While Tetsuya slept in the Moon Village, Roze stood atop of a tree, her white cloak billowing in the wind. "A war?" She asked as a messenger ninja handed her the reports. She waved him away. "Tetsuya... Where are you?" She asked, worrying. With a leap, she ran into the forest, searching for the Moon Village, the black blossom embedded on her cloak symbolyzing her from the Black Sakura Clan.
With a wave of his hand, Sessamaru dispelled the gust beneath Kyoshi, while wind needles tore through a nearby tree. The tree was soon cut in half, falling over. "You're full of yourself..." He whispered with a chuckle.
"Thank you," He replied, almost finished with the cloak. "New record..." He chuckled, seeing that not only was it flawless, but it was nearly finished so quickly. He finished his steak as he finished the cloak. "With benefits..." He added, waving Shiarra over to him.
Name: Rozenkruiz (Or Roze) Souleater Age: 20 Appearance: Type of Ninja: Stealth Clan: Black Sakura Bio: Life-long rival of Tetsuya, Roze left the Black Sakura Village as she searches for him, leaving it in the care of their elder. Roze will not give up her search until she can defeat and drag Tetsuya back into the village. While travelling, she also acts as a mercenary, murdering the masses that get in her way. She is now much closer to her childhood rival... and lover. (Yes, she has a secret crush on Tetsuya). ((Better?))
Ooc: Alright, I'll find one... Hold up.
Sessamaru shook his head with a chuckle "You think This One has wings?" He asks, seeing his hair outspread by his own wind aura "This One is Forgotten..." He replied as he released his wind aura. He took a liking to the young boy named Kyoshi. "So, you, too, are Wind Elemental?" He asked, amused by his power.
Ooc: TB, is it alright to add in Roze? Or do you want me to add a pic? BIC: Tetsuya hung his head low, feeling even more guilty. "When will this end?" He asked, the moon rising over his head. His arms were across his chest, warming him as he sat cross-legged. His eyes were closed. He could no longer shed tears...
"After living a long time, you eventually get the hang of it..." He replied with a smile, the grin gentle. He slowly ate his steak as he continued on the cloak.
"Sessamaru..." He repeated softly, the scent of roses and honey emitting from his figure. His long white hair danced softly in the wind, his eyes glowing softly. Sessamaru ran his gloved fingers through his long white mane. "And you are?" He asked politely.
"This One is glad that you enjoy the elk," He smiled, burying the bones in honour. He respected life and he made sure its death was quick. He began to work with the elk hide and fur, making a cloak. "This will not talk long," he whispered gently, stitching the hides and furs together.
((Hold up for a sec...) Name: Rozenkruiz (Or Roze) Souleater Age: 20 Appearance: Ebony skin, long black hair, white cloak with white leather armour, amber-coloured eyes, five-foot two inches, slender. Wields two katanas at her hips, two daggers criss-crossing near her bum. Leather belts criss-cross around her hips and chest. She wears a mask that covers the bottom half of her face. Type of Ninja: Stealth Clan: Black Sakura Bio: Life-long rival of Tetsuya, Roze left the Black Sakura Village as she searches for him, leaving it in the care of their elder. Roze will not give up her search until she can defeat and drag Tetsuya back into the village. While travelling, she also acts as a mercenary, murdering the masses that get in her way. She is now much closer to her childhood rival... and lover. (Yes, she has a secret crush on Tetsuya). BIC: Tetsuya slumps against a wall, coughing slightly. He felt cold.
Subconsciously, he drew his dai-katana strapped to his left hip. He felt lost as he stared at his own reflection. The blade felt heavy in his right hand, causing it to drop as he began to walk away, dying on the inside. He remained silent.
"Now, if you like." He answered, preparing another steak for Sylis.
Blindly, he turned his head to acknowledge Rei, his body stiff. His eyes were shadowed, but obviously pained, while his forlorn face made him look older. His shoulders slumped all the more, as if another burden was casted onto his back. ((lol))
Sessamaru turned "Nice to see you," He spoke, hearing Sylis land.
The drow turned and saw his pursuer. The Dark Elves were a feared race, adept in hunting, assassinating, and the magnitude of cruelty. Their ears were sharper and their eyes more malevolent, with the ability to see in the dark. Their infrared sight was fearsome enough. "Boy, if you follow me, or even come near me, I will cut you down before you take the first step," He threatened, his tone cool and casual.
"In due time, all will be said..." He said with remorse, waiting for the final person to appear. Something on his right hip shook and moaned, giving off an ominous aura. "But, to be brief, This One is an Immortal of Light... Chosen to be one, at the least... But, to add on, He is not from here..." He added, his hands about to reach his hood to reveal himself. He had a dramatic pause, his own heart racing. How much longer will he endeavor harrassment for his exotic existence? Ignoring his own fears, he casted back the hood, revealing his long snow white hair, his bone-bleached skin, his glowing pupil-less green eyes, and his obsidian black eyelids. He looked seventeen years, but was in fact older. "This One's name... Sorurobu Bureakeru VII, Sessamaru..." He spoke, using his family name, his hiering birth, and his Chosen Name. "Nice to meet you Kyoshi..." ((OOC: Sorry if I add things that I may not mention, but making your own race is so... complexed '>.>))
Sessamaru chuckled at the sardonic joke, unable to ignore the smile he placed upon the facade. "Well said, friend."
Quickly, he got to work, making the elk medium-rare, his favourite. As it finished, Sessamaru placed the steak upon a plate that he magically conjured, giving it Shiarra. "Medium-rare, then." He said with a smile.
Tetsuya stood there, broken. He heard the report, but his body didn't respond. He just stood there. What more can I do than just kill? How can I save anyone without killing?! His thoughts continued to cycle. But his answers to redemption would never surface, his amends forever lost.
