The Fallen Land (contd.)

"The Fallen Land" is a role-play that originated from Nomad's Reconciliation, but were cut short due to a disagreement and other disputes that followed. I'll be posting the posts from the previous site to reiterate what has taken place so far, rather than create a synopsis.



—Alcarius




In times undated, when all the world fell before an onslaught of darkness and chaos, the cities and lives of the Earth were struck down by evolution in the darkest way. Glass littered streets for miles, a symbol of the broken windows of catastrophe that lay sharp and true before the sides of countless buildings. Reaching heavenward, the sky-scraping edifices were a symbol of a grand utopia, where all life thrived. Under a reign of tyranny, minds grew to the point of insanity. All humanity was lost within a beautiful country's residents. The streets lingered with an ominous theme of death and bloodshed. The sky, littered with piercing smoke to veil all its once bright clouds was cast over what few remained within sanity's boundaries. Citizens slaughtered and animals gutted for food, the very things that shone bright with chaotic times to unravel for centuries to come.


Buildings lay at their sides, and dust vanquished any clear air within the paved roads that winded as if a spider's most masterful web through the once great utopia. Only a small percentage of civilians remained that lived day by day. Every morning they awoke to the smell of the deceased. A smell that permeated the air with a force of despair that was remembered by all for years upon years. Historic achievements were lost, all as the country fell one city after another. History itself was henceforth remembered as only a chaotic and dark time, passed on from parents to children, and from grandparents to grandchildren. None cared for the lives of others any longer; all only showed a care for achieving what they wanted most. For some it was a longing for murder, and for some it was salvation. A salvation that was never to be seen for hundreds of years. All hope was lost to those once happy residents, and some even wished for their own death. A death they knew they would receive from the merciless, corrupt by a malice like no other.

Leather garbs of blackened surface illuminated within the clouded sun's beaming light, threads of silver descending in straight path from a scalp shimmering as a head straightened, eyes of onyx taking their piercing gaze unto the very ruins with laid before them. Such catastrophe, brought unto the civilization once thriving here, as if the great swipe of an agile sword. Wind stirred, the fabrics of darkened leather adorning that strengthened body shaken with a fierce stream. Such divine attire, reminiscent of the bloodshed of one's past, shining through years of cruelty and malice, encased the very warrior standing atop skyscraper's edge. The view remarkable, those orbs of onyx gazed unto the plane of sky which laid ahead, as if waiting to be touched by the wings of freedom. But such freedom was not given to the destroyed utopia that once prospered with great fertility. With a crack, the edge of the towering building's roof crumbled downward, embodiment of the mighty plunged into the air, cascading ever downward. The swift bottoms of battle-worn boots pushed forth, placed before the side of the building which came to be destroyed with the lightest weight of a human upon its crowning tip. With such motions came the warrior's movement forth, as if jumping off the side of a henceforth cracked window, head aimed down and eyes gazing at the dark-stricken ground which grew closer.


Seconds passed, and although the dive through this infinite air had once shown the man's life leaning toward death, that body rotated forward, feet and legs flipping into frontal position, bottom of black boots slammed amongst the ground. So graceful was the brutal one who plunged into the sky so fearlessly, landing with no harm, just as a true master was able to. At that time, dust cleared, and there was the image of the single man who stood in its clouding wake, once blinded by its masking shade. Those eyes peered unto the land which tainted itself with unending corruption, every year more buildings aging and falling in their own stead. The city was in ruins, and such a sight was far more familiar to the man who walked alone for seemingly unending years. The warrior's blades of new honor gleamed within their own beauty, for even the most cloud-covered sun remained with the smallest inkling of hope in its presence, light shining through the cracks in the ominous cloud-driven sky as feet strode on pavement of endless torment, street approached and traversed at the slowest pace. But what adventures awaited the one who arrived in such a city of grief? Such a city once called heaven itself.

