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Xoryu
04/18/2007 8:54 PM

...The fickle summer breeze carved its path over the elegant emerald field, the blades of grass bending and twisting about in the gentle caress of the warming winds..such a carefree sanctuary, this place was, only adding to the despair which would soon befall it, with the entrance of the calamity from the omniverse...

...A grid of energy seemed to phase into reality, made primarily of Ryoichi and a few other energies, particles of matter scattered throughout, as these particles began to siphon and separate, each various element pouring into a small 'hollow cubicle' within the grid, that cube being tinted a dark slate gray, as the element's number seemed to carve itself into the cube...

...This grid like frame began to twist and turn, slowly forming a three dimensional outline of a figure, the cube's seeming to liquefy and pour into the mold, the grid around the now empty cube seeming to shatter as the energy was pulled in, slowly but surely forming the outline of a humanoid being...

...As the last of the grid vanished into the mold, a brilliant flash overtook the area, photons being thrown to the far corners of the field as the light slowly began to fade away, revealing what seemed to be a young man, seeming to be of the human species and possibly in early teens...

...The young man stood at roughly five foot eight, the fickle breeze tossing his pony tail chaotically about behind him, as he gave a slight yawn, slowly walking to the closest tree as he propped against the trunk, and began to wait...

antiscien
04/20/2007 7:26 PM

The pressure on the ground above caused Voran's coffin to creak and groan. It'd been a long, long time since there was any hint of activity other than the slithering of worms in the ground around him. Voran cracked his jaw and wiggled his fleshless, bony fingers. He wished he'd still had his human eyes so he could see the look on the face of the poor soul that stood above him when he emerged from the ground, groaning and reeking of rotting flesh. He took a deep breath - not that he really breathed air, it was more for dramatic effect - and thrust his fist upward and through the top of the coffin. Dirt poured down on top of him, but he easily pushed his way upward, toward the surface. He advanced, grunting and laughing to himself, until he felt his hand burst from the soil, and he wrapped his lifeless fingers around an ankle...

silver_runner
05/03/2007 8:14 PM

bane not far away felt a undead awakaning his cloak hung over what looked like armor a massive sword hung on his back "well seem today wont be so boring after all" he ran in the the hood of his cloak flue off showing the face of a 21 year old a eye pach coverd his left eye. he tossed aside the cloak show black armor with a simbol on it that made demons and undead alike qwake he was a demon hunter. "its been to long let the hunt begin"

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