Post by Xyex on Jun 27, 2004 3:16:26 GMT -5
Yeah, you read that right. I just want to know what you guys think of this. The story will tell the tale of a war of the gods and it's effects on the rest of the world. Anyway, here's the prologue:
Akira stood with his arms clasped behind his back under the billowing black cape he wore. The wind was chilly and powerful as it whipped through his hair, ruffled his clothes, and flapped his cape out almost straight behind him. His hidden hands were covered by gloves of black made from an unknown material. A skin tight blood red body suit covered his body. It was almost plain in appearance, save for an odd white symbol upon the front reminiscent of a Kanji symbol but belonging to no known Human language. Another gust of wind whipped pass him colder than the rest. He didn’t mind though, it kept his long silver hair of his face.
His orange eyes gazed intently down at the lands about him. From atop the Central Spire of his compound he could see it’s entirety, from one wall to another. A series of yells reached his powerful ears and he redirected his eyes toward their source. He couldn’t see anything at first but focusing on the area brought the cause into vision. He smirked lightly. Hotaru and Sango were fighting each other again. These little spats of theirs always proved entertaining... even if the girls did end up in the infirmary for a few days afterward.
Both girls were in their combat outfits. Sango was wearing a pair of black leather boots that ended just below her knees and steel guards over her knees. Her upper body was far more scantly clad than that. A simple leather thong that covered little was followed by an expanse of her tan skin up to an equally small, and strapless, leather top. The outfit was obviously meant for flexibility more than protection. Her arms were bare but a small chain wrapped about her neck to which was attached a small pendant that bore the same symbol as that upon Akira's chest. Her waist length dark blue hair was in a ponytail that swayed back and forth as she moved almost like a tail.
Hotaru's combat gear was of a much different veriaty than that of Sango's. Her feet and legs were compeletely bare and she wore a short tiger skin skirt. Her milky white skin was all that lay between her top which was also tiger skin with a single strap over her left shoulder. She also wore a tight wrap of tiger skin from her wrist to her elbow covering the entirety of her forearms. She wore no necklace but had a band of light blue metal passing beneath her hair and across her forehead. Her hair was a fire red and shoulder length.
There was a loud cheer from those watching the two scantly clad girls fighting. Sango had just slammed her heel into Hotaru’s jaw with a loud crack. Now the red haired woman had blood rolling down her chin and dripping on to the dirt beneath her feet. With a feral growl Hotaru swung her fist savagely at her dark blue haired opponent. Sango ducked down under the punch and brought her right fist up into Hotaru’s stomach with a smack. The blow lifted Hotaru a few inches off her feet as blood and spittle came from her mouth and speckled across Sango’s face before she fell to the ground in a heap.
Up on the Central Spire Akira shifted his position and crossed his arms in front of him frowning. Hotaru was fighting sloppily, like she’d never fought before. That seriously irked him. She was one of his best Hunters. Granted, Sango was skilled, but she shouldn’t be doing this well. Akira could sense it from where he stood, Hotaru had yet to land a blow of her own. Slowly his feet lifted off from the stone floor beneath him as he floated into the air. Silently and slowly he moved down toward the continuing fight.
Hotaru held her stomach with one hand as she pulled herself shakily to her feet. “Bitch!” she spat as she finally got up. “I’m going to turn you inside out!” She clenched her fists and they began to glow a fierce red. Then she began to swing her now glowing fists madly in attempt to land a savegly blow to the other but Sango weaved around the attempted blows, though with some difficulty. A moment later Sango felt her back press up against one of the compound’s stone walls. For a moment she panicked as another glowing fist came in for her head.
At the last second she broke out of her trance and slipped to the right. Hotaru’s fist smacked into the wall with an explosive crash and spark of flame as cracks snaked their way out along the wall from her fist in every direction. In a split second decision Sango brought her leg up slamming her steel covered knee into Hotaru’s thinly covered chest knocking the wind from her again. Sango pulled back her right fist and swung with all her might smashing it into Hotaru’s face with a crack and knocking the woman off her feet and onto her ass with a thud.
“Chill out damn you.” Sango said panting. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”<br>
“Fuck... you!” Hotaru panted as she rolled over onto her stomach and began to climb to her feet.
Sango snorted and moved beside the downed woman. She landed a swift kick to Hotaru’s abdomen lifting her off the ground causing her to spit up more blood. She slumped back down to the ground holding her stomach and growling. More cheers arose from the gathered crowd.
“That’s enough of that.” Akira said with a hint of anger in his voice. The crowd turned and saw him floating several inches above the ground. As soon as they realized who had spoken they all quickly went down to one knee. Sango merely crossed her arms over her chest and bowered her head for a moment before relaxing again. Akira cast a glance down at Hotaru and could see the anger and shame in her eyes. She was angry at herself for being beaten so badly and ashamed because Akira had seen the way she’d lost control.
