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Spas, Satanic Rituals and Dragons (solo, done)
Sun Dec 28, 2014 11:56 pm
Darkness…..it pooled around her figure in waves, scaring whoever was out at this hour back into their beds to cover in fear at this dark figure of night. But in reality, twas not Aiko who roamed the darkness. No, it was Pudding, or better known in other places as Aelfweard Von Draicac, god of death and destruction. Oh how he missed those days, thousands worshipped the ground he stepped on, riches and power all under his control! However it seems in this reincarnation he had drawn a bad hand, imprisoned within this girl with absolutely no way out, not even cockslapping the mental walls had done anything to break the prison. And his cockslaps come at like 500mph so thats something. So, this made him wander the streets, wondering what had become of his followers. What if they rebelled in his absence? Attempted to usurp him from his seat of power while he was gone? No, this simply could not do? But how could he do anything trapped in this girl and on this planet? In anger he picked up a nearby table and smashed it into a wall, shattering into splinters from the impact. At least the girls weak constitution had improved dramatically since they left Ame. Apparently the bleak atmosphere and utter desertion had been blocking his hosts potential. Oh well, it was time for the night prowl. A kunai drawn from her weapons pouch soon met the body of a cat, bisecting it in two segments and fell to the ground, dead as the deadest doornail of dramoria. Huh, an alliteration and a Dragonvale reference, how cool. Strange thing was that suddenly, many eyes were upon him and the streets were filled with feline. Oh, so they wanted to fight, hmm? Apparently there was some kind of cat ninja clan that lived in Kumo, if there was so many. Or mayb from his own sightings in Ame, the ones that lived there had moved. Either way, all would fall by his hand right their right then.
“Hmhmhmhm…..don’t fuck with the night prowl.”
Oh how he wished Nurarihyon with him right now, he had loved these hunts, but no matter. He wouldn’t have enjoyed it anyway because last he checked that favorite sword of his was still being repaired. Wasn’t it called Nenekirimaru or something? He didn’t really care about his loyal followers sword fetish, only his loyalty which was unfortunately was now under question along with everybody elses now that his watchful eyes no longer resided over his hellish kingdom. Well, what better way to vent that frustration with the mass slaughter of the living? Yes, that clearly was the best option, screw massages….ok massages were great but this was good stuff. Hmm, maybe go to a spa after this?
Apparently he had gotten too lost in his thougts and the kittens had pounced before him, bad move. In a flash of speed and hand seals a aura of chakra surrounded his hands, creating her most lethal part of her arsenal for now. Quickly blood began to pour as Aelfweard, yes not the poorly nicknamed Pudding, roared and laughed as his hosts body was quickly drenched in blood. Why this...was a worthy sacrifice to the gods! One that he should have been recieving, but whatever, time to hit that spa! unnoticed to him however….was a small figure with yellow slit eyes. the eyes of a predator, almost lionish in nature. The type that promised death to all whom gazed upon. However, these eyes weren’t attached to a lion. No, those eyes led to a scaly snout, razor sharp teeth, wings of flight and a long tail. Zackky, the Cat Dragon had watched the mass slaughter, and he was intrigued. The shinobi of the village had normally left the annoying band of feline alone, the most they would do is kick one and leave. This one however, this new sight had killed them all on first sight. He truely didn’t care about the lives much, they had taken some of his fish once, but he wanted to observe this strange beast. Was it going to go slay more? What next? Tigers, lions, people perhaps? he flew off sliently and slowly far above to match the pace of Aelfweard to remain unnoticed, not realising that he was headed to one of the most non-violent places out there, a spa.
Meanwhile on the ground, Aelfweard was confused to say the least. A quick snake mouth had thouroghly drenched what wasn’t of her body but also washed the blood off of his hosts body, despite the lingering scent of iron her nose picked up. So why did he smell lizard also? It was very faint, but it still confused him as any reptiles would probably be in the desert if anything. Ignoring the lingering scent, he walked into the building expecting some like sights...and quickly blasted the receptionist with a enraged snake of liquid and walked right out the door.
“OH HELL NO! NO “HAPPY ENDINGS” FOR ME! KEEP IT PG-13!”
So abruptly turning around, he noticed a strange glimmer in the air that quickly dissapeared. Huh, so somebody WAS following him? It intriuged him that something could be following him while staying in the air. Clearly it wasn’t a bird from its size, but the smell of reptile still remained. What could this thing possibly be? This figure that evaded him...he could easily find out what it was by force, but decided not to. If this thing was truly interested, it would show itself.
