of toothpaste and brush. Unless this grass was most abnormal, V was in deep shit. His eyes grew huge and his body electrocuted him with adrenaline, the kind that forces you to become composed. But it was all too late, his assailant was much faster and terrifyingly strong.

The gargantuan feline incarcerated V's upper torso in it's jaws, dug deep, impaled him and had his way with the lad's equilibrium; flinging him left and right like the creature planned to enter the shot put. Blackness still surrounded him, but this one felt fleshy, smelled putrid, hurt like hell and still wanted to kill him. The hunger wasn't doing anything for his resilience. Dizziness tag-teamed V with his all too familiar friend of starvation, they brought pain along with them and made his muffled screams agonizing and terrible.

A crimson flash of light followed by the sound of static brought an over encompassing electric consistency that strangled the Sabretooth from the inside out throwing it's carnivorous hinges agape. It was only allowed so far inside the Michio's temple before his birthright screamed in protest. V heaved, more so sighed with how much more force it took, and tossed the stunned cat to the side. He looked like some medieval torture device, filled with holes and crackling with his crimson origins.

Frantically he flung himself to his side arm, and hoped that the slightest touch of the blade would fill him with that sense of Godliness he felt when he was locked in combat with his father. That hunter didn't hunt alone. The Michio's skin, was a pathway to synthesize organic information... reinforcements were already in his vicinity.

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Paralyzed and Groaning the feline was tossed into the thicket. The grasses parted again, not only to receive its gift, but to give birth to another member of the pack. This one was identical in stature yet armed with the knowledge of the lad's interestingly volatile body. She decided instead of consuming the lad outright, to brandish her biological cutlasses and swipe vigorously at V's now exposed back.

Everything was moving according to a very calculated, tried algorithm. Overwhelm, and strike continuously at the prey's exposed points until it withers down and begs for death. The tigress' claws could muscle through V's skin like butter and if he still fashioned himself an EMP, that could be dealt with too.


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Inch by Inch the boy's hand grew closer to Ragnarok. Salvation- rusted, worn, dull, yet promising lie a micro inches away. V's face was never more focused. He had blinders on, narrowing his gaze on the life ring before him paying no mind to four legged clawed death looming at his back. Because when his hand gripped that blade and wrapped his fingers around its ornamental hilt...

absolutely nothing occurred.

YAAAAHHHHH!


His ambition was utterly obliterated by three large lacerations own his back. He screams were loud enough to pierce the night, no saviors would come to his aid though, only scavengers. The tigress sent V hurling forward in a clumsy kind of roll and motioned to finish the job with in a nexus of clawed fury. V grit his teeth and forced himself to his feet. Human instinct took a backseat, to sheer grit and tenacity, there was nothing but whites in his eyes and flayed skin as his armor. With the proper amount of timing and disregard for anyone's survival but his, he swung the flat side of Ragnarok to greet the tigress' jaw accenting his previous screams with a bout of bone-shattering thunder.

Another animal back to the bushes. V knew another would fill in the gap soon so he slid his feet apart, lowered his wobbly knees to balance and let Ragnarok rest on his left shoulder to give his right hand some free movement. He was out of chakra but not out of Voh. All the benefits of the sage-arts couldn't be reaped, but he clung to whatever he could to survive.

This midnight dance was becoming quite the macabre. Vescrutia's twin moons provided little spotlight on the battle transpiring among this grassy plain. The Michio longed to relinquish his entitlement to greatness, now he ironically placed himself in a situation where that was all he had. Now more than ever did he cherish it so... He would never undervalue power again.

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This savage blow was enough to rattle the fields and send avians flying toward the east fearing some sort of storm on the horizon. They looked like freckles on the moon's face as they swam across its white surface like shadow puppets. It was also enough to only send the tigress skipping back a few yards and have her rise again with her jaw danging from it's tendons but her fortitude holding the rest of her together. She looked mightier now that predator and prey had become acquainted. This meeting was properly governed by the forces of natural selection. And only the strong will survive.