“So, what was it about this time?” Akira asked. Sango had walked over to one of the kneeling robed people and ripped a section of cloth from their robe and was using it to wipe the sweat off of her. Hotaru was still holding her stomach but was once again trying to stand.
Akira stood with his arms clasped behind his back under the billowing black cape he wore. The wind was chilly and powerful as it whipped through his hair, ruffled his clothes, and flapped his cape out almost straight behind him. His hidden hands were covered by gloves of black made from an unknown material. A skin tight blood red body suit covered his body. It was almost plain in appearance, save for an odd white symbol upon the front reminiscent of a Kanji symbol but belonging to no known Human language. Another gust of wind whipped pass him colder than the rest. He didn’t mind though, it kept his long silver hair of his face.
His orange eyes gazed intently down at the lands about him. From atop the Central Spire of his compound he could see it’s entirety, from one wall to another. A series of yells reached his powerful ears and he redirected his eyes toward their source. He couldn’t see anything at first but focusing on the area brought the cause into vision. He smirked lightly. Hotaru and Sango were fighting each other again. These little spats of theirs always proved entertaining... even if the girls did end up in the infirmary for a few days afterward.
Both girls were in their combat outfits. Sango was wearing a pair of black leather boots that ended just below her knees and steel guards over her knees. Her upper body was far more scantly clad than that. A simple leather thong that covered little was followed by an expanse of her tan skin up to an equally small, and strapless, leather top. The outfit was obviously meant for flexibility more than protection. Her arms were bare but a small chain wrapped about her neck to which was attached a small pendant that bore the same symbol as that upon Akira's chest. Her waist length dark blue hair was in a ponytail that swayed back and forth as she moved almost like a tail.
Hotaru's combat gear was of a much different veriaty than that of Sango's. Her feet and legs were compeletely bare and she wore a short tiger skin skirt. Her milky white skin was all that lay between her top which was also tiger skin with a single strap over her left shoulder. She also wore a tight wrap of tiger skin from her wrist to her elbow covering the entirety of her forearms. She wore no necklace but had a band of light blue metal passing beneath her hair and across her forehead. Her hair was a fire red and shoulder length.
There was a loud cheer from those watching the two scantly clad girls fighting. Sango had just slammed her heel into Hotaru’s jaw with a loud crack. Now the red haired woman had blood rolling down her chin and dripping on to the dirt beneath her feet. With a feral growl Hotaru swung her fist savagely at her dark blue haired opponent. Sango ducked down under the punch and brought her right fist up into Hotaru’s stomach with a smack. The blow lifted Hotaru a few inches off her feet as blood and spittle came from her mouth and speckled across Sango’s face before she fell to the ground in a heap.
Up on the Central Spire Akira shifted his position and crossed his arms in front of him frowning. Hotaru was fighting sloppily, like she’d never fought before. That seriously irked him. She was one of his best Hunters. Granted, Sango was skilled, but she shouldn’t be doing this well. Akira could sense it from where he stood, Hotaru had yet to land a blow of her own. Slowly his feet lifted off from the stone floor beneath him as he floated into the air. Silently and slowly he moved down toward the continuing fight.
Hotaru held her stomach with one hand as she pulled herself shakily to her feet. “Bitch!” she spat as she finally got up. “I’m going to turn you inside out!” She clenched her fists and they began to glow a fierce red. Then she began to swing her now glowing fists madly in attempt to land a savegly blow to the other but Sango weaved around the attempted blows, though with some difficulty. A moment later Sango felt her back press up against one of the compound’s stone walls. For a moment she panicked as another glowing fist came in for her head.
At the last second she broke out of her trance and slipped to the right. Hotaru’s fist smacked into the wall with an explosive crash and spark of flame as cracks snaked their way out along the wall from her fist in every direction. In a split second decision Sango brought her leg up slamming her steel covered knee into Hotaru’s thinly covered chest knocking the wind from her again. Sango pulled back her right fist and swung with all her might smashing it into Hotaru’s face with a crack and knocking the woman off her feet and onto her ass with a thud.
“Chill out damn you.” Sango said panting. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”<br>
“Fuck... you!” Hotaru panted as she rolled over onto her stomach and began to climb to her feet.
Sango snorted and moved beside the downed woman. She landed a swift kick to Hotaru’s abdomen lifting her off the ground causing her to spit up more blood. She slumped back down to the ground holding her stomach and growling. More cheers arose from the gathered crowd.
“That’s enough of that.” Akira said with a hint of anger in his voice. The crowd turned and saw him floating several inches above the ground. As soon as they realized who had spoken they all quickly went down to one knee. Sango merely crossed her arms over her chest and bowered her head for a moment before relaxing again. Akira cast a glance down at Hotaru and could see the anger and shame in her eyes. She was angry at herself for being beaten so badly and ashamed because Akira had seen the way she’d lost control.
“So, what was it about this time?” Akira asked. Sango had walked over to one of the kneeling robed people and ripped a section of cloth from their robe and was using it to wipe the sweat off of her. Hotaru was still holding her stomach but was once again trying to stand.