In the years that he spent on this planet the tragedy that befell it came at an alarming rate of speed, and the anthropomorphic tiger male didn't know how it came about. All he knew was that the world was torn by war, chaos and he was left trying to fend for himself. More than once he had been chased after, hunted because the paranoia of humans had lead them to believe that he was a secret weapon in development escaped. The clothes he wore was a simple pair of blue jeans, a pair of slip-on sneakers, and his top clothed by a black t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt. Clearly the wildlife also sensed something odd about him, because most stayed at a distance. Some though regarded him as friend, and ally.


Of recent date he had taken the form of a tiger to hunt, and the hunt was successful. He dragged the carcass of a deer behind him, the neck of the meal held within his powerful jaws. After dragging it a short distance or so he set it down, leaving it in the hole of a dilapidated building. He turned his blood-covered muzzle to the sky, letting out a roar that echoed through the surrounding area. Once finished with the roar he went a short distance from the kill, his molecular structure changing and his body changing in its shape and form. Bones cracked, and the fur that covered his body disappeared to leave bear flesh. He gritted his teeth, until the transformation was finished and he was in the form of a human man. Excited barks greeted his ears and he raised his head, seeing a golden retriever male and a German shepherd female run up to greet him. He smiled, chuckling and sitting up so that they would not flatten him and allowing them a scratch behind the ears, before redirecting them towards the food. Them being preoccupied with the food gave him time to slip on a pair of jeans, and once he was in those he walked out of the building and gazed around.


It was a depressing sight, and one that had become all too common as of late. He heard paws clap against the ground and turned back, his eyes greeted by the golden shepherd male that had taken a liking to him. He chuckled, scratching the male behind the ears and then turning his eyes back to the toppled buildings, hearing an occasional noise of something moving or seeing a group of people on the run. After a moment the German shepherd joined them, sitting at the man's other side. He heard his stomach growl and he frowned, giving the dogs one more scratch before going in to get himself something to eat.

A howling in the distant streets was a cry that rang true and loud, carried amongst northern winds until it reached the well-receiving ears of the lone warrior who had so bravely descended upon the fallen land. The destruction of the building once stood atop took its toll on the street, windows shattered and glass forced through the air like a glistening elegance that could have easily brought the death of any by its sharpened edge. With a shield of grand energies, gold in all its wonder, had the mighty one been veiled from the glass that flung so horridly through the air. Soon, such energies faded within but a most fleeting moment, and all that remained was more dust. Dust that continued to enshroud dead bodies on the side of the street. The towering edifice, with its great downfall, brought with it the sound of destruction that waved for miles to come. In time, the animal's cry faded, and all that remained was the voice of a breeze that pushed through the cracks of abandoned buildings and streets wrought with the stench of death.


Roads were raised like an ocean's tide, a remnant of the dark prowess that made its cruel and harsh impact on the once heavenly plain of flourishing life. Life that no longer throbbed with crowds of people in the heart of the city's streets and plazas. All that survived were trees of no leaves, and a silence that could have easily brought insanity to whoever should live in it for time. Soon, the warrior's feet strode forth, glass shattered further under the pressing of leather boots. Scabbards ran amongst their twins that lay on all sides of the historic man, a sound of scraping soon to engulf the air that was brisk and full of death.Vines of silver that descended so gracefully from a scalp were caught within the guiding hand of a breeze sent from western skies, and alongside the leather attire that draped so finely about the man's body had each thread moved eastward.


Onyx spheres continued to grant their sight to the street laden ahead, all as feet moved with the cracking of glass below them. Even the smallest streams of blood ran down the crevices that wound their way through the paved ground, and soon such striding steps were taken over the liquids from a poor soul's body. Within minutes, the one who walked so calmly through death-ridden roads had come to a site of animals. Animals that feasted in hunger upon the blood-stained body of their prey. Should such ferocious beasts prepare to strike, the death-defying warrior was to release from its scabbard a blade that could cut in two even the hardest of materials. A steel tempered by the own strength that lay so dormant and peaceful within, ready to be released as if a flaming anger to purge all who oppose it.

As he arrived back within the wreckage of the dilapidated building he looked to the deer carcass he'd brought back. He grimaced just as he realized there was no way to cook it, so in his current form his digestive system wouldn't be able to stomach the raw meat. His tiger form on the other hand was able to withstand such feasts, so with that in mind he disrobed and got on his hands and knees. His bones cracked and his body changed, gritting his teeth and groaning as fur grew along his body, his mouth growing out and extending into a maw shape and his eyes growing more angled, like a cats. A tail extended from his backside, a tiger's tail that twitched and lashed with the changing of forms.


