Kukulcan
NPC
God was a giant blood-thirsty sky snake.
Posts: 8
Full Name: Kukulcan
Species: Deity
Gender: Undefined
Homeworld: The Dream World
Height: Undefined
Weight: Undefined
OOC Name: The Staff
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Post by Kukulcan on Apr 12, 2014 13:13:48 GMT
The snake’s tail lashed from side to side, spraying sand and knocking weapons across the floor. The tail slapped at Kusanagi as she lifted into the air, missing only by a few feet. As for Shiv, he cared little. She could bleed to death and die there. He would reincarnate her and place her elsewhere in this world. If anything, the tip of his feathered tail flicked at her mangled body as he filled the Arena with his hundred swarming coils.
All of its attention had focused on Kusanagi, and now the God was murderous with rage, blood or no blood. He’d been disrespected. Anger or not, the God smiled and shook with laughter.
“WHAT A WARRIOR,” he said, voice now dripping with a sarcasm that was positively venomous. Pun intended. “WHAT A PROUD, NOBLE WARRIOR. YOU HAVE KILLED A CHILD, MY PROUD LITTLE WIND FOX. YOU HAVE PLEASED ME WITH YOUR DISPLAY OF WARRIOR SKILL!”
His head hovered right before Kusanagi now, yellow eyes fixed on her.
“IF YOU DID NOT KILL THE CHILD IN ORDER TO PLEASE ME, WHY HAVE YOU KILLED THE CHILD?” he asked, his tongue flicking out toward her. He shook his red plumage, rearing into the air higher in front of her. “IN YOUR WORLD, YOU ARE THE WIND, FOX. HERE, I AM THE WIND. I AM THE WIND AND THE RAIN AND THE SUN AND THE MOON AND ALL THAT IS. YOU CANNOT CUT ME.”
The Arena rumbled and Kukulcan blew a heavy breath.
“I WILL TELL YOU WHAT ELSE I AM. I AM ALSO FIRE, KUSANAGI-NO-TSURUGI, AND YOUR COMING DEATH. THERE IS TO BE NO VICTOR HERE.”
With that, he opened his mouth and belched a stream of flame.
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Kusanagi
Accepted Character
(...perhaps...I can live longer this time...should I even bother?...so tired...)
Posts: 35
Full Name: "Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi"
Species: Shinto Yokai (Avatar class): Kitsune
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Alternate universe of Earth. "Yggdrasil"
Height: 144cm (4'8.7'')
Weight: 35kg (77.2 lbs)
OOC Name: Schro
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Post by Kusanagi on Apr 13, 2014 2:52:52 GMT
Kusanagi skid to a stop in the sand several feet passed Shiv, cursing to herself. Her blade had met her target, but not her mark. Shiv lived still, and now suffering. I can still end this, she thought. I won't miss a second time.
The next thing she knew, coils were beginning to fill the arena. "Tch, more interfering?" She turned around to see the god flicking at Shiv with its tail as if she were but a toy, laughing. "Don't you touch her!" she snapped. She was met with the head of the snake as it spoke to her in a condescending tone that made her blood boil. He mocked her, gloated before her, belittled her very being. Her glaring eyes were daggers staring back into his, her fingers remained gnarled, as she considered lashing out at that tongue if it flicked at her again, or perhaps otherwise the tail prodding the fallen girl.
She smelled the flames before they were spat at her. She did not move from her spot, however. She didn't even flinch. She was the wind in her world, and she was the wind here as well!
"Unsheath!" She leapt into the air once more, toward the snake head. In a single, fluid, downward swing of her arm, the air blade swirled into an uproar once more, blowing into the flames and redirecting them down into the sand, cooking a portion of it into a platform of glass and propelled herself over the stream. In a somersaulting flight, she first landed upon the nose of the giant snake, then kicked off of it, tossing a second razor gust toward his eye.
She back-flipped a good distance from the head, landing a couple feet beside Shiv. She was crouched down, legs spread wide apart and one arm supporting her from the front in the sand, with one free arm to the side, claws glistening and wind swirling angrily. The kitsune girl uttered a low snarl and bared her teeth. She very much resembled a vicious fox.
