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09-14-2007, 06:04 PM
wow.....i really have to catch up with this again........i have alot of reading to do....lol
 If love is stupid, then I stupid you!  An Apple A Day Keeps Anyone Away If You Throw It Hard Enough...
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01-24-2008, 01:18 AM
 oh my gods this is about the best story Ive read in years, kanji have you ever thought about writing your own novels? your so good at writing. You guys should make another story I want to read more.
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01-24-2008, 06:00 AM
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Sorry but it died along time ago... We may one day finish this.. but i doubt it. I do wish to continue this but most people no longer come on line or are inactive (my self included). "To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer."
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01-24-2008, 04:02 PM
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Swiftant's Return part 1 -
01-31-2008, 06:45 AM
*Picking up from where I left off - both Suzette & Swiftant had a physical misundersanding, which resulted in Swiftant fainting, right after he confessed his love to Suzette ^__^*
By SuicideSuicide aka Suzette: Quote:
"Who... What are you?", I cautiously ask. Thinking: My companion isn't normal. He lacks any readings of existence. I can't sense a vestige of life from him at all. With the magnitude of darkness disabling my sense of sight, I can only inquire the cause of my confusion. "What am I? Hu hu hu... I think the more pressing matter at hand is who you are...", the anonymous sound closes in. "I'm-", I pause, my mouth opened, in surprise at a failed attempt to name my identity. "Are you now?", the voice sniggers, "Your origins, your way of life, your purpose... Do you not possess any of them?" There is a moment of silence, as I muster the best of my arrogance and tenacity. "Too bad, I guess... I don't need any of that which you speak of.", I answer it. "A bold suggestion... But no one can live without anything..", the voice begins. "Suggestion? Hmph, I'm not just anyone.", I cut in, "My will to survive all odds bears witness against your criterion." "Hu hu hu... Well-said... Let I, Yogensha, put your words to the test, then!" As the entity speaks, the space in my vicinity distorts. The darkness whirls and gradually sets a formation of six mirrors, before sliding away to the sides, leaving the lifesize mirrors to surround me. "Anger, coldness, cunning, evil, revenge, and self-reproach...", Yogensha iterates. An amazing sight greets me: Each structure is concealed with an element: The first is in flames, the second frozen in a block of ice, the third oozing with poison, the forth retains black as its original color, the fifth is in the shape of a gravestone, and the last one is covered in bloodstains. "Fiery; Frost; Venom; Shadow; Vengeance; Kamikaze, reveal yourselves!", Yogensha cries in his reverberating voice. **Yeah, I'm back! XD~! Geez, I didn't realize how difficult it was to adjust my mentality for writing again >_< Kanji, SS, and all the others, my apologies! =D I'll continue later in response to your other posts, when I'm not so exhausted. Edit: The scene above takes place in my unconsciousness, by the way.** There's no such thing as happy endings, for when you find true love, happiness is everlasting.
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Swiftant's Return part 2 -
01-31-2008, 12:33 PM
"Fiery; Frost; Venom; Shadow; Vengeance; Kamikaze, come forth!", Yogensha cries in his reverberating voice.
