AN UNHEARD PRAYER [ NERO ]

[ayamu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #FF5C5C; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] THE BLOSSOM OF HOPE , curiosity had managed to ensnare the young LUCAVI warrior, Miumi, as a few hushed whispers about their superior VINCENT VALENTINE and his origins. This piqued Miumi’s interesting a certain location called MIDGAR , which had almost been reduced to ruins apparently and was currently in a cycle of reconstruction or it was rumored. Miumi crept soundlessly throughout the lab to grab a medium size satchel that was filled with a kit, which contained the various tools of Miumi’s trade as a RESEARCHER and FIELD INTEL . He slowly pulled the leather satchel vertically across his chest and also would adjust his holster for his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI ensuring his precious scythe was easily within his reach. Miumi quickly rushed out of the room the whirl of the door the only sign of his presence and by the time one of the lab technicians would peak his head out Miumi was already at the end of the hallway. Miumi managed to track down another member of the scouting team whom were going to investage the village of WUTAII but would drop Miumi off near the SECTOR FIVE CHURCH . Miumi soundlessly boarded the gummy-ship and took up refuge within the cargo bay laying on top of one of the crates with his head pressed against his arm which lulled lazily off the edge. His body was sprawled out much like a cat and he didn’t stir once until natural light would flicker in as the cargo bay doors had been opened at which point he would bring his arms instinctively over his face as he tried to adjust the blinding light. They would yell up at Miumi whom slowly turned his head towards them and leaned over the edge his body suddenly flipping over the edge, it almost looked like it would be painful but mid-descent Miumi’s body would twist by use of his tail to change his momentum and as he landed his leather garbed hands would place against the ground, while his one foot remained in a sprinters position and the other slid across the ground dispersing the pressure. He looked up with a childish smile and they would only chucked as they reached into a small bag giving Miumi something that was called a CELL-PHONE to use while on this planet to contact them or for them to contact them when they were getting ready to leave. Miumi would nod his head at their explanation and also reached up to wipe the drool from his face as he approached the open bay doors and would shield his eyes from the harsh light. They had landed in the midst of a semi-barren field where little life had grown and what was growing right now were lichen. None the less they provided sparse patches of contrasting color against the brown earth. He slowly stepped down and looked a small puddle that was nearby. His sable locks had been pulled into a loose pony tail and had curled from the humidity upon the gummi-ship and it was bound up with a crimson ribbon. His body would move down the steel slanted platform the inch and half heels clicked against the steel and he probably would have fallen if it weren’t for the various leather straps which went up his legs and were held in place by small golden buckles. A small leather skirt which which was lined with fabric to mimick a checker board and leather tights covered his lower body. Meanwhile his midsection was ensnared by a variety of belts made of different materials ranging from metal chains to leather straps which had been laced intricately through the loops on his skirt. His navel was exposed as the black shirt he wore was split an inch above it and flared outwards exposing most of is mid-drift and the only thing that protected him from the winds which swept across the plain was a rather thick leather jacket which had a fur lined hood. He would slowly begin to walk across the field waving to his team-mates whom were closing the bay doors and prepping to take off to go to WUTAII . The sudden change in pressure would cause an unnatural wind to sweep across the plain causing Miumi’s earrings to jingle against one another and his bangs to part revealing the amaranthine stone inscribed with a runic symbol that had fused with his skull. His tongue would flick outwards grazing the lip rings that he had as he would walk across the plain approaching the ruins. He looked at the mangled and twisted bodies of steel in a state of awe as he would grow closer. He could hear rustling and movement occasional and he watched as a few bandits would emerge. They brandished make-shift weapons composed of elongated jagged rusty poles and dirty knives. Miumi wasn’t going to waste his time and would smile as slowly he stepped backwards until his back pressed against a steel beam that was fairly mangled and as one of the thieves would lunge at him. He would giggle as he pushed upwards his foot flying outwards connecting with the man’s face and upon pushing down he would propel himself upwards in the next movement. His hand shooting out grabbing on a twisted piece of infrastrcutre and he pulled himself up into it and quickly took off taking notice of a fairly intact building in the distance it was the SECTOR FIVE CHURCH . His body moved quickly across hole-filled roofs being careful of how he shifted his weight and a childish smile adorned his lips as he felt care free as he twisted within the air. He would quickly land near the church taking notice of all the debris that lingered around it and how the church seemed almost untouched aside from holes and damage to the roofs. Miumi would approach the gargantum doors and push. He could feel the resistance of rusty hinges and as the doors slid open a waft of dust flew backwards sending Miumi to a coughing fit as well as prompting him to bring his petite doll-like porcelain hands to cover his nose. His eyes stung as the dust blinded him temporarily but after a few minutes when Miumi opened his eyes he took notice of a few broken rotten pews that were scattered about as well as a few holes within the floor. He would say nothing as he walked in listening to the sound of his footsteps resonating. His eyes settled upon a series of golden and alabaster flowers which grew in the center of the church where the floor boards had been removed. He seemed perplexed as the ouside had been dry and barren and only had twisted metal sculptures to decorate it. His gaze would slide upwards even further lingering upon the stained glass, the beautiful rays of color refracting with the gloomy church was somewhat awe-inspiring. A sudden sound would cause Miumi to tense his entire body would spiral and his voice would cut through the holy silence. “Is someone there?

