THe Attack

[kami]

Kami fought off demon one after another. ' Where the hell do these guys keep coming from!!!" he said aloud. He finally killed the last demon he could and laied under a tree, panting very hard while blood dripped from his arms and chest. He kept his Blade drawn but laied it close by incase of another attack. He looked up into the sky and thought: 'Even being a half demon I help humans and slay demons and yet most run away when I am demon but help me when I'm a human! Maybe if I stopped saving so many then I could get some rest...'

[Shatan]

¡˅¡Nagurikorosu¡˅¡
¡˅¡Have you heard the news¡˅¡
¡˅¡That you’re dead?¡˅¡
¡˅¡I think they never¡˅¡
¡˅¡Liked you anyway¡˅¡

So many bright lights, they cast a shadow.

Blood; it was a metallic taste on the scent glands upon his forked tongue, unmistakable to him and rather impossible to miss. He turned his sapphire gaze into the wind, the scent catching him full in the face as his tongue melted back into that of a human’s, hiding behind his teeth as he smirked, the lizard tattoo on his face joining in on his mirth. This was the blood of demons; more than less than worthless ones, but demons none the less, and where there were so many slain demons, there was the one that was killing them. He reveled in the scent, the taste, on the wind for a brief moment, his body stock still as only his hair and scarf flowed about in the wind; he could taste no scent of life in the distance, but after all, it was not for a Komodo to find the living, but to find the dead; that was what they were best suited to. Well then, in that case, he’d best get to doing his job; it was time to find the dead from which the scent came.

Letting out a short, barking laugh, something almost wolfish, predatory in its nature, he surged forward, fighting the wind as he headed towards the source of the smell. His human form was indeed the fastest of his forms, but even this speed could not make him feel free or liberated; he would indeed love to transform, but when there was not a single trace of any powerful demon among the dead, he rather doubted that whoever was the cause of this wonderful scent on the air would be even worth laying eyes upon even his secondary form.

The forest would indeed have normally overwhelmed his senses with the tastes and scents of plants and forest life, but now, for once, he could celebrate the fact that it was not life that permeated his senses, but death. The taste of decay on the wind led him deeper within this forest of that hanyou mutt, that pathetic half-breed upstart who claimed such glory. He wondered briefly if it was he who caused all this death, but he rather doubted it; after all, the stench of wet dog—especially one wet with blood rather than water—was quite strong even compared to that of blood and death.

And, indeed, it was not the mutt, the upstart half breed mutt of an upstart canine hanyou that caused this death, but a fox. A worthless fox, a hanyou one at that! And it was no wonder he had caught the scent sooner; it was laced through with blood, and the blood of such a pathetic youkai as a kitsune was not very different from that of the lesser youkai strewn about this area. Even when it was mixed with the blood of humans; especially when it was mixed with the blood of humans, for their blood was hardly important enough to be noticed by such a youkai as he.

His lips spread into a fanged smirk as he slowed his pace and stepped casually toward the tree upon which the hanyou leaned, his sapphire gaze surveying the handiwork he had left. He looked appreciatively on the blood that had been shed over the no longer joyous plants of the forest, but it was without a speck of admiration; a child Dokusatsu could manage this without breaking a sweat, and this hanyou was half dead by the looks of him.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” he hissed, a predator’s smirk on his face as he stood a few feet off from the wounded hanyou, his left hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade, holding it slightly forward, in a position from which he could draw it very easily; more a threat than a precaution, to be sure. “A little kit who didn’t know when to run and hide? A shame, the little thief should have found shelter sooner, or else he may have survived. So sad that he has wasted all his energy now, when the real danger comes,” he continued, clicking his tongue as though to scold the hanyou for being so foolish.

He walked calmly towards the wounded fox, crouching to his side, “Didn’t you know, half-breed, not to play with the big boys? You’d do well to learn your place in this world; even these lesser youkai, little better than animals, are stronger than one whose blood is tainted with the weakness of a mortal. Perhaps you may had lived to learn that, if you had not been so foolish, but now it seems you’ll not survive; I can’t imagine a half-breed fox coming back from such wounds,” he hissed very near to the hanyou’s ear.

Chuckling quietly, the youkai stood and turned away from the pathetic creature, walking off to survey the fallen youkai, smirking the entire time; if he knew a hanyou—and as far as he was concerned, if you knew one, you knew them all—then he’d have an amusing little fight on his hands in mere moments. These pathetic little half-breeds were so predictable.

¡˅¡The Ending of Your Life¡˅¡
¡˅¡If life ain’t¡˅¡
¡˅¡Just a joke¡˅¡
¡˅¡Then why am I¡˅¡
¡˅¡Laughing?¡˅¡

_{Lyrics © My Chemical Romance}

[kami]

"And so what if I am a mere half-breed..."Kami said as he stood up."People like you have died and you dare talk to me..."He pulled his sword up as he caught his breath and held his ground, trying to stay standing long enough.'Its people like this who I don't care if I kill or not...human or not I save them and this one seems to think hes more powerful...' He stopped for a moment as he felt something, something not normal about this person.'It could be just a feeling but...this is no ordanary person...'

[Shatan]

¡˅¡Nagurikorosu¡˅¡
¡˅¡Have you heard the news¡˅¡
¡˅¡That you’re dead?¡˅¡
¡˅¡I think they never¡˅¡
¡˅¡Liked you anyway¡˅¡

So what if you can see the darkest side of me.

