Do you FEAR me?

Thu Jun 12, 2014 9:09 pm

As the glimmering orb of light began its languid descent, a nearly oppressive silence would fall upon the forested area. Shadows, like the specters of stalwart protectors, lengthened in response to the fading night. The only movement in this forested land belonged to the panicked prey, preparing for the night. It was time for the beasts of the day to hide from the world... and time for the monsters that called night their home to rise. Yet tonight there was a monster unlike any this land had ever known. For this monstrous creature wore the skin of humanity as his deception. This was not a wolf in sheep's clothing. This was a demon in the guise of a wolf, unrelenting in its pursuit of its prey. Yet just as the last remnants of light graced skin of pale alabaster, the monster awakened with nary a start.

Long, feminine lashes fluttered, and, below, pale lids reluctantly slid open to reveal those crimson red irises that glittered in the dying light as if challenging the very sun in a battle of radiance. Short limbs of perfectly-formed sinew hangs lazily from the branch on which our predator finds himself as the rough bark of the tree digs into his bare, broad back. In utter silence, all except the whisper of a passing breeze that prompted his snow-white locks to bounce as it kissed his cheek, he watches the last vestiges of light stream through the thick foliage. Nostrils flare gently as the scent of a soon-dead campfire reaches his sensitive nose. Then, ever so gently, the softest of touches reaches the back of his left hand. In silence he bears this annoyance. He is but a part of the tree in which he resides.... until he strikes.

With a speed that the human world had come to envy, the creature's hands contort and turn as nimble fingers close around the source of his torment. Sharp nails break through the weak material, and he feels the flutter against his fingertips. Raising his hand slowly, languidly, he would lift the new prisoner to his argent gaze. What he found soon delighted him. A wonderful butterfly, vibrant in its beauty, rested in his grasp. Its wings pinned by his nails, the sad creature could but flutter in its bondage. Smiling gently, the demon would raise his other hand as his other hand adjusted its grip. Soon, a wing was held in each hand. Slowly, deliberately, the creature would pull at the wings of the butterfly until, with the sound of a dry leaf, the wings were torn from the creature. His amusement gone, the predator would drop the remnants of his toy away as he rose to a sitting position, his legs wrapping easily around the thick branch. Looking down upon his camp thirty feet below, the one known to this world as Capulet, Nikuyo would only scoff in annoyance.

This waiting had grown to annoy the blood prince in the days since he had made his decision. He yearned, no... Ached, to feel a life fading from existence by his hand.... But the time was not yet here. Slipping easily from his perch to fall through the air, the man would alight upon the ground with a gentle puff of dust as night finally descended.... and there he stood, his arms crossed in annoyance as he awaited an unlucky passer-byer, ready to enact punishment. Untrained human nature was not frank and innocent; it was full of the twists and defenses of an instinctive guile. It further tends to leave the self in disarray, without an orientation. And it risks remaining wastefully engaged in psychological sciamachy – a struggle with the shadows and demons that haunt the prey, the things that lead them to Nikuyo in the first place. That damned Blood Prince. Campfire sparks drifted in the meek zephyr, illuminating the make-shift pit stop before the true tales of this urban legend began.

Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:36 pm

Austin was walking threw the woods. He thought he could get some training out the way. Being a missing ninja was complicated. Living on your own if you get attacked you have to fight your way out of it to survive. Looking for food was the hardest but sense austin only had to use his nose to find food it was quite easy. But Austin was with his canine campanion Killer. Killer was a good dog but frustrated easy just like Austin. But the two made a great team. That is why they were in the woods to train together. Austin wanted killer to learn dynamic marking. Though it would be frustrating for them sense it was the woods who knew
What was out there. As Austin and killer walked through the woods only the shadows marked there path ahead of them. And as the dark grew nearer the quiter it got. Though the darkness was austins and killers best friend with austins smell they can track there enemy's in the dark and kill them with them not even knowing. But at the same time who knew what was out there.

Although they grew quite sharp. Always having a backup plan in case it got to rough. But as they walked they saw a awful sight. A demon of some short turning to a coyote or a wolf. But then Austin saw someone just stareing watching the wolf. Austin not knowing the the persons power just climbed up a tree with killer and watched.

Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:28 pm

" DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE! Upon your loyalty, your help is no longer needed homieeeeeee!" The teen would then close the man eyes and smirk. Standing with blood all over his clothing, he would turn to the sky to look at the full moon. the area he was at was full of tree and only one spot was spaced out with only a few bushes around. His currently destination did not meet up with the destination he should be at, though he ran into one of his dad old friends that he used to work with, but where was his loyalty? where is your respect? you SHALL DIE!! As the wind blew by, he would grab ahold of the man leg and drag him to a deserted area. Within only a few hours of being out there, Neikan would place his left hand on his face which made a bloody handprint. Though, the thirst could get pretty over powered. Taking off his shirt, he would clean the blood from off his face and arms. Dropping it to the ground, he would walk away from the scene. Reaching in his pocket, he would pull out a single cigarette. Once that was placed on his lips, he would find his way back to his backpack, opening it, Neikan grab his favorite grey shirt. Removing his cigarette from his lips, he drop it to the ground, placing on his shirt, once that was successful, he would pick the cigarette back up and place it back on his lips. Tossing his backpack on his shoulders, the teen would walk away for the right destination point. Under the speculations of something so bad that happened. But Neikan mind was blink, only thing he really thought of was becoming stronger. Perhaps enough power to gain the attentions of the others. The sound of his feet crushing the branches, and his right old boot that was kicking up the old grass with every step. Walking deep into this dark but at the same time lit up pretty well but it's not enough light but good enough. Due to the trees in the woods, it blocked fairly enough light. In fact, Neikan would have to turn up to the sky to make sure it wasn't dark at some point of times. Stepping by his tall yet a tree, this spot was spaced out none like the others, In fact, he would turn towards a sound of hearing something 'barking' Turning around, he this noise would attract his attention deeply. Rushing over to the area, he searched around, perhaps this was his goodnight meal? Standing behind another tree, he found himself looking dead straight at the log that stood what seems to be some type of animal and some dude that tried to be cool with it. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL THAT CAN CLIMB TREES BESIDES- Well, that wasn't the fact, nor an problem. But this indeed caught the teen attention. Picking up a rock heavy enough but then again small yet medium with a nice size to it, he would grip it. ~~Enough to do some damage, perhaps smash a few skulls here and there and watch the blood spill out like a bottle of water that was knocked over on a accident?~~

Right an excuse, but there was still pieces missing, but Neikan had no attentions on hurting anything just yet, though he was still wondering, and trying to collect a far good excuse. Just in case he decides to crush this boy head and laugh over his body. Due to where Neikan stood, he was approximately 35 meters away from the tree that the other unknown guy was standing on with a dog. due to their position. Neikan would continue to peek from behind the tree with a few bushes that was in front of him. From the looks of it, this gave him a great view, in fact, it'll be hard to see he was there or not. But from the looks of the way this guy was sitting on the log, he positioned himself on there as if someone else caught his attention. Due to the way he was leaning over and gripping onto the other side so he wouldn't fall. This was crazy?

Sun Jun 15, 2014 5:04 pm

The things he heard: the squish of moist soil beneath thick, green, unkempt blades of grass; the scream of a dying man in the night, these things were only audible to his ears, and those close enough to hear it. He awaited some rhetorical retort to break from the cackling fire before himself. There the man, the boy, the demon, the prince, the first, the best, the only stood before the dying embers of the once-mighty flame sputtering and twisting in the night as they provide the only illumination of the short, young blood sucker. His senses fell about the area, and, before he knew it a familiar, sweet, metallic scent reached his nostrils. Shadows linger upon his evolving features even as his eyes glimmer with an unearthly glow. In these moments, he was the Merciless Bloody Demon of Chigakure. The night breeze casts up a swirl of embers between the two shinobi as Nikuyo's muscles tense and release in preparation for what was to come. Lips so accustomed to bringing filth and degradation part to deliver a scathing retort, but in that moment they falter. Onward he stares, towards, but not upon the spectating mutts.... but beyond them, beyond the darkness, and beyond the thicket of greenery surrounding him. His mind whirls with thoughts, actions, and meaning. He sees all, and yet nothing.

A soft exhalation is the only warning one would receive as the predator's slender leg lifts from the dirt and casts forward in a deliberate kick. This move is slow, telegraphed, but his goal is hidden... until his boot-clad foot dips into the fire. There it hooks around a smoldering log, lifting the mass from the fire with ease and casting it towards his target with deliberate speed. Onward the log flies, hanging easily at eye level of the half-blind wolfboy. At that moment, as the inflamed inbound solid piece of kindle that the snow-haired had launched closed in the direction of the wolf boy, the young wolf would suddenly have his sight taken from him. Not only would the incoming firewood obstruct his vision enough to covering the ghost white-haired monsters frame, but the flame, the source of light that had forced the shadows away and made all figures within radius of it's light discernible, had been exhausted and extinguished, leaving only the paltry light of the heavens. been exhausted. Yet this is just a ruse, a distraction for the man's real goal. Even as the log hangs in the air, almost motionless due to his senses, he darts forward. His body leans forward as he sprints in the shadow of the log, his body low and his arms wide. All he needed was a deflection. A duck, and his plan would work. If the boy was foolish enough or too slow, then he would find the full weight of the Capulet slamming into his lower abdomen with his full weight before being forced painfully to the trunk of a tree, and the young Capulet expected success of himself more than the log, for who could match his speed in the dark of night? Who could manage to perfectly evade without the aid of their eyes? All of this, however, still held no relevance to the actual plan, for Austin, the young wolfboy, and his pup were of no importance to the Blood Prince. These actions would take place, if all went as planned, then the blood prince would disappear into the dark of night with speed that this world would soon come to envy.

His speed was only complimented by the dark which lessened the reactions of his prey. His prey?!? But, he had fed tonight, and the day before! So, why then? Why has the blood lust within submerged so spontaneously? It was the blood. After all... The thirst could be quite OVERPOWERING! Our predator did not falter, and anything within his path would be promptly hurled aside as he close in on the Uzumaki's position. There was no signal, from where you were. All attempts to call out to him. Life would soon be disturbed.

