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Sat May 04, 2013 8:06 am
= R Y O I C H I K A L L E N = Step.. The sound of a man's footsteps. Two trees fell, it was sliced into four pieces, before a male had sheathed his Zanpakutō back to its original position. The man had a pair of eyes, dark-colored at the left, and silver-colored at the right. A set of black-colored clothes, including his shirt and coat. The male also had a pure, white hair that brushed down, covering his upper head. What is noticeable is his pair of bracelets that are locked against his wrists, with a visible button on both of them. Letting out a soft sigh before adjusting the position of his legs and stands firmly with a small gap between his legs. The white-haired man was Ryoichi Kallen, the 4th seat from the Squad 2 in Gotei 13. To explain why he was in the forest, he had nothing to do in the Squad 2 barracks, and decided to take a small 'walk' within the forest, which ends up as a training area for him to cut down the trees. Although he wasn't that tired, he decides to remove both of his Zanpakutō off from his waist, and places them aside from him. Lying down against the grass, he crossed his legs and glared up beneath the clouds that is floating up in the sky before him. To prevent the sun from burning his body into a roasted 'chicken', he placed his hand against the grass, sending energy pulses towards the shadows from the trees, as the shadows would suddenly move, solifying itself above him and blocking the sunlight's ray from shining upon his eyes that could eventually blind him for several seconds. Letting out a sigh before closing the gap between his eyes, slowly falling asleep when the breeze went through Ryoichi. The silence in the nature was good, just ever since 'that incident' happened, he never had peace and quiet, but he could take his current opportunity to take a nap, while setting his twin zanpakutos aside. Nothing bad will happen, won't it? |
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Re: : : Blades That Clashes : :
Sat May 04, 2013 10:28 am
Artist: SK Dubstep - Song: Samurai Battle - Word Count: 774
Ah the forest, such a peaceful and beautiful place. Birds could be heard singing, the odd screech of an owl sounding out. All around the forest of Karakura life was thriving. Animal's went about their habits, watching their young, foraging, etc. But somewhere else in the forest things were different. Nearest the outer edges something seemed different, birds were silent, the wildlife fleeing from the general area. What could possible spark such fear in the animals that they'd flee from a large section of the woods?
A blue bird flew through the woods, trying to get away from the tainted aura beginning to flood the woods. The bird flew as fast as it's little wings would take it, soon passing over the cause of the wildlife's fear. A lone man walked through the woods. From its position in the sky the bird could make out the crimson locks of the man's hair, and even the man's insanity filled golden eyes. The bird's flight grew quicker, the aura around the man becoming suffocating as his Reiatsu began to reach out around him. The lone bird was quickly caught in the rising pressure caused by the man, its small form unable to handle the stress the bird fell from the sky, dead.
Snap...
A thick branch snapping resounded through the seemingly empty section of woods as Horus, the Shinku Nikuya stepped across a large fallen tree. Crimson hair taken back slightly in the wind, uncovering previously hidden eyes. The golden orbs peered out into the forest, seeming to pierce the tree's and air itself. The Vizard could feel something else in the woods with him, something that was not the wildlife that belonged. Walking off into the woods Horus began to make way towards the faint signature he could feel.
Once again the wildlife began to flee from the path of the Vizard. There was just something to do with the Vizard or his Reiatsu that the creatures feared. Perhaps it was the insanity within him, who knew. The sun broke through the leaves, causing the black of Horus's clothing to shine slightly. Steadily growing bored Horus reached into one of his pockets, drawing a bag of jawbreakers from within. Reaching into the bag the Vizard popped one of the candies into his mouth with a smile.
Crash/Thud...
The sound of a heavy weight hitting the forest floor resounded throughout the area. The sound itself catching Horus's attention he headed off in its direction, not yet realizing he was also heading towards the faint signature he had picked up. The Vizard walked calmly through the woods, reaching his destination after a good few minutes of walking.
Entering the area the first thing Horus noticed was the male laying in the grass. Immediately Horus knew the man was a Shinigami, the black clothing, and Zanpakutō quite hard to miss. The white of the man's hair briefly caught Horus's attention, the white simply seemed so.. empty.. like a void. Looking the other male over further Horus noticed the bracelets locked around his wrists, but that was not what not caught his attention.
Something black was hanging in the air above the man. Whatever it was appeared as black as the shadows themselves, of course Horus didn't know they were indeed the shadows themselves. Looking to the man's Zanpakutō Horus felt a slight joy at knowing someone else also had a dual set like himself. Moving across the area Horus made to seat himself across the area, leaning against a tree of his own.
If the other male spotted him there wouldn't be much too notice. Horus's dual Zanpakutō was sheathed in his military grade boots, the hilts of them just barley visible. The Vizard simply wore a pair of loose black jeans which were tucked into his boots, Horus also wore his usual black jacket that seemed to resemble leather of some sort, along the jackets collar was the same white fur that was on all of his shirts/coats/etc. The open front of the jacket and lack of a shirt revealing the most prominent scar the Vizard possessed. The thin and barely visible scar could easily be made out to be a circle, how it was formed only Horus knew.
Reaching into his pocket again Horus tossed another jawbreaker into his mouth, before tossing one across the way to the resting male. As he did so Horus would speak up, simply stating, "Nice day isn't it?" If the other male didn't look up, he would miss the insane gleam in Horus's eyes as he spoke, a gleam that spoke of a quite day possibly ending.
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