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    Post by Guest 25th March 2017, 9:39 pm

    Izayuki Hyoujin ♦ Black Rose ♦ S Rank

    It was a happy moment like no other. Little had even been formed yet, but that did not stop the warm rush of emotions for the divine being. There she was, draped in a beautiful garment that was colored in a rush of flowers, as if an everlasting garden had decorated the kimono itself. It seemed to have been weaved from the finest strands of silk, and the obi belt and neatly tied ribbon to match complimented her lovely style of dress. It was not something she had picked, her clothing, but somehow it had come into being along with her own essence. Her gown, a pinkish rosy purple in color, which represented some kind of keen and rare royalty, could only reflect her newly created soul, which was only as old as her first heartbeats to pass, and seemed to be as fragile as the morning dew. Her skin was pure white, like delicate porcelain china, and soft and unblemished and unmarked. Her hair was black like shiny obsidian, volcanic glass that had yet to exist; yet somehow, she could just feel it and quietly mouth the words as if one day, such a thing would come into existence. The frame of her body appeared delicate and dainty, all while carrying an odd youthful strength underneath her snow-white skin. The features of her face were perfect in proportion to one another, as she had rosy lips, a sturdy chin, dark and thin eyebrows, and long, black eyelashes right above her deep-hued eyes. Her eyes were a light shaded and bright color of pink, and while she could not see them for herself, lacking any sort of mirror to view her reflection, something about them heralded that she would be the only one to ever possess such a unique color of orbs. Nothing in the future would ever come into being by means of natural ways with such a color in their eyes. Instead, natural colors would echo that of which had to come next into existence, in regards to appearance: the leaves of trees and the blades of grass, the bark of great trunks and the rich soils and sands of the earth, and the brilliance of the skies and the winds. But never would the color of eyes match the tint of Izanami’s own eyes.

    Izanami. That was the name she had been given, as she just heard it resound in her head before it continued to echo throughout her existence and reality, the past few seconds, the present in which she breathed, and the future that had yet to come. 伊弉冉尊, they called her, again and again. Izanaminomikoto, or to pace the meaning in her head, Izanami no Mikoto. The meaning she could give the strange words seemed pleasant, and filled her with further happiness. “She Who Invites”. Did she invite? The woman certainly hoped that she could, hearing the words that were her name reverberate to her even from the future. She would invite, but while she understood the significance and value to the words, what did it truly mean when one broke it all down further? She had yet to discover so much, but it was already quite overwhelming for the young divine being. She could only look to the ones who had created her existence there in the first place. The first gods, Kunitokotachi and Amenominakanushi, who had been the ones to summon them into being. Them?

    Pink eyes trailed up from her colorful kimono to peer at the figure standing next to her. He was beautiful, with long hair that was shaded in onyx-hued ivory black, while he had slightly off-white skin, more akin to olive than to her own fair snowy white. He was well toned with muscles that seemed to gentle ripple as they flowed with his strong movements. He was much taller than her, and wore a haori over his garment woven with the purest of pearl and opal pigmented silk, along with streams of deep red and shaded crimson to outline his obi. His name was given to him just as hers had been given and received by her. As he mouthed it in silence, Izanami somehow noticed it and breathed out the actual words first. Izanagi. He who invites.

    Together, they were would receive their first charge from the two gods who brought them into existence. And only together, would Izanagi and Izanami create the first lands.

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    It was the average beautiful day, with bright blue skies, warm rays of sun, and a slight breeze carrying the sweet aromas of nature on the wind. The forest next to the meadow was a lovely one to behold. The treetops whispered to each other as their leaves brushed the wind, stuck in the idle gossip of the woods. The grass below was long, but not overgrown, as the animals that called this place their home had trodden down webs of paths and trails all throughout the forest.

    The reason that Izayuki was here was to get away from the loud and busy city life of Rose Garden. While the town was peaceful for the most part, the eastern raccoon dog was naturally attracted to her preferred environment in the peaceful forests. Silent for the most part, except for a small, low rumble of happiness rising from the back of her throat, the fluffy creature padded through the colorful meadow. Reaching the base of a tree at the edge of the meadow, and the entrance to the forest, the tiny tanuki gazed up at the lowest branches.

    Summoning some strength in her short legs, the tanuki jumped, and attempted to hook onto the trunk of the tree with her claws. Secured tightly to the bark, she began to climb her way up to the branch which she had locked her pink eyes on. Pink eyes. She had possessed them ever since she was small; as long as she could remember. They were unnatural, though upon viewing her reflection as a tiny cub, always present, and natural to her. It was not until she learned in future years that it was not every day that one discovered someone with pink eyes. Why was that? She noted it, yet never bothered to try to figure out the reason behind it. Honestly, she could have cared less.