She roared triumphantly. Her lower jaw dangled harmoniously as she bellowed into the night. It's timbres were low which initiated another phase of their plan. It summoned her mate, and her kin from the brushes. A similarly large tiger emerged still wired from the boy's peculiar defenses, crackling a crimson annoyance. He limped to her side and stood proud. With Alpha and Beta together the lesser ranked pack members filed in and formed a line of defense in front of the rest. They did nothing but prepare themselves for the standoff ready to give chase and pounce if necessary.


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All of V's pain and suffering brought him to this point, the final standoff. These beasts waited to see the outcome of a battle most cataclysmic, and willed their patience to be rewarded. Their division suffered minimal losses. A fractured maw, and paralyzed limbs were nothing compared to V's foggy head, lacerated back, and weakened foundation. Every blow they suffered was proportionately reciprocated upon the fledgling Michio. They struck with such calculated poise, it was no silver lining for the omegas of the pack to lead the charge. They looked scant, even hungrier than V, but found it in themselves to use their starvation as strength? If V was going to survive he too would have to find some ounce of savagery.

Xvii struggled to maintain his sword grip, his stance although focused wavered like a tuning fork. You'd think he could blow away with the wind at any second. His vision was starting to fail him and so was his rather keen intellect. The dire circumstances however only made triumph that much more alluring. While the boy didn't have the strength to smile, he was laughing manically in the back of his own head. Could have been the hunger, it could have been something much more primal. To think it would all end as tiger food was a silly notion.

7 Targets...


He was only seeing silhouettes now, the darkness wasn't doing him any favors. 5 starving, drooling omegas. Who's bubbling volcanic irises had yet to waver. Who's brains were so intent on murder, their tongues had no desire to wipe the excessive saliva from their jaws, they only wanted the boy.

The Michio refused to be intimidated. He cast aside the blade and shoved his dead-weight of a sword in the ground. He had more experience with his fists, it was just dead weight. He brought his hands above his head and inhaled, mustering every ounce of feeling he had in his gut and let loose a roar his deceased kin would be proud of in a purple cone of air pressure.

!!!!!


The tall grasses bowed in reverence, the ground quaked and the trees danced a few of their leaves free. This booming battle cry sounded as if it came from the abdomen of a creature much larger and menacing than a tween, it sounded as if it came from a Michio. This power had been used before, and its affects were never the same. He could only hope it would cause the tigers to flee in terror, because he was trying desperately to look the part. The fact that is, his chest felt obscenely tight and his brain was taking in far too much information. Almost as if he was seeing the world from a variety of different perspectives. He could almost see behind the pack...

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Silence, silence that was lonely. So it was accompanied by the occasional shake of a rattlesnake's tail... but still silence. This sacred act, performed in the crucible of desperation, fueled by sudden compulsions of murder, returned void. The sacred scream of Michio was a signal flare, a changing point, the sudden leap to new plateaus never thought possible. When you back a beast into a corner what else could occur? Things were expected to shift. And the tide of battle certainly shifted to an ultimatum forcing the young lad to yelp from his gut into the distance for what? He did not know, because his demonic undertones barreled into the infinite sky-garden yielding him nothing but the disruption of a few flowers, the disrobing of a few trees and the shivering of fields of green.

His four-legged enemies extended their claws deep into the dirt, buckled down and weathered this vocal tornado. Their muscles inched forth in unholy protest, even this last ditch cry would not intimidate them. It only made the fire in their eyes burn brighter. A few even lost their footing and were banished to the bushes.

By the time the boy's oxygen tanks extinguished, the omegas were already upon him. They surrounded every inch of his vision like a gang of ghosts. Their claws were like a worn headsman axe, and they struck with fear in their eyes, fear that another meal would never come. Something in those fiery iris shifted, causing them to slide to a stop mere inches from V and rear their heads back to their leaders.

V's vision of the view behind and around pack, was certainly an alarming shift in perspective. But it was not abnormal for the previous wielder of his vocal chords. A man who's strongest muscle lie in his brain and in his throat. His grandfather Ragnar. He was hailed as the prophet, what he spoke came to fruition. He cemented the prolific Michio-Roar into legend, commanded the very ground he tread upon, and had a very unique pair of pipes

The Michio's plea for help did not go unheard, his reinforcements just took a while getting to him.