Oh it was these times that he wished Nurarihyon with him for some invigorating conversation. Yes, perhaps he could do something to remedy that situation after all. Wasn’t there some kind of ritual for sealing spirits? Yes, perhaps his infallible memory would be of help today. Stepping of the main path and into a deserted clearing, a bite on his thumb caused blood to begin flowing and he began to draw runic carvings all over his hosts body. Hopefully Aiko wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the ceremony, as he didn’t want to draw in Satan instead. His cousin was a good guy, but he longed for intelligent conversation, not a fight.
Meanwhile above the grounds where Aelfwaerd was performing his sealing ritual, Zackky watched from a cliff in silent bewilderment. What was this girl? Definitely not a woman of piece, seeing as she had just ripped up a horde of living beings in cold blood. A corrupted shaman then? It would make sense from her actions, but this one didn’t seem...at ease with nature. More like she carried herself as if she was above the world. Clearly though she could harness it like most shinobi, if the raging serpent of water that had utterly wrecked the shady spa was any indication. Oh, and the mass bisection of feline with only her hands, a feat that not many could acheive. As for himself, he would have just ripped them apart with his teeth if it came to that. He would have rather just knock them away, as he did like cats after all. Not enough to mess with humans though, that tended to end badly. Looking below, he would notice a blast of power and refocus on the ritual.
Below the cliff, Aelfwaerd had finished the markings, his hosts body now covered in bloody runes of unknown origins. Thankfully he could heal herself due to that rather useful mystical palm technique he had pounded into her head so he didn’t really need to worry all that much about it. Around him was a pentagram seal, surrounded by another sircle surrounded by more strange runes. Now it was finally time, that final invocation. Those words that would draw his loyal suboordinate into his hosts body, trapped as well. A double edged sword, summoning someone away, but it was something he needed to do desperately. If Nurarihyon was corrupt than undoubtedly his kingdom had fallen in his absence, if not...than he had summoned a loyal follower away from the protection of his title. Either way he would have a horrible loss...but he just couldn’t stop here. he had gone too far, he couldn’t just back out. He was Aelfwaerd, a god! He would not be deterred by some bad news!
“Oh spirits! Come forth, for I am your master! Your sacrifices, paid in the deaths of hundreds of virgin felines and one defininitely not a virgin masseur! In exchange, bind my servant to this body! Nurarihyon, come forth!”
An aura of dark power would swirl around him and the circle below would begin to glow as the aura began to become filled up with illusionary cat skulls...and one human one, swirling as a decidedly non-dead looking smoke figure, a white one, began to slowly drift down into his body, causing an involuntary shriek of pain from the body before the aura dispersed and the figures dissapearing, the ritual completed.
Meanwhile, Zackky was cowering in fear above on his cliff. What sort of demon was this person? Escape was surely impossible now, such a being could never have missed him, what was he thinking? Fear filled his heart and mind as the figure stood up from the ground below him, speaking and looking up at the cliff where he was hidden.
“I can sense you creature, come out now before I cut your head.”
This was Nurarihyon of course, Aelfwaerd had been knocked out by accident, leaving Nurarihyon alone in this place, memories of a girls life being painfully crammed into his head. Ninjutsu, Kyojin, a hand piercing a body, Pudding….the fuck was this? Wait a minute...was that Aelfwaerd-Sama! He tried to get up from the seat, but to his surprise found himself practicly glued to it. Well, time to deal with this creature. It had suddenly dropped down from it’s hiding place, cowering on the ground like an idiot!
Zackky was beyond afraid as the demonic figure recognized him. All of his short life flashed before him, the other dragons and training and techniques. Where had it gotten him in the end? Paralysed in fear by this figure...this amazing creature of nature! But what could he offer in exchange for the continuation for his life? Perhaps...no he couldn’t! But he had to. For his own life, the contract would have to be signed by this monster. It was a disgrace to do such an act...but his clan didn’t need to know that, did they? No, he had just recognized the woman’s power, definitely. it was time for the closing act, if this didn’t work he would die. The scroll poofed in front of him as he spoke.
“Oh great force of nature, I humble ask of you to sign this contract of the dragons. It is said that it is a dragon’s greatest honor to find a worthy summoner, and for you to do so would mean the world to me.”