    Perched comfortably on the thick branch, Izayuki gazed out at the relaxing meadow, grinning and flicking the tip of her fluffy tail in a relaxed manner. For once, she could sit back in peace, and not worry about a jump scare wake-up by one of her guildmates. In her time of relaxation, however, the Bakedanuki finally put down her guard. And that would be her undoing.

    How could one ever suspect that their very soul was anything but their own? After all, they had come to know it all their life, should they have the ability to sense it. The idea that she was straying so close to death and the underworld itself was nonexistent. She knew not of the circumstances, but did not notice the opening so close by.

    After all, no matter where one stood in the world, they would die, and before too much time passed, someone else would be born to take their place. It was only the natural cycle of the world; one that never seemed to cease, or grant anyone a break. Life and death was all around, and lingered close. The hungry fangs and stinging claws of death would press against one’s skin as its foul breath could be felt against the back of the neck, hot, smelly, and menacing. Every day was spent like this, and no person or living being questioned it, or realized how close it truly was. That is, until the claws completely would pierce the skin of their time, and the jaws would close in all around them. From there, true darkness would be discovered. Nobody could deny that there was a strange peace and beauty to it all-- a sickly grace and an elegant movement towards perfect order and of course, rest. In a way, was death not a step away from chaos, even if it did not seem as though the concept was quite so pure? At the same time, it could cause so much grief, longing, and desperation the very heartbeat that death took something out of the world.

    Nostalgia rang in her mind as she began to contemplate the subject. After all, when one was left to their own silence and thoughts, many things came about from it. Depressing topics was one of them, but for Izayuki, there was a reason why her mind was heading in this direction. It was because of her soul. It was throwing a veil over her eyes, and forcing her mind to begin seeing the once optimistic and relaxing scene as something else.

    In the peaceful meadow where the god slayer lounged, she could focus on a reptile successfully capturing a moth, and eagerly consuming it within a matter of seconds. Never could she look at the scene as so common and miniscule the same way again. In the end, death took every single thing in its path, and struck the land with tragedy. Yet… where there was death, was life not also present? Above her head in the same tree where she perched, the twittering of birds had begun to ring out, and she could pick out the higher pitched and rather childish chirps of the hatchlings in their nests as they called out to their parents with hungry beaks. Before too long, the parents would eventually return, and the babies fed and nourished, and soon content, at least for the present moments. Once they grew up, they would move on, far from the nest, and keep on producing life, and thus be countering death. While these thoughts seemed to sit on the lighter side of things, but the darker knowledge still remained that one day, death would hunt the life-creating pair down too, and soon find just the right moment to close down its jaws, insert its fangs and claws into the fragility of time, and deliver that terrible sting once again.

    Comparing death to a beast was simple enough, seeing as the goddess of death herself had plugged her soul into a simple beast before passing on. The legends held true, but the young guild master was not keen on the details of the myth, nor was she even thinking about it.

    The underworld loomed close by, ready to force the tanuki to fall into its darkest depths. She, too, would die.



    Location;; A Meadow Outside Rose Garden.
    Muse;; 5/10
    Word Count;; 1,770
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    TL;DR -- Okay, so Izayuki is in tanuki form sitting on a branch in a tree contemplating death. 'Cause why not?
    The 'Underworld' itself is looming nearby, sent by Izanami, and by my next turn I'll throw Izayuki into it. You all can do what you like; enter the Underworld now, do your own plot stuff, find Izayuki or each other, etc. Have fun~!
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    Post by Cirven 26th March 2017, 9:12 pm

    ---------------In The Past---------------

    A teenager walked out of a theater with their parents after just watching a movie that he wanted to see ever since it was announced, 'Magic Emporium'. It was a movie that was about a magic shop that sold only the greatest of magical items and took pride in it. They ended up getting wrapped up in some dark things though and because of that they started to create physical magical specimens to sell in order to please a certain narcissistic man. The movie ended with the magic shop redeeming themselves by stopping their specimens from wrecking havoc in the world and stopping their construction of them. The teenager was ecstatic about the movie and couldn't help but talk about it to his parents.

    "That movie was sooo goood! I can't believe that part where they beat over fifty of their own creations with a single spell! I want to learn magic like that so I can be strong too!" The boy was beaming with enthusiasm as he spoke while his father and mother listened to him smiling. "You can always learn the magic that your good ol' dad knows how to use, Kliff." The young man's father spoke out and then put his hand out in front of him where it then lit into a blaze of a mixture of orange, yellow and red. "Maybe I can learn your fire magic but Mom has never shown what magic she knows how to use so I might learn hers because of the mysterious factor of it all!" Kliff laughed as well as his mother to his own comment while his father's flaming hand extinguished. "There is nothing mysterious about my magic. My magic is to raise you and love you is all." His mother spoke and then ruffled up his hair with her hand.