The omega's fiery murderous disregard was stomped out by the shared love they had for each other. Their eyes grew wide the more they gazed upon the horrendous events unfolding before him, some even tried to step forth but recoiled in fear. Their leaders were caught in an unapproachable amber tornado of pain, it swirled around the Alpahs relentlessly devouring their meaty essence without remorse. Such organized chaos had to be the work of the Forest Sprites.

These floral piranhas were not shaken from their perch because they were weak. They were drawn to V's battle cry, turned nocturnal and driven rabid by the proving ground of the jungle.

The omegas dispersed one by one, each of them losing their hard earned pack as their numbers diminished. What remained of their torn family was a pile of bones covered by glistening maple leaves under the pale moonlight. After a full belly the carnivorous forest sprites tend to sleep. Their victory song was the collective cadence of washer boards and chirps similar to that of a cicada.


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Their meat was so delicious, every stringy morsel, every bloody wet ligament and tendon. Through them, their experience, the synchronizing of their life, he could feel it all. He could see them whisking ever so quickly round and round a muscular calf, grinding it to the bone. If he blinked, he was another one, who was making their way through an ear. They moved as one, and somewhere, V floated along with them. While it did not fill his stomach it satisfied him in ethereal ways he did not know possible. V's eyes were on the fritz, scattering to the horizons of his eye lids, showing no fear at the ever encroaching pack because he was preoccupied living vicariously through his swarm of sprites. He licked his lips vigorously, the desperation on his face was now the lucid smile of an asylum patient. He was still possessed by the animalistic fervor of the wilds, but it was only amplified by the tantric pleasure of being a carnivore.

Only when the Omega's scattered, and the sprites ate their fill, did V also plummet from his veritgo. His soul landed with a thud, he shook back to his human experience looked left, and right and down at his hands. He inspected them thoroughly, he swore they should have been tiny insectoid pincers armed and covered with tiny teeth. He rose to his ears and was surprised he didn't have any feelers any only two eyes to see. He let loose a sigh and let his body fall to he ground. This body and all it's splendor suddenly felt absolutely inadequate. And horribly empty...

!!!!!


The hunger took him again heralded by the sound of a dying calf. This experience, this weight fixed his spirit back to his mortal plane. With it, came all the memories of the experience. The tigers, the battle, the scream...

The boy's eyes gravitated toward the pile of bones head of him, and on it lie a swarm of beautiful golden brown leaves shifting ever so slightly in the moonlight.

He had to put some distance in between them and he. There was only one solution. V gripped Ragnarok once more, raised it over his head, and brought it scything down to the ground catapulting him in an wide arc over the shattered floating islands that were the sky-garden, hoping that he would land anywhere but here...

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He didn't even look back, yet no amount of distance could separate him from the horrors. It was like strings were tying him to that place, to the murder of sprites that turned a pile of bones into their nesting ground. V knew where they were still, he could feel them. Even when they were at rest. His heart was being as theirs, thousands of times a minute to metabolize all that flesh. This power, he had used it before but he theorized his body was grown enough to endure its affects, much to his dismay...

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V landed with a monstrous thud on compressed hardened dirt. He arose instantly, still retaining the behaviors of his personal attack squad and analyzed his surroundings only amplified with his arsenal of peculiar abilities. The dirt, packed with nutrients from his mother and mother only yielded the best of bounty. His childish ambition and every ounce of thanks were consumed by the piranhas that he became. There was a house though, not too far off. It looked quaint, like those out of story books. Even had a similar color scheme, someone was home too. V had to devour what he wanted, and vanish. So he moved with freakish speed attacking vegetables and fruits, boring into them like a shroud of locusts, coring apples and peeling oranges sparing no meat...

He figured he would elude anything on two legs instead of four, and on a full belly, he could definitely try.

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"Moooooooooommy!"

The screech of a small toddler, standing at the other side of the orchard, would have caught one strange man metaphorically red-handed. His skin was touched with caramel and pink from the sun, and his dark hair was styled close to his wee noggin. Still, Vincent managed to make his mud-streaked visage appear both cute and innocent, and utterly accusatory all at once. Those were his fruit! In his hand, he held a net with a still-struggling blue frog trapped inside.