As soon as he commands, the atmosphere intensifies. I feel as though a heavy force of unimaginable power is crushing everything between the uppermost part of my body to the ground. My heart skips a beat, in the process of my inspection of the unbelievable phenomenon. Right there and then, six pairs of hands stretch toward me, connected to the planes of the mirrors themselves! One by one, my reflections come striding out of their fictional dimensions, each with both Zeus and Raijin equipped as weapons. Their faces are completely emotionless and their actions seem lifeless, as if a ventriloquist is manipulating them, of his will. Abiding by a will of my own, I immediately clasp the katars, to level the playing field. "Using my abilities against me, huh...", I mock Yogensha for his lack of creativity. "Technically, not. But I imagine their strength should bring this battle to an equilibrium, at least..." "Fine, let's see what you've got." "Attack.", Yogensha instigates. The look-alikes suddenly charge relentlessly at me, the blades of their katars pointed at my heart and head. Dodging their barrage of potent swings and cling clangs, by hurling my lightweight body onto the mirror planes and hopping to the other, I manage to analyse their speed. "Hmph, and to think I thought I'd get a challenge out of this...", I calmly say, to nowhere in particular. "Don't you get it yet? Where're you're in... This is YOUR mind!! Behold the midst of your subconsciousness, with every negative aspect you've ever experienced!", Yogensha exclaims. "I'll admit I'm a little disappointed at myself, for being weak-minded, but it doesn't change the fact you're still going down, Yogensha.", I proclaim his premature defeat. "Is that so? Even if your mind has become my puppet? Very well then, unleash...", Yogensha gives another set of commands. Almost instantly, a tornado of fire heads in my direction. I sideflip, nearly getting caught ablaze, just to be targeted by balls of ice that freezes and breaks anything they come into contact with. Using my multiple image technique, I boost my evasion of those quite easily. To my shock, a dozen black figures rise in front of my images, without exceptions, and slash at them. Simultaeneously, they fade away as I leap backwards to avoid being dealt the same fate. Thinking: What is this sense of nostalgia spreading through me? Why is it growing more vivid by the techniques my reflections strike me with? But I do not have time to try reminiscing, because in the meantime, one reflection has shot arrows at me, five at an interval. I hardly escape from its destructive properties - an arrow infused with venom at its tip burns a small hole in my cloak. Reasons sufficient to quickly find myself sprinting around in a constant cycle of patterns. My eyes catch a glimpse of two reflections, who aren't bothering to even lift a finger in the chaos. That's it! I run at them, flinging my shurikens at both while I do so. "Uuurgh!", a stabbing pain presents itself in my chest. Thinking: Did the other four's attacks hit me? No.. They're still a good distance behind... I glance up to the two stationary reflections. My shurikens did not fail me. One of them has a deep gash in his forehead and the other has one lodged in his chest. My eyes widen. On the former's head, the skin on the edge of the shuriken are reaching to each other! I watch in frustration as the wound heals up and the shuriken drops to the floor with a clunk. These two are the direct unlikes of one another: The skill of regeneration and pain-infliction. "Give it up, no one can withstand to the negativity in themselves. Resign yourself to me.", Yogensha says. "Like I mentioned... I'm not just anyone.", I tell him, engaged in a hit-and-run combat against the six reflections at the same time, "I am...." My struggle to recall my identity shoves my mental state of oblivion into a zooming film of my flashbacks: How my village was destroyed, how the dragons lied to me, how I had slaved for them in the hopes that they'd help avenge my village's honor, how Shakura had betrayed me, how, in the end, I had finally found companions who were willing to share my dream... Thinking and smiling to myself: Heh, I suppose this is the second time my memories have saved me, eh..? "I am...", my eyes glow crimson, "SWIFTANT!!!" There's no such thing as happy endings, for when you find true love, happiness is everlasting.
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Swiftant's Return part 3 -
01-31-2008, 01:08 PM
"AAARGHHH!!!", I scream, in an explosion of fury lightning from the core of my body, entirely annihilating whatever that invaded my mind.