    The family all kept on talking as they made their way through Magnolia and their way home. It was dark outside but they always did a family get together of some type every week and walked home after to talk about it. It had become such a ritual for years that they knew how to walk home from practically anywhere in the city and knew the twists and turns just as well if not better than the people who had constructed it. There was something different about their walk this time though. Kliff could feel like something wasn't right about it.

    As the family made their in front of their home, a friend of Kliff's father called out to them and took his father to the side to talk to him. Kliff could not make out their words but his father's face after the talk showed that something was wrong. He did not mention exactly what was wrong but he told both his son and wife that he had to go with his friend back into the city for some time. The two nodded and the father said his goodbyes to them both which only caused Kliff to feel more and more worrisome over the feeling that was aching in his stomach. This caused Kliff to act like he was going to bed and leaving his mother to do the same when he really was going to leave the house through his window and go and find his father.

    Kliff made his way through Magnolia looking for his father while trying to trace what steps he could have took. His friend was from work from what Kliff remembered so he made his way towards where his father and mother worked which was a building on the outskirts of the city. Kliff only knew of the workplace his parents worked at from following them in the past to it. Otherwise it woudl have forever been a secret they kept from him. Kliff arrived there to find that his father running out of the building bloodied and frantic but alive. "Honey!" A voice called out from near him and his mother ran out from nearby to his father. She embraced him and started to try and help him move. "Why did you come here?! Its dangerous! You know what dangers come from what we have done here and you know he has been hunting our members after dealing with Salindra! You needed to stay with Kliff and take care of him while one of us takes the fall for both of our crimes!"

    The sounds of a voice screaming out in fear and then suddenly stopping came out from behind Kliff's father. "Evora, run. I'll hold him back. Go and raise our son. I love you." Kliff's mother was bawling up from the entire thing. "But... But.. I can't without you, Dalin! You idiot! We will fight this fate together for our future!" Evoria's hands erupted into flames and she took a stand beside Dalin who looked at his wife happily. "You are more of a selfish idiot than me but that's why I love you." Dalin then summoned flames up around his own arms and stood waiting for their attacker.

    Through the darkness that surrounded the building a single glowing red orb could be seen by Kliff as a voice spoke out. "I really hope you two don't make me waste my time here after everything you did to those you experimented on and myself over the years." The red orb in the darkness was not moving at all and looked like it was waiting for a response. "You are Salindra's son and her failure of a super being. You should be dead just like her." Dalin spoke back to the man. "How about you tell her that yourself?"

    Multiple metal spikes shot out from the ground at Dalin and Evoria forcing them to either move or be skewered. Evoria's leg was cut by the metal during her dodge attempt while Dalin was about to get out of the way of the attack before taking any serious damage but he would be brought face to face with Cirven. Dalin quickly used his flames to shoot out at the demon but they were quickly absorbed by him leaving Dalin wide open. Cirven swung his metallic clawed hand down across Dalin's chest causing multiple gashes. Evoria shot out a ball of flame from her hands at the demon to protect her husband but Cirven noticed the attack and fired out a blast of shrapnel and metal from his mouth. Cirven's metallic blast hit the fireball and overcame it where it then was sent flying into Evoria. The blast engulfed her completely and left her cut up and laying on the floor bloodied.

    Dalin noticed this and summoned a massive blade of fire quickly and tried to slash through his enemy but Cirven used his metallic claws to block and then parry the blade then used his leg to kick Dalin's leg out from under him. Cirven followed up his sweep with a punch that he slammed into the side of Dalin's face which sent him hard into the ground. "I know you hate me for what I am doing but you are trying to create monsters and kill those who oppose you. Even now I came here not to even kill you but you tried to kill me all for some pathetic flag you worked for that only caused this world grief. I came here to stop you from ruining the world but all you want to do is just that! Why are you so committed to it!" Dalin tried to pull himself up from the ground from the pain he was suffering from his escape and now the fight he was enduring. "You won't understand, you abomination! You should just die!" Cirven scoffed at the response he got and was about to move but noticed a scorched circle had been formed around him. Before he could move the circle erupted into a massive pillar of fire. Dalin was also inside of the circle and was burned along with Cirven. The fire stopped and left the area covered in ash and debris from the erupting flames.