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[thesable]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-left: 25px solid #510620; background: #121111; width: 450px; padding: 20px 10px 20px 20px, bTable][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; -moz-transform:rotate(11deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(11deg); -o-transform:rotate(11deg); width: 100px; height: 100px; float: right][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 1; -moz-transform:rotate(3deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(3deg); -o-transform:rotate(3deg); width: 103px; height: 103px; float: right; background: #510620; margin-right: -86px] [/style][STYLE=float: top; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: #510620; font-size: 26pt; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: 30px 0px 0px -5px]THERE CAN BE NO BETTER WAY OF KNOWING[/style][STYLE=font-family: 04b03; font-size: 7pt; color: #9f9aa2; line-height: 1; float: center; text-align: justify; width: 265px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: -2px]In a world beyond controlling; Are you going to deny the Savior in front of your eyes? Give into the night.[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: -4px; width: 368px; background: #510620; height: 9px] [/style][STYLE=color: #9f9aa2; width: 368px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 7px] Home, home... What was home exactly? A place for a body? A place to rest? A place where you heart could beat in peace? He had no home. It had taken a long time, much longer than he'd ever expected, but Nero the Sable had finally happened upon Gaia once again. This Planet, though it had never given him anything homely for as long as he could remember, was the closest thing he had to one. He'd been parted from it for some time now, having traversed the expanse of the darkness to try and find his way back. Instead, he'd ended up on a different world each and every time. Strange beings, talking animals, the list of oddities he'd encountered was soon to become endless. He thought coming back to Gaia would end his journey, would cause him to feel more at peace, less restless, like he'd finally found what he was looking for. Instead, he felt nothing. The Sable was consumed by a never ending emptiness, a void in his soul as expansive and huge as the darkness itself. Before, in a time long since passed, he had looked back to his return to this place. He envisioned the joy of being on familiar earth, looking up at a sky that he'd only actually seen a few times, but knew was his own. The Tsviet would have immediately returned to Deepground in search of what his heart had previous ached for, what his soul was practically screaming at him to find. Instead, he'd lost the fire, the fight, the drive. Nero had questioned everything he had once previously believed to be truth, which unfortunately, had been the only truths he'd ever believed in his life. When his feet hit familiar ground, when crimson eyes scoured the ruins of Midgar, he couldn't bring himself to go to the center of it all. To plunge into the depths of the dark and search for what had previously been the only light in his life. He was beyond lost at this point, nothing but a ghost of the past haunting the broken pieces of a world he'd never gotten to fully explore. Nero had never before explored the Slums of Midgar. Any time he was sent out of Deepground had been on a mission. Missions were closely monitored; the objective was stated, then completed, and they returned to Deepground. The only time the Sable Tsviet had tried to make a run for freedom, a time when he was very young and naive, he'd been shot with a tranquilizer dart before he could take more than five steps. Exploring the free world had been out of the question. Even