Rose Fields « Thread Started on Mar 1, 2009, 1:26pm »
The male known as Kyutora a member of the Organisation of the Orikalkos strolled into a seaof roses the color of which was black and white each delicate in it's own way. Kyutora was wearing his regular non battle outfit which consisted of closed white and blue robes, including a foot length cloack which trailed behind him as he walked, the shoulders of said robes was padded, cuffed wrists. The robes collar was raised and on the fron of the robe was a stone with the symbol which best depicted his thoughts of the Orikalkos. Kyutora had blue hair which had two locked fringes it also trailed down his back down near to his knees which was tied of at the waist, The males Irises looked around at the black and white roses in the field through his hetrechromic irises the left eye iris being gold where as is right Iris was a dark green color.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #1 on Mar 1, 2009, 1:47pm »
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Wandering forward, the winds dare not avert their body to touch the bare skin of the black armour this samurai weilded. They only curved about the armour in such a detail, a blur of oxygen could be seen. The blades of the winds brushed against Shogun's lingering shadow: A grey cloak. To bite bits of fabric away. Arriving at the perfect spot, Shogun stood a fearful height of three foot four. Shogun was indeed a female, her stature petite than most children. The youngin's shoes crackled a hault against the terrance. Metallic gloved, digits wiggled at Shogun's sides.
Her arms awoken, her palms craddled the helmet to then lift it from her head. Swirls of oxygen danced about the helmet. The currents no longer visible; hence she deactivated its power to a limit. Shogun's skull was engulfed with mass of ebony hair. Their soft, rich layers waving inward against her lovely neck. Maco-twisted hues danced upon a mysterious figure. Ivory-gold flickered from her glass-like eyes. Her face was like a doll, her skin of light taffie. Shogun's cheeks bruised pink, waves of hair brushing against them.
Oh the essence of the yin and yang atmosphere. So fragile before her, their dandy petals lingered amongst the stemmed-roots of the grounds. Inhaling a gasp of sweet lusty flowers, Shogun was in a trance, but then rearranged herself from this peaceful land mine. Swirls of black and white danced about before her.
Ah'. There depicted a moving figure within the mirage of this wonderous garden, this dark battlefield which balanced amongst the pure.
Gazing afar, the child's mind spilled with curiousity. Was she at a wrong place within this kin? Being the false sister of Zally, her dear friend which she calls brother. Like many other leaders of certain groups of this world, she connected all of them. E n e m i e s with A l l i e s and A l l i es with E n e m i e s; with just a simple word... Brother. Or even Sister.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #2 on Mar 3, 2009, 5:27am »
The light winds which blew through the fields of white and black roses which swayed with the breeze, the subtle smell of perfume wafted up through Kyutora's nasal passage, his slender fram shifted about on the balls of his heels the clothing he wore moving behind almost like he was moving in slow motion, his hetreochromic hues settling on the frame of a girl she must have been around9 maybe ten foot away from his figure.
"Forgive my abruptness, but whom are you?" The male known as Kyutora asked the young female she was not very tall so at 6 foot tall exactly Kyutora was clearly taller than her.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #3 on Mar 4, 2009, 7:06pm »
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Grasping the helmet before her stomach, clutching it wearily like an useless object, she brushed her digits against the cruel face engraved into the metal.
Seizing total alertness from a male's voice that trailed into her direction, Shogun's amber-golden eyes flickered the tint hue of ivory. A rare, exotic purple.
Her lips moved, a soft, childish voice escaped with a hint of energetic-ness.
"I'm Shogun. And you are?" She smiled, tilting her head to the left, curiosity blazing fiercely within her eyes, a dark vortexual flame vaporizing then.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #4 on Mar 5, 2009, 5:55am »
"I am Kyutora, acting leader of the Orikalkos on the orders of Zaltos." The young looking male would reply as he extended his left arm up wiuth a open palmed hand slowly dragging through the locks of blue hair yet his locked fringes moving only a slight bit.
His hetreochromic irises keeping a firm lock on the girl, his hand slowly dropped back dow to his waist as he quickly glanced away to his left with dark gree iris, glancing at a small field mouse scampering away, before glancing at the pretty young femme.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #5 on Mar 5, 2009, 7:19pm »
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"Cheaaa. Nice to meet you too."
The child's head nodded, the mass of ebony hair wavered to and fro along the currents of the winds in united symphony. She tossed her maskling to the side, not even regretting if it were to damage or break upon its fall. It rolled away from her body, sinking along a moist ground hold.
She plopped upon the floor, sitting upon her bent legs. Metal crackled against another. Awkwardly, this samurai held no weapon of sorts. Neither did she carry a secretive item that would aid her survival. Her eyelids shuttered her colorful optics from view, her world becoming dark.
It was empty in her head, her optimistic world, filled with locked chambers that separated themselves into trickster's play. Oh, but a door was opened to linger the very sweet scent of earth. The soft aroma dancing amongst the forbiddens of her martyr world.
The scent of flowers.
Her cheeks bruised pink as she awoken from this deranged meditation. She lifted a slender index finger to press upon her lower lip. She pouted, embarrassed of the silence she offered unintentionally.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #6 on Mar 6, 2009, 4:11am »
The male known as Kyutora took in a deep breath his chest cavity expanding a little as he did so, a few second later his chest cavity returned back to it's regular size as he exhaled a light sigh not knowing what to say or do next had left him at a slight disadvantage.
Falling slowly unto bended right knee the male with dres his secreted blade placing it in the plams of his hand to show know ill will towards her he offered said sword up unto her as a sign of friendship.
Re: Rose Fields « Reply #7 on Mar 6, 2009, 6:53pm »
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Shogun watched in patience, her maco-twisted hues reflecting Kyutora's person: Knelt upon a limb, bringing forth a blade to show the unity of foes.
Such a bold movement to do, like a knightling reaching out to their master for an order or statement. Although this reminded her of her secret reign, she cradled the very insignia is gives. Respect.
Aiyahnn.~ What a silliee mister!
She couldn't help but conjure up insignificant thoughts, thoughts which were simple and easy to think in the ecstasy of her mind.
"You're siillieee, Nii-chann. Of courrsee we'll be friends."
Samurai stood, heaving each leg, gesturing forward towards his formation. She wobbled before him, a midget in heavy armor, the dark cloak wavered behind as of a vortex. A sound gave way to a hiss evaporating from a dragon-like snake. This lizard was located at the left of her chest. She placed her gloved, right hand upon the sword. A smile smeared across her face, her cheeks flustering pink as usual.
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