    Through the smoke came out a black armored figure with red eyes. Cirven had survived the attack because of his armor but Dalin had sacrificed himself to kill him. Cirven looked towards the body and shook his head. "These idiots... They all want to die for a cause that even my mother gave up on years ago." Cirven then whistled out into the air and a dragon swooped down that he jumped onto. He then left the area on top of the dragon.

    Kliff was so confused about the entire scene that played in front of him that he could not completely take in what had happened. His father had died and his mother was left critically hurt on the ground by what his father called an abomination. This left the young man in complete shock until it finally all sank in and he quickly went to help his mother to the best of his abilities.

    ---------------Present Time---------------

    Cirven found himself chained to a cell wall by his feet and legs. He was the only resident of an underground prison that he willingly went into. The shackles and chains were all a type of metal that suppressed magic and the use of anything magical that they found themselves wrapped around or latched to. Cirven was no different. He had been beaten and nearly starved for days but did not regret any of it. It was either this or something worse happen to him. Though he knew a certain someone would be there to bail him out of the hell he was placed in.

    The cell doors near him opened up and the now older Kliff came into the cell along with his mother who had all the scars from when he fought with her in the past and some armored men with magical weapons. "This is the man who killed my father, Mother?" The scarred Evoria looked at the demon that was hung up on the cell wall and nodded. "Yes. He killed Dalin and took him away from us." Kliff looked at Cirven for a short time and then quickly grabbed the sword from one of the armored men and stabbed it into Cirven's stomach causing him to instantly gasp in pain. He held the blade inside of Cirven and spoke. "Everything my father left me went towards finding you and ridding the world of you. I don't care what my father and mother were doing in the past. All I care about is finishing what my father aimed to do with his last breath and kill you." Cirven coughed up from the blood coming up through his throat but then spoke. "Hopefully you are stronger than him then. He had a pretty crappy attempt at it." Kliff's eyes widened with anger and he pulled the sword out from Cirven and then stabbed him again causing Cirven to gasp out in pain again. The wound where Cirven was stabbed earlier healed quickly and completely. "Do not speak of him like that again."

    Kliff then stood back and left the sword inside of Cirven's body. He looked where the other wound was. "The men told me you have some way of healing that does not involve magic so we have been devising ways of killing you. You agreed to deal with the repercussions of your sins so we naturally have to play death ourselves so we will be preparing a spell that will deal with you completely. It will be ready soon but until then we will leave you here. I hope that you enjoy cold, wet and dark scenery. Lets go." Kliff, Evoria and the men then all left Cirven in his cell again but this time left the sword lodged inside of him. "The things I do for friends...." He chuckled silently to himself as he hung in the cell.

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    Post by Noheme 27th March 2017, 12:19 pm


    Life. Concept so vast and ever-present that people often forgot about it during their lives. As someone who was focused on daily tasks, doing the same thing over and over again, why would you even think about such a thing. Far away from the battlefield, sickness and poverty. People like that often forgot about the concept of life and death as they swam across the sea of their lives without stopping once. But there was one fleeting memory that appeared stronger than all else. Memory of a young girl with short silver hair. She did not wear much, showing that she probably wasn't of any rich family. Only light leather clothes that were fit for traversing long distances over land which would not provide much in the natural hostile elements. And across her sat a large, inhuman being. A golem, special kind of Machias. Machias were sentient robotic race rarely present in Fiore. So a golem like this was quite the rare sight indeed. He too wore a strange attire, almost like a military-grade coat with leather outfit beneath it. One look was enough to tell anyone that he was through much already. They were sitting in an empty room that they rented inside of an old inn. Village in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by golden fields of wheat, ready to be harvested at any time. People were running all around, working or having fun. It was a peaceful memory, one that could almost bring tears to one's eyes.

    But that was only a static image. There was much more to all of this, as the golem handed few empty pieces of paper to the girl and told her to write the most important things she had onto them. But she was to do it in secret, so that he would not see. He too had one single piece of paper that he wrote something onto. Only one or two minutes later, the game they were about to play was prepared. The golem would tell the girl that she should show him one of her cards, the one that had the absolutely most important thing in her life written on it. He would compare it to his own card and if the girl's card had something of greater value than his, she would get to keep it. But if not, then he would keep her card and then she would have to imagine her life without that one most important thing. And so they compared. And in the end, the golem kept the girls card. It was a disappoint moment for her as small hits of tears appeared in her eyes. And she asked him. What could possibly be more important than my family? And the golem looked at her for a while before handing her his card. But even after reading it, she could only tilt her head in confusion. Perhaps she was still much too young to properly understand this. And that was understandable. So the golem would try to explain it all to her. Because what was written on his card was the word Life. Without your own life, you cannot have anything else. If you were to die, you would loose your family. You would loose your home, your money and your friends. Your life is the most important thing you have.