when he'd gained the freedom they'd all wished and worked for, Weiss's condition kept him from appreciating any sights that he may have been able to see. Now, the naive Tsviet could take in everything he'd been missing out on in the first twenty three years of his life, a real breeze against his face, the light of the moon, things that had once seemed impossible. Though, he mused as he stared at the Church, which seemed oddly pure and put together, considering the rest of the area, those who had lived in the Slums had a similar experiece as he'd had. They never got to see the sky, but had the option of leaving the slums. Often, they hadn't felt the sun's warmth, correct? Still, they weren't forced to kill friends and family, total strangers, acquaintances, anyone and everyone on a daily basis just to continue on living. Because of that, he'd never pity them. Curious, and looking for any distraction to not go and immediately locate his brother, Nero quietly peered into the Sector Five Church. It was a sight he'd never seen before. The place was dirty, a wreck, completely trashed in some places, yet it radiated something he felt like he shouldn't bear witness to. It felt ... Pure. It was pure in a different sense than he'd ever known, considering Weiss to be the most pure thing in his life. He took a few steps in, his catlike steps still making the worn wood creak beneath his feet. There was no one around that he could see, and if he could remember correctly, the Slums were all but abandoned now, after Meteor and Omega. He walked forward, careful to make sure that his metal wings didn't scratch against any of the strewn pews. The stained glass let in a barrage of colorful lights, all shining down to floor where flowers grew. A feral feeling, something sentimental, tugged at Nero's heart as he gazed at the delicate petals of the light colored blooms. When he was smaller, he'd always wished to see and touch the things that he and other Tsviets had been denied as children. Even on his monitored missions, he'd taken time to touch blades of grass and trees, listen to birds, close his eyes and enjoy the warmth of the sun. Now, even in a place of such decadence, he was watching a miracle of nature. Yet, as he stared at them, as much as he yearned to touch them and accomplish a goal the younger version of himself had set out to do, he couldn't bring himself to do it. His hand, marred by black tattoos of darkness, calloused from years of handling pistols and ending lives, everything it touched would die. Something as innocent as flowers growing in a miraculous location, they deserved no such fate. Nero's sensitive hearing picked up on sounds from the outside. Not wishing to be seen, but rather, to continue to pass as a ghost through his home world, the man slipped into the shadows where he belonged. Not long after the Church doors swung open once more, and in snooped a rather curious being. The Sable could immediately identify him as something unnatural, something not birthed from Gaia. Nero continued to watch the odd boy move through the Church, inspecting various things. He shifted slightly in his spot, about to summon a portal to leave, when his wing scratched against a nearby surface, frightening the boy in the room. Crimson eyes peered from behind a restrictive mask and his lips parted to sigh in annoyance. He hadn't mean to attract any attention ... He could just slip out and away ... Let the boy think he'd heard nothing but the ghost of a man. But, where's the fun in that? "Nothing for you to concern yourself with," Nero whispered from the shadows, stepping forward and eyeing Miumi with a curious gaze, "I was just taking my leave." words: 1,109 tags: Ugh terrible I'm so sorry D:, Miumi, Night made me a template! credits: made by gimmick/echo of BtN[/style]