Once the transformation was complete he went to the deer carcass and began feasting, tearing away at the meat and swallowing it down with little chewing. He had feasted for around a good ten or fifteen minutes when he heard a warning bark outside, recognizing it as the golden retriever. In heeding the warning he picked up his head, turning around and trotting out to where the two dogs were, the golden retriever barking as if he sensed something, while the German shepherd licked her lips, glancing around in an uneasy fashion. Something or someone was around, and as his feline ears pricked and his acute sense of eyesight surveyed the ruins of the city he noticed nothing, but an unfamiliar scent did greet his nostrils, one that penetrated the stench of decay and death and revealed itself to be a living being.

So arose the stench of blood and inner organs, passed through the small canals of a nose after the hint of a smell that symbolized the devouring of prey, all seeping from the jaws of the beasts who stood only a matter of feet ahead. With blades at sides and hair moving like an ocean's current in the gales from western buildings far to the side, all that cast its image in the fog around the street was a silhouette of the brave warrior who stepped so cunningly into the feasting haven of the animals. Their teeth bore in a growl, this one was on alarm for caution, for any moment the brutality of the creatures could show itself. Blood dripped from their fur lips and slammed into the paved ground with the smallest of echos. But in light of the confrontation, another presence, felt in the distant streets, edged closer to what seemed was going to become a battlefield of bloodshed and merciless cleaves. The new presence resonated with a smell of death far beyond the grueling stench already discovered, as if a feast, so barbaric, had been enjoyed to the fullest.


In this realm of fight-for-glory, all who wandered the streets of once beautiful earthen ground were doomed to survive at all costs, whether it meant taking the lives of others or the agreeance to a truce through the bond of rivals. Even with the most glorious victories, all were broken down under the weight of such a dreadful land. In the matter of mere moments, a new arrival was made. This new beast was gazed upon with eyes that bore a serenity so mysterious that it held the power to drive one's own curiosity to insanity. Their stance was proud, as if they stood like they were the leader of the animals that fed so cruelly. Yet such a leader was so different in race that these lesser beasts had no reason to take submission under its orders. Its great coat was aligned with stripes and glistening hairs that shimmered in the smallest spots in the clouded sunlight.


Thus came the clashing of blades in the streets beyond, blood spilled with the swift movements of a blade released and sheathed once more. In seconds only, all was silent, no growling to be heard and no deaths to be had. Fog grew thick, and no longer was there a shadowed silhouette of the man garbed in leather and equipped with so much weaponry that any movement seemed as it would be hindered by overwhelming weight. The apocalyptic times that drew the image of the world in the hands of fate had dimmed the streets with a fog so ominous that all to wander were to get lost within its winding maze. Silence was the key to any strategic strike, and these beasts who stood so readily were nowhere to be seen. The fog had blinded those onyx eyes with a most dark image that left the mighty one at caution's end.


With looming darkness around the new battlefield, will-tempered blades were heard releasing themselves from the bonds that held them so sternly. Their scabbards had become empty, black casing to withhold no weaponry within its walls. Enshrouded so perfectly, one blade was cast to each hand, and many remained at the back. With strength overwhelming, prowess was released from within at not even the greatest might imaginable, yet mighty enough to remove from the blackened and bloodstained street the fog that choked at this position, all with the swing of each blade. All was clear yet again, and silence descended upon the street once more, wind chiming not after the swiping of such magnificent swords was accomplished. Eyes locked with the silent animals ahead, only time could tell the outcome of the sudden meeting.

Those golden eyes continued to scan about the area, the demeanor of the Bengal tiger silent in spite of the Golden Retriever's alarmed barks to some unseen presence. The scent of such a presence invaded his nostrils, and as the Golden Retriever beside him gave those alarmed barks so the German Shepherd remained silent, ears pressed flat to her skull, each canine on either side of the tiger. As silent as he was he knew that the Golden Retriever's barks would lure someone here eventually, and possibly someone that could mean trouble; so he stepped beside the male and turned to him, giving a single growl to the canine that caused him to silence with the barks. Even with the silence the alarmed look could still be seen within the Golden Retriever's eyes.