    Those words resonated within the girl. Even though she didn't understand it completely, she made sure to remember it! Even though she still loved her family, the golem in front of her, she was supposed to love herself even more. Because without herself, she would be incapable of loving him! Perhaps it was a bit of a childish logic, but not everything in the world has to be complicated, right? To lead a peaceful life filled with love and beauty. Was that not a wish of many? But not everything always works out. The girl aged, and so did the golem. And eventually, the golem broke down, never to walk and talk again. And in her grief, or perhaps somewhere during her journey, the girl forgot about what she was supposed to treasure most. In the end, she ended up sacrificing herself for another. To save her best friend, she threw away the one most important thing she had. And just like how the golem told her in the past, that fact alone made everyone else very sad. Because the girl was no longer around for them, and they could no longer smile or cry together. A memory like that, why was it so powerful? Why was it here in the first place? Why did it seems so sad... yet happy? The goddess was having a hard time trying to understand it all. Her mind was wandering too far, the depths of darkness swallowing her whole. And then she opened her emerald green eyes. She was still there, in Earthland. The ground around her made out of cold stone, damp and moist. Deep underground, the only warmth she could hope for was one produced by the burning torches on walls, illuminating the whole hall with different cell doors on each side.

    Shaking her head, the moon goddess realized that her body was still completely different from the one she usually had. A long, black snake creeping around the floor with it's shining eyes piercing the dimness of this place. Ah, that was right. She transformed into this creature so that she could fit between the bars and infiltrate this place. And the things she saw just now... memories that were not her own. Instead, they were her sister's. Their memories connected when she was resurrected, their lineage becoming one for a single moment. She often dreamt them, this was the very first time when she actually got lost in them during the day. And during an important mission like this nonetheless. She ought to be more careful from here on out, as even a single misstep could mean her own demise, or more likely, demise of her partner. How exactly did she grow attached to this man? She was still unsure. But what she knew was that the girl he first met was probably long gone. Soaked in poison of fate, the venomous goddess was changed. She could not stop thinking about what she had lost and what she would loose in the future. And if not for other pleasant things in life, she would probably be well on her path towards complete destruction, life for the sake of revenge alone. But the Eater of Names was not quite worth it. She should not throw her life away in order to fulfill a goal of killing him. That much she gathered from the memory she witnessed mere moments ago. Still, she had to wonder. Just who was that golem? And inorganic being, yet one that understood mortality and weight of one's life. Was something like that... truly possible?

    After all, she knew that there were creatures that had no fear of death, nor life. Those that were truly immortal... the Miracle Demons. Those that gave her life and power. Beings that lacked soul from the very beginning and thus could never loose it. They would continue floating through the life without any effort with their power unmatched by anything in the universe. And forever they would repeat the process of trying to entertain themselves by causing suffering in those with finite lifespan. Was something like that a blessing or curse? The goddess was incapable of providing a proper answer for herself. But did she even need one? It was not what this job was about. Sounds of faint breathing and chains moving. The door that was opened some time ago and a small hole with iron bars. A pitch black serpent was now crawling through it, it's green eyes of jealous staring at Cirven, the demon chained in front of it. And if he noticed, then he probably already knew who this being was. Because he was sure to notice the black crow in the corner of his cell, one that was hidden inside of shadows from anyone and anything. With a slow transformation that tore apart the serpent's scales and skin, a girl would soon stand in front of him. One that was still not quite human because of a pair of fox ears, as well as a long tail. One of her hands would extend forward and grab the weapon stuck inside of the demon's body, forcing it even deeper and twisting it around a bit. Pain. Even if he felt it, he would not die. Not from something like this. But... was he prepared for that fate to eventually consume him? If the answer to that was yes, then she could not forgive him.

    But eventually, she would pull the weapon out of him, as silent as she was until now. The crow would return to one of her shoulders as a dark, liquid matter started seeping out of her clothes and falling to the ground. Magic of darkness. Not, it was something more than just magic. The power of immortal beings, power based on miracles themselves. Something that was unaffected stone which restricted the flow of magical energy. The darkness would eventually take a form of two sword-like shapes, both completely black in color and giving off a crimson glow. And with one single gesture, they would penetrate the chains and cuffs, freeing the demon effortlessly. That was her desire, what she wanted to do. She did not care if there was someone else who wanted to hurt Cirven for whatever reason they could possibly have. Because she still needed him. And if they would try to take him away from her, she would not stop until every single one of them was dead. That was right, if they were to return in this very instant, she would make sure to execute every single one of them. She was a selfish goddess that did not care for the well being of people she did not know. Or perhaps she was now a demon, clad in poison as she adjusted the new gloves of black leather, covered in strange runes, she was now wearing. It would get some getting used to, but they were now completely necessary it seemed.