So Nurarihyon was left with the obvious choice of killing this dragon creature. After all, that could be a slavery contract for all he knew. But for some reason….he was stopped by a...girlish hand? Turning around, all he saw was a smiling Aiko yelling “THIS. IS. SPARTA! before he was sparta kicked into a mental pit. Oh, she had the best timing to wake up. Who the hell was that guy anyway. Turning back to the situation at hand and sliding into the mental seat, a cheerful aura would surround her and she would say “Ok, thanks!” signing it in blood as instructed to do if she had ever found such a thing at the academy, flying away to go crash somewhere random leaving a bewildered dragon behind. Wasn’t it fun to be a random person? Meanwhile, Zackky was totally annilhilated mentally. A practical god of death in personality...it could change that fast? It was so much to take in, that he passed out. Perhaps not the best thing to do when your a dragon in the middle of the forest.
+contract with the dragons
+10 stats
+24 words towards CR
“Hmhmhmhm…..don’t fuck with the night prowl.”
Oh how he wished Nurarihyon with him right now, he had loved these hunts, but no matter. He wouldn’t have enjoyed it anyway because last he checked that favorite sword of his was still being repaired. Wasn’t it called Nenekirimaru or something? He didn’t really care about his loyal followers sword fetish, only his loyalty which was unfortunately was now under question along with everybody elses now that his watchful eyes no longer resided over his hellish kingdom. Well, what better way to vent that frustration with the mass slaughter of the living? Yes, that clearly was the best option, screw massages….ok massages were great but this was good stuff. Hmm, maybe go to a spa after this?
Apparently he had gotten too lost in his thougts and the kittens had pounced before him, bad move. In a flash of speed and hand seals a aura of chakra surrounded his hands, creating her most lethal part of her arsenal for now. Quickly blood began to pour as Aelfweard, yes not the poorly nicknamed Pudding, roared and laughed as his hosts body was quickly drenched in blood. Why this...was a worthy sacrifice to the gods! One that he should have been recieving, but whatever, time to hit that spa! unnoticed to him however….was a small figure with yellow slit eyes. the eyes of a predator, almost lionish in nature. The type that promised death to all whom gazed upon. However, these eyes weren’t attached to a lion. No, those eyes led to a scaly snout, razor sharp teeth, wings of flight and a long tail. Zackky, the Cat Dragon had watched the mass slaughter, and he was intrigued. The shinobi of the village had normally left the annoying band of feline alone, the most they would do is kick one and leave. This one however, this new sight had killed them all on first sight. He truely didn’t care about the lives much, they had taken some of his fish once, but he wanted to observe this strange beast. Was it going to go slay more? What next? Tigers, lions, people perhaps? he flew off sliently and slowly far above to match the pace of Aelfweard to remain unnoticed, not realising that he was headed to one of the most non-violent places out there, a spa.
Meanwhile on the ground, Aelfweard was confused to say the least. A quick snake mouth had thouroghly drenched what wasn’t of her body but also washed the blood off of his hosts body, despite the lingering scent of iron her nose picked up. So why did he smell lizard also? It was very faint, but it still confused him as any reptiles would probably be in the desert if anything. Ignoring the lingering scent, he walked into the building expecting some like sights...and quickly blasted the receptionist with a enraged snake of liquid and walked right out the door.
“OH HELL NO! NO “HAPPY ENDINGS” FOR ME! KEEP IT PG-13!”
So abruptly turning around, he noticed a strange glimmer in the air that quickly dissapeared. Huh, so somebody WAS following him? It intriuged him that something could be following him while staying in the air. Clearly it wasn’t a bird from its size, but the smell of reptile still remained. What could this thing possibly be? This figure that evaded him...he could easily find out what it was by force, but decided not to. If this thing was truly interested, it would show itself.
Oh it was these times that he wished Nurarihyon with him for some invigorating conversation. Yes, perhaps he could do something to remedy that situation after all. Wasn’t there some kind of ritual for sealing spirits? Yes, perhaps his infallible memory would be of help today. Stepping of the main path and into a deserted clearing, a bite on his thumb caused blood to begin flowing and he began to draw runic carvings all over his hosts body. Hopefully Aiko wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the ceremony, as he didn’t want to draw in Satan instead. His cousin was a good guy, but he longed for intelligent conversation, not a fight.