There came the sound of metal scraping against metal, what the tiger could only surmise to be a conflict somewhere in the distance. Behind him the canines both gave unsure whines, and as he glanced back he saw them glancing around and then to him, as if asking what to do. His answer was to turn around, give a nudge to each of the canines and walking off, the Golden Retriever following closely to his side and the German Shepherd choosing to hang back a bit further than the male was to the tiger. And so they went, traveling the opposite direction to the initial conflict. The only thing any would see of the three was their silhouettes disappearing into the dank darkness of stench and decay.

There was no room for hesitation, the stranger had approached with but a small speech that rang through the warrior's ears. No sight was given to the one who came from the distance. Every passing second was spent in silence. Thus descended upon them a far more darkened sky with the eventual coming of nightfall. The moon had not set its lunar glory on the sky, but the sun in all its remaining elegance had taken a path behind one of few remaining skyscrapers. The building had come to darken all light on the street, and the sun's fall was the beginning of an unrelenting torture to be given to the already fallen city of once great praise. Such calm winds, the only reminiscence of beauty for this foul land, had become mighty gusts that pierced the air with a merciless force. Glass was pushed along the heavily cracked streets, only to land in crevices and what grass lingered on soiled grounds, and then to be pushed further still.


"In moments, you will come to see that it is time to withdraw such weapons and take arms against a great beast. A beast that has struck this city time and time again. It is time for its life to end, and for this city to become one step closer to its true redemption."


The gales continued, all their strength a symbol of oncoming destruction only minutes into the future. The future was dark and clouded still, and soon a beast rose from the paved streets. Debris of ground and buildings alike were tossed in all directions, and magma itself had seeped from within the new cracks of the ground and into the open, where the sudden winds had chilled its heated stream and froze it in its wake. But such was not the fate of the beast which had arisen, foul in all its image. The creature was the size of a sky-scraping tower, its hide of the strongest material to be known. Its structure was of a worm, demonic with glyphs of old aligning its steel-strengthened hide. Its mouth bore fangs that curved at the sides and formed straight in the front. It roared with a voice of darkness. It knew no language, it could not speak. It could only wreak endless havoc on wherever it should emerge, and such was its life's very mission. Destruction was all it ever knew. A parasite to the world, the worm had torn asunder cities and countries, resistant enough to travel through the smoldering magma core of the planet and to other regions, only to destroy all in its path.


The creature had lived for eons. The planet was its cocoon, its nourishment. It grew inside, and it became a living force capable of decaying the world as it was known with its tainted body that moved through earthen crust and ripped apart fields. Only a mile away, those onyx orbs stared with their intimidating view upon the corrupt. The worm had squirmed within the air, and its mass had been tall and wide enough to blight out what light remained on the city. All was dark, and all was soon to meet its end should the creature never be stopped or cease its tyrannical gorging. It fed upon whatever it crossed, and such was the origin of massive craters dented into the Earth for thousands of miles. Lives were lost to the unending malice that it held, and the shining glyphs of purple and black laden at its sides meant the summoning of lesser beasts. They came from within the body of the creature, layered in a slime that dripped to the ground. They were as large as an adult human, borne in massive numbers that allowed them to easily overrun even the largest army. Many had fallen to them, and within weeks the otherworldly infants were ready for a new birthing. They encircled the creature that gave birth to them, bound to it until given the order to purge the world of any right it had left. Thus, a new foe had surfaced with a chaos unlike any other.

The tiger continued on its path away from the sounds of metal clashing against metal until it began to dim in the distance, the sound dying away as he went onward with those two canines trailing behind him. It was an odd allegiance, a tiger and two dogs. And as odd as it was it also made little sense. But it was what it was--That was the way of the world; some things made little sense, and yet they were to be regardless. An alarming sound greeted the ears of the tiger a short moment later, as he turned around and stared in wonder as the pavement cracked, and he saw buildings heave upward as some gigantic beast surfaced from beneath the Earth. It was the same one he noticed when the chaos started, the same one that brought destruction upon so much within this world. He wasted little time, turning around and nudging the two canines, urging them onward without him. The Golden Retriever refused at first, and at last the Bengal Tiger was left no choice but to roar at the Golden Retriever. That finally did it; the dog went onward along with the German Shepherd with his tail between his legs.