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The fruits of this Eden were already doing their job patching up the Michio's deprived body. Nutrients bound together shattered muscles, sated hunger and yanked V's mind back to this realm of sanity. It was amazing to eat, the last time he ate had to be when he left Shinta's house, or when he robbed the Grocery Store. He was almost too lost in it's decadence to hear some little twerp scream for his mother. It was a high pitched annoyance that scratched on his chalkboard like eardrums. But that scream was all he needed to drop his evidence and vanish from sight leaving that half finished vegetable among many other ravished fruits. He was probably miles away now, miles and miles deeper into nowhere.

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One very tired Mom bolted upright from her resting place, the book that had rested on her chest being sent flying. Her sapphire eyes wide, her heart thudded in her chest as Sadako pulled herself into the air at the very same time as extending her senses. Within herself, the forces of nature rallied to her fingertips, ready as she appeared next to her child. His sparking indignation did little but tickle her as he explained the appearance of the thief in almost a pouting fashion. He knew it was wrong that someone was stealing from them, but he was more upset that he could possibly come back when they were sleeping and steal more.

Oh, Vincent. Sweet child.

She could see so much of his father in him that it very nearly made her heart ache. She kissed his forehead, dismissing her power with a soft sigh. Her porcelain features softened as she turned to carry her son inside, blue frog and net forgotten on the ground. Sadako helped disentangle the poor creature from the net with a soft whisper of air while she walked, explaining to her little one how to be generous, and forgiving.

With the munchkin securely set inside, the exiled Sannin sent word on the wind along the scent trail of who could only be the boy in question in the unique fashion only her voice of a thousand gentle whispers could convey.

"I apologize for my son startling you. You are welcome to seek out nature's bounty any time you should be in need. Be well."

With it, the wind's soft caress would wrap up his shoulders in what could be like a gentle squeeze. So often, Sadako's gentle nature and harmony with her elements could be difficult to understand, or describe. Her soothing wavelength only helped things along, a learned trait to combat an Insanity that, thankfully, was no longer around.

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The wind had to catch up with him sooner or later. Mighty gales crashed into V's back like a bear hug from a lost uncle and thundered across the emerald planes. The boy slid to a stop on the precipice of two city sized puzzle pieces. This had to be where two parts of the sky-garden-mosaic intersected. Slowly, he inched toward the synapse and peered down as far as his eyes could see only to see. Nothing. He looked skyward, arcs of lighting chose this empty space for their canvass. Together they clashed in an epic dance while the thunder be the ballad that kept their rhythm. A storm was coming soon. But shelter wasn't a priority. It was an honor to be at the mercy of the wilds. He took a hearty breath

V was no longer skeletal, whatever grew in that farm was jam packed with all the right nutrients to keep him full for days. His muscles returned to their normal potency, and his hair retained it's glowing sheen. His ears twitched, the wind brought a message? Some soft sagely voice?

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"I apologize for my son startling you. You are welcome to seek out nature's bounty any time you should be in need. Be well."



He turned toward the house and scoffed. He didn't need to be told the natures of his entitlement. But he was grateful to find a heir of humanity among all this chaos. Maybe he needed shelter after all. The rain came without warning, and the kid was instantly soaked. It reminded him of the fish-woman, how there was little space between the drops, how he was surrounded by the cacophonous sound of white noise. But he was freezing. V frantically wiped the water from his eyes, there was a stone fixture in the distance, he prayed it was unoccupied. If it wasn't Ragnarok lie close by. With a brisk jog he set off...

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After a mile hike through a monsoon V finally made it inside the structure on the horizon. There was nothing remarkable about its outside appearance. It consisted of tiered stone slabs segmented together at different points; if you pushed them maybe they would all interlock. It sat on a mound of emerald hair, raised perfectly to get a view of the entire valley. He turned his back toward the glorious expanse before setting off inside one of the structures many inlets.

Thunder had no struggle in over powering the arrogant deluge cascading over the doorway. Lighting flashed continuously, illuminating V's face revealing his golden hair and irises. He sighed. He was looking for a rock, didn't know where to begin. But this place could make a good home. He brought his face to the narrow entry way. A dark craggy passage with no indication of owner. With fingers clenched around his sword he started inside.