    "You want to live too, don't you?"



    In the meantime, there was another girl somewhere completely else. With feet completely bare, she was running through the lush green grass and dirt towards the only direction she could currently see. Tightly clutching to the perfectly white tree branch in her body, she would put forth all of her effort into movement. Most of her life, she simply lived behind closed doors of her own home. And while her body was filled with powerful magic of chaos, her physical state did not reflect that in the slightest. The white dress she was wearing fluttered in the gently blowing wind, as well as her long and fluffy hair of equal color. With pale skin added to it all, the girl truly was completely white and noticeable to anyone who would look in her direction. But she did not care about her attire at all in the moment. Seth, her puppeteer and the one who controlled her whole life had told her something that started to worry her greatly. That something bad could happen to the master of her guild! She was still clumsy with this now aged up body of hers, which meant that she remained indoors for the past few days. No one had yet seen her in this state and Izayuki would probably be the first then. Charlotte also knew that this was her puppeteer's way of nudging her in the direction of their story. They were normally completely silent and did not provide any aid at all. So when they did, it was usually something very important that the young white witch should definitely not miss. But it truly was cruel, to know something was going to happen, but not having any details about it at all.

    Eventually, she would finally run out of energy and stop. The Witchtree branch dropped to the ground as her hands clutched her knees, her body bent forward as drops of sweat fell into the grass, rendering few pieces of green moist. And she had no idea at all that the small tanuki was actually in a tree nearby, most likely capable of hearing her heavy panting and wheezing, accompanied by an occasional cough. She was exhausted already, incapable of going any further. It was truly pathetic, was it not? Any other mage of her rank would have no problems at all continuing, but that was not the case for her. The body she had was fragile and could break easily, her mind not too different from that. And yet, she was the one to hold powerful blood inside of her veins, be chosen by an omnipotent being from another world. A pathetic little girl that had more than she could handle dumped on her. And she herself did not even properly realize that. Finally, she was able to straighten her body and look around until finally, the pure white pupil-less orbs reflected the color of pink. And in that single moment, her exhausted and worried expression turned into a smile, a weight lifted from her heart. This time, she arrived at time! It was not too late yet, right? She could still help the transformed being in front of her, right? Even if her power was lacking and she was not yet used to manipulating her staff, or her new powers... she still wanted to help in any way she could. So she begged the gods and Seth for an opportunity that would allow her to do so. A cruel chance that would eventually reveal itself, twisted and laughing. The young witch had no idea what the future held for her just yet. And so she called out.

    Miss Hyoujin!

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    Post by Guest 7th April 2017, 11:54 am

    CLAWED MY WAY TO VICTORY

    Death. . . Death was everywhere, from the falling of leaves in Autumn to the last breath an animal gave as its body gave up on Life. It was everywhere and nowhere at once, insignificant and significant, miniscule and large scale; it had an array of faces and no face at all. A person’s life could end in terror, or peace, or sorrow, or perhaps, it had no ending to their life at all, but they came back upon “death.” These were the immortals, the ones who could die, but never truly die, never truly reincarnate, but reincarnate back into themselves. These were the eternal, the ones who saw countless days and weeks, months, and years, through their lives, watched as the world changed before their very eyes. There were many, but very few, who survived the long lives that entailed being immortal or being eternal and many sought out ways to die. And those who did not seek out ways to end their lives? They continued to live, continued to watch as the world crumbled slowly from what they knew it to be.


    The world was a place of constant change, constant love and constant pain, of constant happiness and constant sorrow, and all of the above not already mentioned. People lived and people died, it was as simple as that; from birth until death, people walked the land living, breathing, and seeing all that they could. They watched and wondered, sought everything possible, felt everything they could, explored the known and unknown or hid away from life. Life. . . Life was what made up the world. What made up a person or animal. Better yet, Life was people, animals, plants. . . it was everything. It is everything. What made up this planet was not material objects or creatures that were meant to feed other creatures, it was made up of Life, just as it was made up of Death. These two things could not live without the other, could not function on a daily basis without one running out of the other. Life pushed Death into existence and Death pushed Life into existence because without Death, the world would be overpopulated and without Life, Death could not be possible.