It broke the Bengal Tiger's heart, but he could not have them get involved in this and have them get hurt, just as he had seen so many get hurt when they'd stepped within the path of this monstrosity. The Tiger began back the way he came, eyes narrowed and intending to go towards the source of that strange scent. Could the one that the scent belonged to be involved somehow with the beast? There was only one way to find out: go find the source. He paused in the middle of a desolate street, gritting his teeth and then roaring as his form changed, his rear legs extending and more resembling a human's own. His claws dug into the ground, the digits of his dew claws extending to length so that his digits resembled human fingers more, claws still gracing the tips of those appendages.


He began at a run now, vacant of his clothing but in this anthropomorphic form he was without the need for them. After a short while he encountered the one whom the scent belonged to, a male dressed in black and with spiked, yellow hair, several swords gracing his back and seeming to vary in length. "Are you the reason for this... this monster?" he said, extending one of those clawed digits to point to the beast growing out of the Earth. If he was permitted a moment of silence he would take that moment to observe the man standing before him, a wry smirk coming into play upon his lips. This moment didn't last for long though, as his eyes were once again drawn towards the gigantic monstrosity, his gaze for the moment held to the beast.

Only silence, no words bespoken upon the stranger's presence that deemed itself so sudden and great. Such a display of prowess was the very thing that held a hidden might to have toppled the raging beast in near future. The wonders that were shown were vast and magnificent in skill and execution; the one thing that appeased even the curiosity that lay deep within the leather-garbed individual of mysterious past. A past cloaked in shadow and darkness, and drenched in bloodshed and constant death. A past that was soon to be forgotten, for with the blighted light of the land came an opportunity to strike at the corrosive parasite that was the worm before them all. There stood the three of them, a party like no other. One was of man and beast, and two were of mystery so deep that not even their greatest strength had been shown before the onslaught of blackened fate.


The worm's titanic shape had shaken the very rulings of the atmosphere. Lightning struck the sky with thunderclasps of chaos that reigned over darkened clouds.The electrical field soon summoned by the beast's presence had taken a vibrant red to its streaking elegance. Although it was brought upon the world with endless calamity, its color of an honorable hue was the only thing that came to be known as true beauty within this darkest hour. But even in beauty lay the death of a thousand men, as smiting sparks turned to spears of lightning soon to descend upon the streets and buildings of the city. All was within destruction's path, and the parasitic creature had gorged upon the atmosphere in such a way that its feasting fangs knew no bounds. It knew no end to its constant murder and reaping of lesser souls. Humans were powerless against the one thing that deemed itself a monstrosity so large that it could have devoured half a city with its constant infection. Thus, those eyes only stared upon the destroyer of all.


Moments passed, and with the great speech given by the finely honed warrior who so bravely stepped forth, even the city's finest combatants were no match for the millions of offspring that inched their way closer to the street where the three stood so calm. Many children of the tainted had fallen to the skill of the one who seemed to withhold the magical power of a god themselves. So undesirable was the situation brought upon the poor souls that only wished to venture through life's blackest times and reign victorious in their brave end. They were the dead brought to a new life, only to meet the brutal fury of the one who spoke so loudly in courageous tone. Those who awoke from the soiled earth were given a new path to the other life, and none knew their fate in such a realm that could mean prosperity or torture. So stood, only a matter of feed ahead, was the one who brought their wrath in furious strikes upon the tainted that arose and attempted an attack of malice. A malice that was given to deceased minds and breathed life into the bodies they shared.