Then stepped back out, then back in again. It was odd. But really cool. This had to the quietest place in the sky garden. It's acoustics muted the storm. Didn't take much to put a smile on the kids face. He even let out a chuckle. However curiosity was of the essence, time to see what lie inside of this Mesa.

See, was a bit of a stretch. Sound and light were in exile. V turned his back again to the storm. A conflict he was well aware of but hadn't the algebra to resolve. He rose his sword in front of him, and like a torch should, it brought a loud gust of heat and clarity. V, nearly blinded and deaf, narrowed his eyes down to slits and thereby dimmed the flame down to a soft blue spark that lie perched on the tip of the blade. If there was something in here, it knew. The kid couldn't see anything now, torch light or no. So he felt along the sides of the wall. Soft, like mulch, It was moist too. But you could trace along the sides. The grass seemed to rise to touch of a Michio. V's heart grew warm, a sense of vertigo overcame him. He felt possessed. If the darkness cared to reveal, you could see his eye whites awash with lucidity. He dated not question where this peculiar power came from, the answers would be revealed in time. For now he didn't hesitate.

He found it.

"Rhak'Al."


This place is mine.

Baritones whispered through the innards of the Mesa, rippling across the grassy walls creating life. Bioluminescent flowers formed from the mulch and negated the need for a silly torch. The light was soft enough to accommodate one's eyes and brought much clarity to a most peculiar structure. It wasn't a home, it was a temple. How deep did it go? V traced his eyes along the now illuminated path. The flowers appeared to curl deep down into an abyss. Did it protrude from beneath the Sky Garden? The now illuminated glowing flowers weren't strewn randomly. They were organized. They were words. A cryptic mass of sigils that would remind one of a sine wave. V's jaws were not only agape, he forgot to put his makeshift torch out.

If history held true, his father couldn't have made this place. The Destroyer was the end of the Michio clan, he had no knowledge of the culture. This place predated him, and he was thousands of years old. Rendering this Mesa...

The Last Michio just sighed. Born with mysterious powers into a world of mystery to unlock it's mysteries. V inhaled knowledge long since past an ounce of fear and hesitation would interrupt the trance. By the looks of things this appeared to be a voice activated security system. The flowers were sensitive to vibration and tracked V's slightest movements. Moreover, one portion of the incantation fully illuminated V's section of the Mesa. If he read the patterns then the temple would...

He had a bad feeling of what would happen if he misread the text. But he also had a feeling that wouldn't be an issue.

"..."

A breath. And he began the incantation. Every word caused the river of flowers to ripple down toward the epicenter of the Mesa and reveal their secrets to its supposed owner.

"Etuum, druumon ka ni mai tanaka roa. Taiyero mu edti mai kaas. Xvii noiala sensai mii. Rag gingheai to mahk."


By the might of Etuum we were born, by the gaze of the Destroyer we will be undone, by the grit of his seed we will be renewed, we will walk this world again.

The Mesa appeared to reveal much. A prophecy? Or the mantra of some Michio cult? It's wonders were now illuminated and at its base like a disheveled dusty stone. One that looked like Vescrutia itself but was the size of a medium sized Boulder. V stood at the top most floor, choking so to speak on his preordained existence and his most peculiar purpose. Not to mention, on this rock, at least a hundred feet below lie a sleeping, heavily armed woman.

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"No more holes in the ground. Unless you're planting a seed."
V's Spirit Guardians
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Mos' Moro
MosAlan
The Valkyrie

Sail Free Among The Winds...


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Heavily armored would be putting it lightly. She adorned the traditional armor of Niyotomi warriors but with or without her ridiculously weighted plates, gauntlets, and equipment to blanket her, Kay-no was definitely sleeping hard.

Hibernating actually, In blissful ignorance of the shimmering and primordial rituals at work in this temple. Kay-no had been resting a hundred or so feet at the bottom of the now luminious pit atop of the boulder with a uniquely decorated sheathed blade in her vice. The walls surrounding her were bursting with sentient radiance but the blistering lights were less than bothersome to her.

"..zZzz.."

She was still as a corpse, but the deeper V descended into the abyss the louder her snoring became.


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