Post by ayamu on Nov 10, 2012 14:53:28 GMT -5
| [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;] AN UNSPOKEN, HARSH TRUTH , soundlessly Miumi rose upwards, whilst his hand remained pressed against his eerie icy blue eye. His fingers had clenched digging his obsidian lacquered nails into his alabaster flesh, which turned it a shade of enflamed red. Why would he, yet alone anyone inflict harm upon themselves. Dreams, they had plagued Miumi as of lately with images of his past, most of which he had no recollection of. At that point Miumi had become aware of the pained, labored sound of his breathes, which came out rapidly, shallowly only broken apart by the quivering of his body. His free arm had draped itself around his legs and pulled them closer to his core as he attempted to seek comfort and console himself. He allowed his gaze to slide downwards and settle upon the pendent that GENE had given him, despite the painful memories he would allow his hand to grow lax against his face slowly sliding downwards with a single tear. It would close around the cool, crude metal exterior before he soundlessly traced the intricately tear-drop shaped crystal. Soon after his hand closed upon it he vaguely remembered the warmth of GENE , the face of GOBI , and even the voice of the ACADEMY director HOPE , which caused his lips to turn upwards into a smile. He would crane his head towards the moon but stopped abruptly to take notice of the distant glow upon the horizon. He would slowly crawl towards the edge of the cold, metallic, tin roof which he had been laid down upon. How had he missed that? Perhaps it was because he had started so far away and wanted to explore the ruins of another civilization that he had gotten tunnel vision. Slowly he rose upwards and hovered above the ground as he stood upon the very edge of the metallic platform. Slowly he lent forward and gravity and momentum would overwhelm him and he plummeted towards the ground. In the midst of his fall his tail would extend outwards grabbing his ankle and gave it a twist which shifted his momentum into a spiral. As he came in for a landing his body sprawled outwards similar to a cat so when he landed his one foot locked into the ground while the other skidded backward, meanwhile his left hand would press gently upon the ground. His gaze shifted soundlessly upwards to where he had leapt from for a moment as memories of NERO & WEISS flooded his thoughts. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment until his lung stung and whispered their silent burning desire for fresh air. He would allowing the breath to slid from his nostrils and giggled softly as wisps of steam slid from his nose much like dragons of legend. He quickly leaned forward and allowed his leg to piston and propelled himself forward with earth-shattering force, the proof of that had been the small crater left where he pushed offwards. He would move quickly across the plain like a zephyr as his body bent forward to reduce the wind resistance. The howl of a distant wolf would cause him to smile as he sensed a kindred spirit. He lost track of how long he had been running only knowing that his lungs burned and screamed for a break and that the lactic acid spreading throughout his muscles felt like his insides were on fire. He kept pushing onwards through that was until his foot would get caught in a small rut. Suddenly he fell forward a thud and he felt a pop within his ankle region. Instantly out of instinct he bit down upon his lips as his vision flashed white from the pain to prevent himself from screaming. Slowly he would extend his hand downwards gently grabbing mid-shin and slowly began to extract his foot and allowing his fingers to gingerly palpate his ankle. Even the gentlest of his prods would elicit a low-pained hiss from his lips. He wasn’t sure what he had done to it but he would slowly reach for his beloved scythe and extracted it from its holster and would press the button which caused a sudden billow of wind as the blade unfurled into its full size. He would press upon one of the pivot joints changing the blade’s position upwards to pierce the sky. He slowly planted it firmly into the ground actually piercing it downwards with the blunt edge an inch or two deep so that it could support his weight as he rose up unsteadily. He would place a gently pressure on his injured ankle and felt his knee buckle, but he didn’t fall over instead he fell against the pole. He would slowly begin to walk onwards though using his one good leg and barely allowing his injured leg to press against the ground. His eyes would widen as those distant howls had grown closer which caused a cold, nervous sweat to break out upon his brow. He would stumble forward once more the city was so close it seemed to be almost a shame that he would fall there. However, lady luck would beseech him as the wolves approached from some nearby rubble in front of him giving him time to react. He would summon forth FIRE with a sudden muted chant, however suddenly the night was light ablaze as crimson arcs flew from his hand in the form of an angry swarm of butterflies, they glimmered in every shade from red to purple including white before they would explode, albeit this entire swarm was made up of tiny centimeter wide butterflies; as he could only summon one large. He would listen to their howls of pain as he would stumble onward trodding across the scorched ground giving a dismissive glance towards his foes. It was only once he made it towards EDGE CENTER near what appeared to be a water fountain did he collapse. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; line-height: 10px; color: #FF5C5C; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] WORDS 800 + TAGS DEN-DEN NOTES New template/ testing CREDIT coded by butters of btn [/style] |