The twin blades of Japanese forge held tightly between bound fingers gleamed within the stripes of pounding thunder and lightning that pierced the skies above. The very weapons once used to vanquish enshrouding fog in past moments and diminish its darkness. A single line of light ran amongst the center of the blade that churned so swiftly in a right hand. It spun with a torment that had once brought its bloodthirsty greed to the lives of others. The sharpened tool of death was the one that helped guide the fortitude that arose so deeply within the warrior's very being. The ignition of golden energies meant the conjuring of a destructive force to rival the nameless worm that emerged from a magma core. Even with the scorching path followed by the parasitic, its end inched closer to reality. Its hide of steel was to be no match for the forces soon to be released in great amount. A power that was to tear asunder the creature with the impalement of billions.


Flames were the image cast like an ascending energy from within, gold in all its beauty. The calm heart within was purged with the will to end the tyrannical time that the worm had caused to the people of the world. A firm state of neutral was held still within the mind of the man who took form so masterful that even the creature, in all its deformity, erected itself from the ground in awe. Its roar was intimidation itself, thrust unto the few remaining in the city. Lightning rained upon the grounds near the mother parasite and its lesser children. Such an abnormal thing was to come upon the edge of the skilled blade the warrior so wielded. For all the death and destruction caused over years in hundreds had to cease. A time of redemption was finally within the gates of destiny. It was the first time that the mighty one had felt a need to help those who suffered so greatly.


The ground shone with a luminescence that reached even the corrosive eyes of the parasite. Its color was of red, to match the lightning that had defiled the air above. The mighty roar of the evil beast continued and stopped not. Through all its cries of battle to its brethren had scabbards on a back been relieved of the sharpened metals that were sealed within. Soon, all blades were thrust into the air. Thus came the formation of a triangle, bright in gold, and thereafter came the creation of a circle that spun around its center shape. The newly shown ability of a bright cyan sped through the sky within the matter of a blinking eye itself. The red ground quaked with massive tremors, and within time came the spawning of an array of blades that shot from earthen core. In billions, the azure weapons borne from otherworldly techniques and wrought from the fires of heavenly plane had all aimed sharpened edges unto the direction of the mother parasite. Soon, the destruction of such a towering creature was to take its course. It was time for the death of a monster.


Closed, once more blinded were those onyx eyes. This time from a fog not, but from a serenity so deep that the mastery of the conjured weapons of astral origin was displayed in full. They plunged into the atmosphere that surrounded the calamity, flames of purple within their trailing wake as if an ocean's wave. The azure edges had struck into the hardened crust that was the creature itself, and in agony had it cried to its children. In agony had it died where it stood with the passing of but a few fleeting moments. Thunderous bangs continued to ring within the skies of all directions, henceforth shaken out of phase by the one who had brought death to the world's parasitic plague. Seconds passed, and the billion strikes subsided with dissipation. No longer had the summoned onslaught of blades been seen in the air. All that remained was the wind and the cries of divine pain screeching from the mother of all shed blood.


The beast fell where it emerged. The grounds quaked for hundreds of miles, and linked to the life force of their mother, the offspring in millions were exterminated with such a swift attack. Its carcass laden across the plain of field that it sought to destroy, it liquefied in its death. Its boiling remains set ablaze what grass remained, and in glorious victory had all katana been sheathed so quickly within their scabbards of black once more. Thus, only silence remained. The cries had stopped, and the destroyer was purged from all existence. Its spirit lived not, for those who met the prowess of the warrior were to hold doomed souls that could seek neither Heaven nor Hell. It was absolution in the end of all life taken.

Hearing such destruction and desolation within the air, it had brought the male to the saddened truth, the world was being destroyed ever so slowly, but hearing others speaking in the distance had brought to his own conclusion, seeing many signs of battle the pale occuli started upon such a splendor. Given the surrounding be destroyed to an extent this would further wreath into the world of devastation not that it were to be of such mild mannered presidence, a breath released from the orifice then stepping fourth towards the combatants; if they were battling one another it would be settled in a manner which none would wish, but if it were to be a training round it would give perhaps a different outcome, though through assumption..he had thought it was a battle against many. Such destructive power should never create such devastation, that much was to be true to a point unless both were so powerful they needed every ounce of their power to be rendered into such a clash, it were as if two warlords saw one another on the battlefield, the results would be drastic for either side victory or upheaval.