She couldn't tell if Shiv was alive. As much as she wanted to make sure her suffering had ended, she couldn't afford to give her much attention now. "'Why?'" she qouted the god. "You, who forced one who could not hope to fight for herself into a place of bloodshed, asks me, 'why?!' I wanted it to be quick. I wanted it to be painless for her. Even though she wasn't ready for the truth of your farce of a world, I wouldn't be able to rest peacefully if I had any doubt that the next opponent you forced upon her would show any patience, any amount of compassion, any form of mercy as a swift death that she would have remembered fleetly as a horrible nightmare. You interfered with that. But I won't divert the blame for her demise to you. I won't waste my breath to even claim to be justified in any eyes spare my own. It was by my blade that she was slain. Swift or no, I am the one who will bear the responsibility for her blood. That is my answer to you, snake!"
And so she waited, ears and eyes sharp for the gods movements, waiting for the gods response. If he truly desired to fight her, she would fight back with every once of her rage. She would not cower before him any more than she would any other god.
Forgive me, young one, she thought, unsure if she had the chance to make any difference in Shiv's fate any longer. If it can amend what I have done when you awake, hate me as much as you can muster for all eternity.
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Shiv
Accepted Character
Tiny Monkey Panic Hour
Posts: 26 
Full Name: Shivers-In-The-Breeze
Species: Apple Nomad
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Ruute
Height: 2'8"
Weight: 20lb-ish
OOC Name: acorncap
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Post by Shiv on Apr 15, 2014 12:16:05 GMT
If Shiv had been there, she might have felt the heated air singe the edge of her fur.
If Shiv had been there, she might have listened with some curiosity to the debate of morality that followed her attack.
If Shiv had been there, she might have interjected her own claim to windkind- after all was not a living being essentially a soul? And what were souls but wind entrapped for a few brief years before continuing their endless journeys? It was nothing special to be the wind incarnate- everyone was. That's just How Things Were.
And if Shiv had been home, her final, struggling breath would have been released to those winds, free again to wander until she became someone else. Someone bigger, maybe. Maybe someone less trusting of others. Maybe someone with a stronger interest in combat. She might make better choices, next time she was born.
But Shiv was elsewhere, her little soul being recycled through the same, new body rebuilt. Now, she was gasping for breath somewhere dark, and cold, and she could hear something large moving nearby. She was learning that the last thing to go was her hearing. She wished it was the first, because she didn't want to hear this thing coming closer, not when she couldn't even see the glowing mushrooms anymore. Before that, she'd been flopped over a glass case, blood dribbling down, blocking the view of sparkling glass blobs and smooth, shining hoops. Before that, she'd been staining the shallow waters red as she sank into the mud beneath it (There was still water in her lungs.). She lasted a little longer each time. Bled a little less. Breathed a little more evenly. It was its own journey- brutal, short flashes of places she hardly got to know before she left them.
The sound faded. What was left of Shiv braced herself for the electric shock of revival. She exhaled.
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Kukulcan
NPC
God was a giant blood-thirsty sky snake.
Posts: 8
Full Name: Kukulcan
Species: Deity
Gender: Undefined
Homeworld: The Dream World
Height: Undefined
Weight: Undefined
OOC Name: The Staff
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Post by Kukulcan on Apr 17, 2014 14:56:03 GMT
The scales gave way to the gust of sharp wind. It opened a gash across the snake’s eye, a gash that did not spray blood or bleed. Kukulcan did not even flinch. Something inside the gash moved, swirling and writhing in flesh that didn’t seem to quite be flesh. Before much of a good look into the wound could be had, the spot began to knit itself together as quickly as it had appeared.
“ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT A GOD?” he boomed, coils bashing against the sides of the Arena and producing loud cracking noises. Smoke was billowing from his nostrils, an after effect of the jet of flame. “GODS DO NOT BLEED, FOX. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER. BUT THIS IS MY WORLD, AND YOU BLEED HERE.”
Razor wind cuts into Kusanagi’s face, drawing a jagged mark up her face the same place the God had been “injured” moments before. The snake smirked.
“THE CHILD WILL DIE ONE HUNDRED DEATHS BECAUSE OF YOU,” he said. “YOU WILL DIE ONE HUNDRED DEATHS BECAUSE OF ME.”
His coils were circling around Kusanagi, building into a wall of muscled scaley hide. The only way out was up, and up was into the fangs of Kukulcan.
The God winds the end of his feathered tail around her body.
“HOW DO YOU WANT TO DIE THIS TIME?”
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