Seconds passed. Then minutes. Nothing is lunging for my throat, the mirrors were shattered everywhere. "You have done excellently, Swiftant." Thinking: Yogensha?! How could it... The form of an old man begin building up beside me, particle by particle. "You still haven't answered me. Who are you?", I inquire again, this time, with my usual proud tone. "I have already stated it. My name is Yogensha.", he keeps quiet for a moment, screwing his face up in thoughts. "I am a millon year old spirit who have developed my supernatural prowess over the millenniums. Strangely enough, it's become my interest to travel via dimensions and provide faith for the strong. I render help to people, in ways I deem best for them." "So, it was..?" "Yes. It was fundamentally a test of courage. A test to see if you have what it takes to claim the heads of your most powerful enemies... at one go..." I look at him blankly. "You were able to defeat yourself and hence, have been granted new powers, not from any magic jewellery, but from within yourself.", Yogensha claims. This is to much to absorb, it is really too wonderful to be true. "Your friends...", he continues, "are the reason you live, are they not? They're worth the value you place upon them. Each and every single one, indeed. I have met them myself actually, pretty nice bunch you got acquainted with." "You mean you've...", but before I can go on any further, Yogensha holds up his palm. "It's time for you to amend the flaws in your life. Make it up to her, alright?", Yogensha winks at me childishly. "But I still have things I want to clar-", obviously, the old man has a knack for cutting people off halfway when they're talking. "Now GO!!", and darkness falls unto me once more. ****************************************************** "You who calls himself the DragonSin... It was an interesting encounter... Thanks for the fun... Hu hu hu..." The next thing I know, someone is sitting me up, urging me to drink something. It doesn't afford me long to recognize who it is. I gulp down every portion of the strong tasting liquid. The rough flavour on my throat causes me to cough, and the impact, in turn, causes my eyes to open and stare straight into Suzette's. I start to act on the first thing weighing on my mind. "Suzette, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t thinking.", she puts one finger on my lips. Thinking: Oh geez, another cut off..? >_< Suzette leans in, her breath on mine, her bossoms resting against my chest. I can count all her eyelashes, her seemingly poreless face. Her hair curtains our faces, giving us all the privacy we need... And I feel her moist lips touch my own, tentative at first, then gently prying them open with her tongue, and teasing me a little. Suddenly, she pulls back, quivering, and quickly gets up, before running off to the entrance of the cave. I peruse her with understanding. From that view, she looks exactly like an angel in prayer. Following my intuition, I slowly walk up to her figure and delicately put my hands on her shoulders, like I am treasuring a fragile artifact. She spins around in surprise, unintentionally prompting me to release all my love for her into a smile, which tells her all I want to say, without words. "I know what I did was wrong, but, it just felt so right.", Suzette ashamedly mutters, not daring to set her eyes on me. My hand grabs hers in protest. "I know what you mean and what you're feeling. I'm feeling it too.", I confess blatantly. I yearn for her kiss again, letting myself fall into her. (Oh well, there's gotta be an anticlimax somewhere... So...  )All of a sudden, I spot something in the horizon, it is the color of midnight sky. I motion for Suzette to stick behind me while I check out the incoming object of flight. "What is that? I've never seen something like that before." "I don't know, but whatever it is, it's coming right at us!" **Alright, Kanji or someone, you're up next. >=)** There's no such thing as happy endings, for when you find true love, happiness is everlasting.
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KAZUHIDE - The Meeting -
01-31-2008, 06:06 PM
**Remarkable posts Nard-kun! Absolutely stunning! What a great way to re-activate the story. I hope my posts have the same awesomeness as your's**
KAZUHIDE Fayuro beats his black wings hard, as our altitude decreases, we pick up speed and fast approach the Dragon Caves. Through the rushing wind beating on my eyes I can make out Swiftant along with one of the other Dragon Army members: Suzette. Surprise fills me. What is Suzette doing here? This will affect my ability to talk to him in secret. She must be removed. If my plans to make Swiftant defect are discovered before events can be set into motion this shall cause a problem for my old Master. Nevertheless, I continue to descend up the caves. As we approach the ground, I fasten Swiftant's sakkat with strings to my belt. Fayuro lands hard, the ground cracks and breaks under the power of his mighty claws. I softly rub Fayuro's thick scales. "Good job my friend" I speak in a soft whisper. I stand up from Fayuro's saddle, as some thoughts rush about in my head like a baby dragon playing with his mother. I doubt Swiftant knows who I am. We have only had acquaintance once before, it was a long time ago, soon after I first arrived here. Shakura had called a meeting of all Army officials and we both were present. My master always had me watching Swiftant. I hadn't known why, he never seemed anything great to me. Dragon's Kin never sat well with me. Eveything about their righteous indignation I despised. They felt they were the rightful rulers of this land, and they hated and destroyed all who opposed them. Like children crushing ants because they could, and wanted to show off their power over the weak and helpless, wanting to feel as though they had to prove some sort of point to all the rest. It overwhelmed me so that I could not bear it. I focused my thoughts, and forced myself to consider the matter at hand. Suzette as here, along side Swiftant. They appeared to be having a very intense moment. But they had always appeared to be enemies of some sort. Why were they here? Why were they together? I slid off the side of Fayuro, and walked slowly over to the Cave. The sakkat swayed back and forth at my waist. "Swiftant!" I called out. "I need a word with you!"
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