Standing upon the threshold of the area crossing both arm appendages before the chest cavity, tapping the phalanges along the forearm with impatience settling through him, the highest point in the area seemed to be a rock, albeit not too high as to mask his presence though it also seemed possible they would spot him, he meant no harm; yet if one were to draw a weapon or use the manifestation of powers or abilities, he would have no choice but to devastate them, or even nullify their abilities for a time, given the circumstances that seemed unlikely, both in the clash seemed to be rather hasteful with the surrounding of monsters and beasts filling the area, though he was certain they had not wished to harm him. Undaunted he stood watching the two uncivilized barbarians attempting to kill one another, for the victor shall feed upon such flesh, as the loser shall become the feast, it was cannibalism it had affected the people due to the shortage of food, all within the surrounding were enemies to one another, uncertainty filled the cold eyes upon staring...

"I have had enough of these games.."

Within such built an energy which could become unfathomable to most, especially the barbarians before him, heathens they were to the awesome might which filled such an embodiment, raising both arms up then slinging them forward, the cold eyes widened as strain began to fill the body, wings had arised, both of the solid black coloration with a scale-like coat; crimson spikes residing from the centrifuge creating the "Pure" which he preferred to call himself. Swinging the body down upon the ground the shockwave had sent both of the uncultivated beings as well as the creatures around him into the air above, and with a single swipe...they faded, everything excluding the destroyed valley, all life in the area had been completely erased off of the face of the destroyed Earth. Sad was it, but it did not seem to phase him, he grew impatient once more, housing such thought then taking to the skies to resume travel, finding no need to aim for a single area he began to fly aimlessly, to possibly achieve a civilized area to become a part of, to perhaps repair the destroyed world.

"May we find bliss..in hopes the world be rebuilt anew..."

The white garbs flew in the winds within the flight as to resume such presidence of the ill fated condescendance which filled the bones of the male, the "Pure" Feigncast, the father of such a breed, perhaps an ally would be of more use to him than to needlessly slaughter the heathens whom fell to the destructive worlds grasp upon such annihilation. It was the sad truth that came to the realization that the world may never be the same, but that..would have to change.

There came no answer from the gray haired man carrying many swords upon his back, and dressed in black. But that was fine. For he noticed another individual who had been speaking out, calling to the remaining populace of the world. Could it be that rallying such a force would be enough to topple such a monstrosity? It seemed that there was still hope, hope of overthrowing this evil and hope of revitalizing the world. So with that in mind he gritted his teeth, giving a feral growl and set on offering what contributions to this cause that he could. He dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, his form once again changing(this changing of forms was an asset to his mother's side of the family, the Tora-Jin, a race of anthropomorphic tiger people from the planet Tora-Seken whom had the ability to change forms. This race of creatures was eradicated by the Saiyans, of whom his father's side originated from).


He dug his claw into the ground, that tiger's roar of his slowly changing into a deeper, more guttural one as his form grew, the strands of fur changing in molecular structure and density and thickening out, widening into scales tougher than iron. The tiger's tail lengthened, maw extending and neck lengthening out, wings sprouting from his back until he showed himself to be a Goliath of a beast, a dragon of fifty feet in height and one-hundred and twenty-five feet in length, the bulk of the length being attributed to his tail. His wings were about double the length of his body, each capable of picking his massive form off the ground. With glowing eyes he looked down to the beings around him, those gathered to fight against this evil that threatened the very existence of the world. With a push off from his rear legs he took to the air, wings catching the air currents and flapping downward to bring him up into the air. And once he was at a level with the evil once contained within the earth he angled his wings forward, starting at a glide forward and filling the gas sacks within his throat. A scraping of the stone-like material along the opening of his gas sacks caused a few sparks, igniting the gas and causing it to erupt in a stream of fire from his maw in an angry torrent of flame which engulfed the spawn of the beast that had only moments before been a blight upon the land. The flames burnt the spawn of that evil to asunder, the anthropomorphic tiger that was now a dragon continued to do this, even taking those of the evil hell spawn that were now airborne.