[ayamu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #FF5C5C; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] A GHOST OF THE PAST RETURNS , it plagued MIUMI with its koi, husky whispers from the darkest recesses of Miumi’s minds with but a single phrase, a command, no a mission; to find ALTIMA . That voice was the parting gift of that wretched BLACK MAGE whom robbed MIUMI of his past. GEOROFF , realizing that the embers of his life were going out from the injury he had sustained from MIUMI had decided that he would take the wretched LUCAVI scum with him and waited until MIUMI took on the form of a new host, a child whom he had effortlessly slaughtered to strike, and with his dying breathe he called down divine, amaranthine bolts of lightning to judge the unholy beast. Alas, he failed in his efforts to kill MIUMI only managing to rob him of the memories of his past, as well as the essence of whom he used to be. Miumi could still recall starring at the polished surface of PALADAIN’S SHIELD extending his hand outwards to touch the hand which reflected back at him, only to realize that it was himself and that he was alone. He could still recall falling asleep during the Siberian nights of the DALMASCAN WESTERSANDS alone with nothing more than rags coiling around his body to shield him from the environments and his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI to protect him. The only solstice he had was the ability to lay there in the cold crying himself to sleep in an effort to ease the aching emptiness within his chest, which made it hard for him to breathe, often making those sobs come out as uneven wheezes until he eventually would black out. He thought he had found a paradise when he found RABANASTRE , however it was merely an illusion masking the hellish world he was about to enter. He remembered sharp pangs of pain that resonated through his stomach and spread through the entirety of his petite body, but oddly they numbed him to the pain in his chest. He could still remember the harsh beatings from the RABANASTRE GUARDS when he had resorted to becoming a PICKPOCKET to sustain himself and it worked until he got caught. He remembered the pristine, well-maintained and polished chain mail gloves falling upon him snapping one of his floating ribs. He remembered how when screamed out in such a feral tone, how the guards only laughed and mocked him and those whom walked by turned a blind-eye to what they saw. Miumi remembered whispering the words “HELP ME. “ over and over as he prayed for it all to end, but the world was cruel and forced him to go. He recalled blacking out at some point and awakening in a bed in the CLAN CENTURIO compound with a male VIERA with snow white-hair hovering over him. That VIERA was GENE , whom had taken it upon himself to save the groveling street urchin. The strange MAGICKS the other wove in an attempt to ease his pain and for the first time MIUMI didn’t feel the dull ache resonating through his chest. It was that man whom gave MIUMI a reason to live, albeit it was simply for him, he gave him the strength to raise up onto his own legs once more, taught him the skills he needed to survive and ensured that MIUMI would prosper. That man, GENE had become MIUMI’S light, only to be extinguished far too soon for MIUMI , however that turn of events only pushed Miumi harder, he trained until his skin would blister and spilt forming jagged scars and lacerations from twirling his blade and spilling the blade of the animals of the wild. It was in his recklessness that he ultimately ended up here in a way, as he had been found by the ACADEMY in the YARSING LABYRINTH and ultimately became a member of their RESEARCH LAB , albeit with a hidden motive of trying to find out whom this ALTIMA truly was. That very motive brought Miumi to this CHURCH and as he spiraled around the room looking for the source of the noise, NERO , whom emerged from the shadows. Miumi took a cautious step backwards as he fully emerged his feet stepping just short of the flower-bed in the center of the church whilst his muscles tensed. It wasn’t until a soft, sour breeze wafted in through the open doors of the church causing the velvety, golden-yellow petals to brush against his fair-skin did Miumi flinch. His entire body jerked as his gaze slid sideways lingering upon the flowers, which had touched his leg and a slow deliberate breathe slid from betwixt his lips. As the other announced his leave, Miumi felt a spark of similarity between the two. Miumi’s voice sudden broke the holy silence once more with an abrupt command, which quickly turned into a soft, sincere plea. “ Please don’t go… Tell me about this place.”

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Miumi said with an almost longing, soft tone. Miumi’s hands slid down by his sides nervously as he slowly turned away from the other approaching the rotted alter gingerly and allowing his fingers to run over the weather-smoothed and moss coated surface. His eyes slid back up to the colored glass before he slowly descended back to the floor with a slight thud as his feet hit the ground. He approached the fragrant flowers of golden yellow, fair white and a shade of orange. He slowly would kneel down bringing his fingers beneath the petals of one and gently craned downwards sniffing it. IT smelt nice, compared to the stale and stagnant air, but it reminded Miumi of GALBANA LILIES .

Slowly he placed his finger in the middle of the stem allowing his nail to dig into the sinewy surface of the flower and break it half. He slowly lifted up the green shaft and the flower and walked over to the other and offered it to him. He said in a soft voice.

“ They smell pretty.”

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