Meanwhile above the grounds where Aelfwaerd was performing his sealing ritual, Zackky watched from a cliff in silent bewilderment. What was this girl? Definitely not a woman of piece, seeing as she had just ripped up a horde of living beings in cold blood. A corrupted shaman then? It would make sense from her actions, but this one didn’t seem...at ease with nature. More like she carried herself as if she was above the world. Clearly though she could harness it like most shinobi, if the raging serpent of water that had utterly wrecked the shady spa was any indication. Oh, and the mass bisection of feline with only her hands, a feat that not many could acheive. As for himself, he would have just ripped them apart with his teeth if it came to that. He would have rather just knock them away, as he did like cats after all. Not enough to mess with humans though, that tended to end badly. Looking below, he would notice a blast of power and refocus on the ritual.
Below the cliff, Aelfwaerd had finished the markings, his hosts body now covered in bloody runes of unknown origins. Thankfully he could heal herself due to that rather useful mystical palm technique he had pounded into her head so he didn’t really need to worry all that much about it. Around him was a pentagram seal, surrounded by another sircle surrounded by more strange runes. Now it was finally time, that final invocation. Those words that would draw his loyal suboordinate into his hosts body, trapped as well. A double edged sword, summoning someone away, but it was something he needed to do desperately. If Nurarihyon was corrupt than undoubtedly his kingdom had fallen in his absence, if not...than he had summoned a loyal follower away from the protection of his title. Either way he would have a horrible loss...but he just couldn’t stop here. he had gone too far, he couldn’t just back out. He was Aelfwaerd, a god! He would not be deterred by some bad news!
“Oh spirits! Come forth, for I am your master! Your sacrifices, paid in the deaths of hundreds of virgin felines and one defininitely not a virgin masseur! In exchange, bind my servant to this body! Nurarihyon, come forth!”
An aura of dark power would swirl around him and the circle below would begin to glow as the aura began to become filled up with illusionary cat skulls...and one human one, swirling as a decidedly non-dead looking smoke figure, a white one, began to slowly drift down into his body, causing an involuntary shriek of pain from the body before the aura dispersed and the figures dissapearing, the ritual completed.
Meanwhile, Zackky was cowering in fear above on his cliff. What sort of demon was this person? Escape was surely impossible now, such a being could never have missed him, what was he thinking? Fear filled his heart and mind as the figure stood up from the ground below him, speaking and looking up at the cliff where he was hidden.
“I can sense you creature, come out now before I cut your head.”
This was Nurarihyon of course, Aelfwaerd had been knocked out by accident, leaving Nurarihyon alone in this place, memories of a girls life being painfully crammed into his head. Ninjutsu, Kyojin, a hand piercing a body, Pudding….the fuck was this? Wait a minute...was that Aelfwaerd-Sama! He tried to get up from the seat, but to his surprise found himself practicly glued to it. Well, time to deal with this creature. It had suddenly dropped down from it’s hiding place, cowering on the ground like an idiot!
Zackky was beyond afraid as the demonic figure recognized him. All of his short life flashed before him, the other dragons and training and techniques. Where had it gotten him in the end? Paralysed in fear by this figure...this amazing creature of nature! But what could he offer in exchange for the continuation for his life? Perhaps...no he couldn’t! But he had to. For his own life, the contract would have to be signed by this monster. It was a disgrace to do such an act...but his clan didn’t need to know that, did they? No, he had just recognized the woman’s power, definitely. it was time for the closing act, if this didn’t work he would die. The scroll poofed in front of him as he spoke.
“Oh great force of nature, I humble ask of you to sign this contract of the dragons. It is said that it is a dragon’s greatest honor to find a worthy summoner, and for you to do so would mean the world to me.”
So Nurarihyon was left with the obvious choice of killing this dragon creature. After all, that could be a slavery contract for all he knew. But for some reason….he was stopped by a...girlish hand? Turning around, all he saw was a smiling Aiko yelling “THIS. IS. SPARTA! before he was sparta kicked into a mental pit. Oh, she had the best timing to wake up. Who the hell was that guy anyway. Turning back to the situation at hand and sliding into the mental seat, a cheerful aura would surround her and she would say “Ok, thanks!” signing it in blood as instructed to do if she had ever found such a thing at the academy, flying away to go crash somewhere random leaving a bewildered dragon behind. Wasn’t it fun to be a random person? Meanwhile, Zackky was totally annilhilated mentally. A practical god of death in personality...it could change that fast? It was so much to take in, that he passed out. Perhaps not the best thing to do when your a dragon in the middle of the forest.
+contract with the dragons
+10 stats
+24 words towards CR
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Re: Spas, Satanic Rituals and Dragons (solo, done)
Mon Dec 29, 2014 12:39 am
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