    But between all of that, there existed another world, a place where the dead could continue living on without actually living on. They roamed this dimension, as deep and dark and dangerous as the world they roamed was, and lived until they had to truly live again. It was not a horrid place as one may think; it did not have monsters or eternal torment, and it did not have endless cold or endless heat. This world was just as perfect as the living world; in fact, it could have easily been mistaken as a replicate of our world, but it wasn’t. The Underworld had subtle differences between ours and nonexistence, where some things existed there, but didn’t exist in either other worlds. Yet, it was a beautiful place, nonetheless, a land of wanton creatures, but also a land of mystery and peace like no other. And here, this place was ruled, ruled by many, but ruled by one; many who claimed to be the ruler, but never could desire to reach Her depth of power.

    News would quickly reach Her ears of these mysterious portals appearing all across Her land with no real evidence as to why. She would watch from Her window and stare blankly into the wasteland of which She resided in, watching and waiting for one to appear. Never would one come to Her, though; the portals a complete mystery as to why they were appearing in Her land to drop of individuals. These individuals, they didn’t belong in Her domain, yet here the portals were bringing them to Her, like they wanted these people to be Hers. The Queen, She would leave Her castle and wander into the wasteland, roaming the empty fields and searching for an answer to Her questions. Neither would any of these questions be answered, not even by the spirits that roamed the Underworld and watched these portals appear. Each person that was dropped off? It wasn’t their body, it wasn’t their spirit, but it was their soul that was left there alone.

    For souls to have entered Her world, they had to fight their own monsters and learn just what it meant to come to an end. They were never truly alone, for She would always be with them, watching and waiting as each soul came and went about their cycles. But these souls that entered now, they were different; they were still alive, as though where they had come from had not truly died. They had not fought their monsters, but had looked deep into the abyss and fell too far staring into the emptiness that followed. And it shalt be learned that he who fights monsters must be careful, lest he thereby become a monster, and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. It is these spirits who are not ready, yet they have come down into the abyss and wander Her land, taking up space that is precious. For what reason was it that these souls fell down to the Underworld? Why come to a place of Her domain and wander so. . . aimlessly?

    Marceline looked to the blue skies of her world, shielding her reddened irises from the blazing sun that beat down upon her. The Mistress was a peculiar one to begin with, dressed strangely in attire that looked too old to be currently up to date with fashions. Her hair was done-up in a messy bun, tied together with a ribbon that hung down the left side of her head and entangled into more hair that lay flat to her back. She held odd markings across her neck and what bare skin was visible on her chest, stained into her skin like permanent artwork. Why, who was intruding upon her land? Entering her domain without her permission and for no given reason she could think of? A frown crossed over her lips and she looked away from the sky, down to the burning sands beneath her feet before she began to walk. Simply walk, hoping to run across a portal that would open up and give her ideas as to what was going on with them.

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    Post by Guest 30th April 2017, 2:50 pm

    Izayuki Hyoujin ♦ Black Rose ♦ S Rank

    Together, they were would receive their first charge from the two gods who brought them into existence. And only together, would Izanagi and Izanami create the first lands.
    Their elder gods and creators would bestow upon them a gift- a spear decorated with the most dazzling of jewels. The gemstones were of many various hues, all almost being the first of their kind. What would later inspire amethyst, diamond, beryl and emerald, opal, sapphire, ruby, aquamarine, zircon, topaz, garnet, quartz, and more adorned the weapon that had been given to the two young deities, who were taking in their very first breaths of life.

    The spear was named Amenonuboko, the ‘heavenly jeweled spear’. Izanagi, the man dressed in a fine, silk, masculine kimono took the spear and held it tightly. They were summoned into existence in order to be charged with the creation of the land. The heavenly spear was anything but normal, and before too much time passed, the two new deities approached a place known as Ame no Ukihashi, the floating bridge of heaven. The ‘bridge’ was laced with clouds, which reflected the sun of the rich dawn.

    Taking the naginata, the gift from the elder gods, Izanagi struck the water and began to churn the seas. The oceans were stirred in vast proportions, and as he pulled the jeweled spear from the water, the salty droplets began to fall from the tip of the blade back into the ocean. Below the bridge, those drops of ocean water mystically began to form new land. Onogoroshima was what they named it, or Onokoro Island. It was the ‘self forming island’, and the place where the god and goddess of creation would descend from the bridge of heaven, and make their new home.

    Time passed, and the two grew close. Eventually, as the elders expected, the two wished to be married. After building a magnificent and magical palace, Yahiro Dono, a marriage ceremony was condoned and held at the pillar, Ame no Mihashira, the Pillar of Heaven. However, all did not go so smoothly, as Izanami was the first to speak, which broke tradition. Izanagi chose to ignore it, and the marriage ceremony was completed. After many months, two children were birthed, Hiruko, also known as Ebisu, and Awashima, but arrived in the heavens and earth deformed. Because of this, they were considered demons, not gods.