A gate of prowess, borne through the enchantment of the one who displayed such cunning and skill, had opened its doors within all skies. A crimson sight brought wonder to the silent warrior who spoke not but had vanquished the very mother of destruction which laid endless chaos to the world. The parasitic evil had ended but within its dying wake came the upbringing of the soul-deprived demonic. The army of dark will had threatened to gorge upon the position with their great masses. Although all blades were sheathed within their casings of obsidian, with no time lost had the mighty one plunged those booted feet into the ground, only to vault into the air with the speed of a lightning bolt itself. The red streaks that once bled their color throughout the atmosphere above had dissipated, and all that remained were clouds held high atop the battlefield's raging wind and conjured magics.


Thereafter came the descension of blazing energies, great enough to be told in legends for hundreds of years to come. This city of an arena was the floor of all bloodshed and lost lives, and with torrential force had the proud one taken blade in hand and cleaved it through the flesh and bone of those who lay at its sides. Energies trailed once more like the path of a sea's fluctuating waves, all behind the man that strode forth only feet above ground. With a speed never seen in all the years of the world, the onslaught that continued to arise from its earthen grave had fallen in its sin. The deceased worm had brought the corrupt to a new life of revival and a great thirst for blood that was never quenched. The downfall of the parasite was the awakening of a far greater evil. The planet choked, all as dark beings arose from the soiled earth wet from celestial rains.


Sent from the heavens themselves, the rains summoned by the strengthened one who arrived only moments in the past had fallen upon the darkened land with a veil of hope and glory. They seared the flesh of the beasts that came from the world below, an underworld of torture and agony. With sharpened edges had those tempered blades of fine steel cleaved through and shattered the souls of the beasts themselves. Their bodies were thus hollow, held not by the blackened life force that once dwelled within them. They were sent within the ground, melted into blistering pools just as the mother parasite that summoned them in its painful death. Grass was drenched in their blood and ruin, and the air which this warrior had blazed through ignited no longer with energies, but with the disappearance of a body. Thus had the brave one been seen within the sky above, onyx eyes to be a plague in the last moments of the ones who threatened the very foundation of the world itself. With a descension of blurring speeds had the mighty one torn asunder the rains and shook them to the side with flaming energies, blades of fine creation aimed at the earthen ground where the beasts from below had arisen. Soon the crust of the earth was impaled, and an earthquake raged throughout all the land. A fine prowess had shown itself on this fated night of death and torment, and within moments the quake had transcended into the skies with glorious light of azure and cyan. The earth's crust had parted, and its life force was summoned with such an impact of old tales.


The light that shone forth from the core of the planet had arisen in energized blades. They took the shape of a katana, and their numbers were vast enough to lay to rest all who threatened the lives on these streets. They were as though spikes, wrought by the colossal strength that once lay so dormant within this one's blurred body. But soon, that image of silver hair and shimmering leather garbs had become clear once more. The fine metal of a blade was withdrawn from the wetted soils of the ground, and within moments, the cyan and azure judgment came from within. It protruded and thrust itself as if the planet's own vengeance, and chests and bodies were staked by the new technique just shown by the warrior. But even in light of this mass of hanging dead bodies, the comrades who this one did not know were unharmed, placed aside death's door and spared with the controlling mastery wielded. The opposing army of sin had fallen in simultaneous defeat, their soul-sucked bodies to remain suspended for all to see. The rains once borne by the technique of another man had continued in light of the destruction forged by this one, and soon, all bodies were drenched. Water dripped from their lifeless bodies that were bare to the eye, falling to the ground in a splash unheard by even the most keen of ears. The droplets continued until the sky cleared itself of its downpour.


Yet still the dark ones continued to raise themselves from Hell's grasp, placed unto the earth in a number of great calamity. They were infinite and unending, their fury to be a punishment to all who walked in living life. Even the mighty dragon that had taken to the skies from the shape of a hybrid man and incinerated hundreds was not enough to destroy them all. Still, the grand wings of the creature had wisped through the wind in a mighty gale. There stood the one in leather attire, idle in the grand pool of bodies wrought.

[ Update: This role-play is resolved for now. As such, it has been locked to prevent further posting. ]