Post by Kenshin Yuudai on Feb 6, 2009 18:02:45 GMT -6
The soft crisp air was full of the scent of blood as the breeze blew around it seemed as if the scent got stronger and stronger each and every time that the breeze blew around. There was a figure in the shadows his blade seemed to be freshly cleaned and it seemed to be slightly tainted with blood though almost rusting. The figure had two blades on his left hip but one the one he was using right now seemed to be a old dull blade that he used to kill his enemies with at there last final second. The figure walked over to one of the bodies that was still moving around just a little bit.
A light shined upon the figure revealing a cold looking person that seemed extremely dark. The person had what seemed to be white almost gray iris's. The person seemed to have white hair that was messy and about as long as around his ear if it wasn't messy. His face and figure seemed to be proportionate figure to it and his neck seemed to be long and slender. Also having almost what seemed like black clothes on a over coat and black undershirt. Also having long black jeans that seemed pretty tight on him.
"Please i beg of you, don't kill me." The man that was crawling on the ground with many cut wounds in him seeming like hundreds. The man was than cut in seconds and now had many more scars all over his body the man seemed to be dieing very slowly. The man seemed to turn around toward this dark figure. "Please, just end my life, i don't want to suffer anymore than i already am." The man on the ground struggled to say, his voice even sounded as if he was slowly dieing.
"I will grant you your wish now, move on to the afterlife." The figure's dark cold voice spoke, it sounded almost like death itself was in his voice. The figure than dropped the sword that was in his hand as it impaled itself into the ground. " Mei Doragon Houmen, Astarot." The figure said and as his swords seemed to change without him even drawing it out they seemed much longer than before and were now in his hands as now one was in the sheathe.
"You will now die by the hand of Kuro-Mikoto." The figure said as it seemed as if his reaitsu was built up so much that it seemed to reveal behind him a physical manifestation of a giant black dragon the size of a school bus. "Astarot, taste his blood." Kuro-Mikoto said as he swung down one of his sword seeming to stab it straight into the man that was struggling between life and death and got him right through the heart.
Kuro resheathed both of his swords and than put one blade on top of the other it changing right back into the form it had one before and than attaching it to the back of his belt.
A light shined upon the figure revealing a cold looking person that seemed extremely dark. The person had what seemed to be white almost gray iris's. The person seemed to have white hair that was messy and about as long as around his ear if it wasn't messy. His face and figure seemed to be proportionate figure to it and his neck seemed to be long and slender. Also having almost what seemed like black clothes on a over coat and black undershirt. Also having long black jeans that seemed pretty tight on him.
"Please i beg of you, don't kill me." The man that was crawling on the ground with many cut wounds in him seeming like hundreds. The man was than cut in seconds and now had many more scars all over his body the man seemed to be dieing very slowly. The man seemed to turn around toward this dark figure. "Please, just end my life, i don't want to suffer anymore than i already am." The man on the ground struggled to say, his voice even sounded as if he was slowly dieing.
"I will grant you your wish now, move on to the afterlife." The figure's dark cold voice spoke, it sounded almost like death itself was in his voice. The figure than dropped the sword that was in his hand as it impaled itself into the ground. " Mei Doragon Houmen, Astarot." The figure said and as his swords seemed to change without him even drawing it out they seemed much longer than before and were now in his hands as now one was in the sheathe.
"You will now die by the hand of Kuro-Mikoto." The figure said as it seemed as if his reaitsu was built up so much that it seemed to reveal behind him a physical manifestation of a giant black dragon the size of a school bus. "Astarot, taste his blood." Kuro-Mikoto said as he swung down one of his sword seeming to stab it straight into the man that was struggling between life and death and got him right through the heart.
Kuro resheathed both of his swords and than put one blade on top of the other it changing right back into the form it had one before and than attaching it to the back of his belt.