    It was the curse of breaking tradition during the marriage ceremony, with Izanami speaking first. The two held another marriage ceremony, going around the Pillar of Heaven once again, with Izanagi speaking first. After the tradition was mended, the two were blessed with many children; most notably the Ouyashima, the Great Islands: Awaji, Iyo, Ogi, Tsukushi, Iki, Tsushima, Sado, and Yamato. More children came along after the Ouyashima chain, however, and Izanami finally gave birth to Kagutsuchi, the incarnation of fire. Upon giving birth, the flames from Kagutsuchi were enough to burn and kill off the deity, while leaving her husband infuriated with his grief.

    Izanagi released his anger as the newborn incarnation of fire felt the full wrath from the god of creation. With his sword, Abe no Ohabari, he beheaded Kagutsuchi. The blood to drip off of his blade, infused with the power of the late Izanami, created two children- Kuraokami, the god of rain and the weather, and the sea god Watatsumi.


    Delicate hands traced the words on the scroll, written in clear and fine calligraphy. All Kanji, nothing her young helper would be able to read. This was not for future lessons for her students, however. Fine, pursed lips smiled gracefully as her dim red eyes narrowed at the last sentence. Only two children from the blood of the incarnation of fire?

    She eyed the other scrolls resting next to the open one. The woman had extremely long hair, going well beyond her waist, that was pitch black in color, matching the hue of shiny, well polished, obsidian. She wore duller-hued garments, contrasting from what she typically fancied. A dark blood red kimono, with patterns of abstract and intricate designs. Lining the impressionist shapes were silver threads, faded and no longer shiny and metallic. The obi she wore was black in color, and the ribbon remained tied behind her as neatly as ever. More tales of the history of realm she roamed, volumes to follow after she finished the first one. Omitted from the records were the words of her own birth, which amused the refined Enenra.

    The final traces of smoke that Kagutsuchi gave off as he died remained in the world, powered by his divine heritage. He was a direct descendent of the deities of creation, Izanagi and Izanami, after all. The smoke eventually developed a will of its own, becoming self-aware, and refusing to dissipate into the atmosphere. When noticed by others, deities and mortals alike, the smoke was described to be like lightweight fabric. However, only those that were pure of heart could actually make out the form of the divinely-born smoke. The being began to be known among the rumors as ‘Enenra’, or 煙々羅. The Lightweight-Fabric Smoke.

    It was her own birth, and one that the historic record of the creation failed to acknowledge. Not that Kemuira minded too much. To her, it was merely an amusing idea to contemplate. Reading the chronicle scroll brought about another thought, however; about the young tanuki to have visited her recently. The only reason the Enenra Youkai had agreed to help was because of the debt she owed to Rika Riyoshi, a noble among Ayakashi, and the mother of the one she had been asked to assist.

    The Enenra had recognized the soul of the Bakedanuki. A youkai soul? No. A human soul? Definitely not. The soul was akin to her own nature, and upon that recognition, Kemuira had turned to her studies of the creation chronicles. It was very much a thing that intrigued her, and a thought that remained in the back of her mind, yet to be put to rest. Opening the scroll further, the smoke mononoke continued her reading and research, with the grim smile still maintained on her face.

    ~~~

    The world of Yomi made its way closer, breaking the folds in space and time as it sought its quarry. The underworld loomed close by, ready to force the tanuki to fall into its darkest depths. She, too, would be finished off.

    The silver-furred tanuki instantly noticed the scent of the young girl, as well as the presence of the Black Rose guildmark. As she heard the formal version of her name called, the small raccoon dog prepared to leap down from the tree to approach her youthful guildmate. Delicately, Izayuki lowered her body close to her paws, and drew up the energy to take a flying leap from the thick tree branch to the ground next to Charlotte.

    Her fun in the flying leap was short-lived, however, as the most unexpected thing took place before her rosy eyes. Out of where she chose to land, darkness engulfed the vicinity, opening up a rift in the space itself as the blackness loomed out from the ground. It threatened to swallow her whole, and unable to react in time, the Ayakashi felt herself falling into the deep, dark void.

    Darkness ensued; one that the Wizard Saint was unable to fight.


    Location;; From Earthland to Yomi!
    Muse;; 2/10 ;-;
    Word Count;; 1227
    OOC;;
    I may come back and add some plot development to this post that doesn't include any interaction. Sorry there is not much to go off of here.

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