In one swift motion, soft, dainty fingers would wrap around the shirtless Uzumaki's throat before he could manage to wash the blood from his body, and, in a flash and unexpected presentation of tunnel vision, the Uzumaki would find himself pinned by his throat against a tree with sharp, elongated nails digging into the side of his throat. Nikuyo's forehead would be pressed against the bark of the tree with his pink lips hovering over the Uzumaki's right shoulder. Nikuyo's left hand was flat against bark of the tree as his lips parted to release nothing more than a long exhale into Nikuyo's ears. Sharp fangs extended to show the world exactly who they were dealing with, Nikuyo III Capulet, The Murderous Blood Prince, and he was thirsty indeed.

New Stats
Health: 45
Chakra: 75
Stamina: 35
Speed: 70
Strength: 50

Mon Jun 16, 2014 12:12 pm

Austin just stays in his tree.

Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:27 am

This time, so that it is documented I will repeat myself and I won't be so nice... Austin edit that shit. At least have some pride in your post damn it.

HOLY FUCK! A BONUS TIP:
Even though you may be able to make damage through your moves and battle tactics, acting like a boring invincible hero in-battle is absolute bullshit. Don't treat attacks with an excellent setup like garbage and attempt to come up with a contrived defensive maneuver. You take the fucking hit like a champ. Know your bitch ass skillsets before you point your dick to a fight, and be fucking realistic when you're dodging attacks. If your opponent is a motherfucking billion times stronger than you, don't even try dodging, just take the fucking hit. If that doesn't mean jack shit to you, then you're fucking retarded and shouldn't be zoning.

Thu Jun 19, 2014 5:20 pm

Maku had been wandering the boarders at night. He enjoyed his alone time, and this moonlight stroll was exactly what he needed to rejuvenate himself. Bathed in the glow of the moon, Maku walked through the forest with his hands in his pockets. Glancing side to side he opened his chakra sensing abilities, just keeping himself on guard so he wouldn't be snuck up upon.As he walked he picked up three different chakra signatures. Two were so weak he barely could even feel them, with only one being impressive.

As he picked up his pace, he started jogging towards the signatures. Perhaps this could be a valuable meeting. A missing ninja with some loot he could steal, or maybe a damsel in distress with interesting ways to pay him back..... Yea, it was worth a shot...maybe. Finally reaching them, he arrived at the same time that Nikuyo would have pinned Neiken to a tree, as long as that happened of course, Maku would be approx. 10 meters from them. Watching as the boy revealed fangs, that was an interesting turn. "So, whats happening here?" He said with his head tilted to the side. He had a big smile on his face, continuing to have the air of confidence he always portrayed. He appeared in a suit and tie with a scarf draped across his shoulders. The scepter looped through his belt, with his left hand resting upon it. His other hand was in his hair tousling it. Across his forehead, he wore a red sashed headband, with a gold metal plate the kanji of Crustacean was upon it. There for, one could not tell what village he was from, and only that he was committed to the crustacean summoning race.

This could be an interesting night. There was a weak person pinned to a tree, another weak person in a tree, and a strong little guy with fangs. This was turning into a fun night, if only someone had brought the booze it could be a party.

Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:46 pm

Watching the boy every move that was on the tree, he followed his face as what something appeared to be moving, " the hell" within seconds, the boy body was pressed up against the tree he was standing by, looking at the pale faced man and what seemed to be fangs in his mouth? what the hell was he? in fact, neikan never seen nothing like that before. His grip wasn't even tight, though, it was strong enough to lift Neikan off his feet. Placing his right hand on top of the unknown guy arm that was holding him up, he would speak. " The hell is your problem?" Neikan asked, perhaps he was after something, but from the looks of it, this guy eyes wasn't even looking directly into neikan's in fact, he spotted something more interesting, which was? Neikan wasn't to for sure, he would just have to wait and see what will happen. Just before he could proceed with the situation he was in, he would use his right eye to take a peek at the tree that held a boy and his retarded dog that could magically climb trees and what not. But out of all people that was in the area, knowing it was only them three, why Neikan ended up pressed against a tree like a animal that didn't have no damn since! He remained calm and relaxed. though another voice popped out just North:

"So, whats happening here?"

He would ignore that, due to the fact he couldn't reply nor he could barely speak, in fact, if he would have spoke his words would have came out like his mouth was full due to this guy index finger pressing against the right side of his cheek where the tongue rested. ' What was going to happen next? this was getting pretty interesting.'

His left cheek was covered with blood, though it wasn't his blood, in fact, he forgot to clean that off when he changed clothing. Though the man brain was inside Neikan's backpack, but due to him being pressed against the tree, the brain was all smashed up probably.

Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:12 am

Looking around Maku was bored no one answered him. SO because of this, he took it that everything was A OK. Turning, he walked away leaving the people to do what ever they wanted to do.

(Exit, cause Kenzo is inactive presently and that was the whole reason I joined.)

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