The youkai chuckled quietly at the boy’s foolishness; he’d not put this boy above fifteen years, and yet he acted so high and mighty, as though he could take on the world and live to tell about it. Moron. But, for all his stupidity, he did make for a rather amusing show to watch, if nothing else. Honestly, just look at the fool; he could hardly manage to stand, let alone hold up that sword of his, and yet he was gung ho and raring to fight one who was his superior in every way possible: blood, age, strength, skill, and, at least in this form, speed. Most would often confuse this boy’s actions for bravery, but Naguri knew the truth: this was nothing more than pure, disgraceful ignorance.

“Boy, when you’ve lived nine centuries, then we’ll talk, how about that?” he hissed, without even bothering to turn around; if there was even a speck of a brain in that head of his, the boy would recognize this as a blatant insult. The youkai paused, chuckling again as he repeated the boy’s first question, “So what if you’re a half breed?” He shook his head, as if the answer were just so simple that he couldn’t believe the boy had missed it, “You foxes really are all fur and no brain, aren’t you? You half-breeds are disgraces, not even worthy of living among the pitiful humans. The only thing for you to do now is to go slinking off with that fluffy tail between your legs and find a good deep hole to crawl in so you don’t trouble real youkai like myself with the despicable sight of your sorry hide,” Naguri hissed, smirking all the while, his back still turned on the hanyou.

This was truly far too easy; these miserable half-breeds all had the same weakness: the fact that they were half-breeds. All one had to do was to say a couple things about how pitiful they were because of their disgraceful, tainted blood, and they’d be ready to get themselves killed trying—and often failing spectacularly—to prove that they were as good as any other youkai. Problem with that was that they simply weren’t, and never would be, anywhere near the caliber of a true, full-blooded, pure-bred youkai.

The komodo poked one of the fallen youkai with his foot, shoving the corpse over to expose the lethal, life-taking wound of a sword on its underside, extracting a quiet chuckle from the youkai; so this hanyou could fend off a few of these pathetic creatures—poorly, at that—when these things had little more power and no more intelligence than a beast, and he suddenly thought he was on top of the world. Well, he’d need to be reminded of his place. Naguri smirked; it was such a tedious job, and one which brought no honor at all, but he supposed it must be done by someone.

He chuckled; yes, he would just have to do it himself.

¡˅¡The Ending of Your Life¡˅¡
¡˅¡If life ain’t¡˅¡
¡˅¡Just a joke¡˅¡
¡˅¡Then why am I¡˅¡
¡˅¡Laughing?¡˅¡

_{Lyrics © My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace}

[kami]

"So tell me...if I lived 9 centurys...then you are oviouly a half breed yourself...aren't you!" he said as he finally regained his strength to stand.'I had a feeling that this man was a demon...my senses were confused by the blood of these demons but I still knew...' He looked to him and said:"So why should I walk away when you are aswell a half breed..."

[Shatan]

¡˅¡Nagurikorosu¡˅¡
¡˅¡Have you heard the news¡˅¡
¡˅¡That you’re dead?¡˅¡
¡˅¡I think they never¡˅¡
¡˅¡Liked you anyway¡˅¡

Show me that little bit of spine.

His laughter was not even restrained this time; it was not the reserved chuckle that was so common of him. No, at the hanyou’s foolish assertion that he, pure-blooded, full-blooded Komodo youkai, was a hanyou, Naguri burst out laughing, his head tilting back as he stared up into the sky, as though he had just heard the funniest joke of his nine-century life. Could this fox truly be that idiotic, that foolish, that blind, as to believe that he, the very one who had—not two seconds ago, either—said that he was a true youkai, was a hanoyu?

When his laughter finally subsided to mere chuckling, Naguri finally lowered his head back towards the ground, a heavily fanged smirk on his mouth as his demonic energies rose within his body towards his head, changing it rapidly as his skin darkened and hardened into scale, his mouth elongating as fangs sprung from his gums, sharp, long, and relatively vicious. The new mouth curled into a predatory smirk as Naguri stood and turned to face the hanyou, chuckling again.

“Boy, are you honestly so blind as to believe that I am a mere half-breed, that my blood is tainted with that of a mortals? Use that pretty little nose of yours, boy, and take a look at your surroundings, fool; you stand in the presence of a full, pure-blooded demon; show your respect, and know your place,” he hissed harshly, his forked-tongue flicking out of his mouth at the end, just before his demonic energies receded, and his face returned to something much more human, the predatory smirk still fully in place, twisting the mouth of his lizard tattoo into an equally wolfish smirk.

“No mere half-breed could maintain such control over their demon blood; you’d best get rid of those delusions you have that you’ll one day become as strong as a full youkai. It will never happen, and if you continue to believe in such falsities, you’ll end up very dead very soon,” he continued, his sapphire gaze cold as he watched the pathetic hanyou; he doubted a word he had said would get through that impossible thick skull, and he knew full well that even if one did make it in, it would serve only to anger the half-breed, not to help him.

He smirked; so be it, the sooner the little kitten took the first blow, the sooner Naguri could teach him his place in this world.

¡˅¡The Ending of Your Life¡˅¡
¡˅¡If life ain’t¡˅¡
¡˅¡Just a joke¡˅¡
¡˅¡Then why am I¡˅¡
¡˅¡Laughing?¡˅¡

_{Lyrics © My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy}

[kami]

"Unlike most half demons who would rather be full demon and have complete power there are others who prefer to know what they are instead of what they want to be...I dont care if you want to kill me or not but just realize...are you killing me because you know I'm right...or are you killing me because you cant stand to hear what Im saying..."Kami turned his back to him and said:"Everyone wants powers sometime in there life...but most just know they dont need the power..." A thick fog surrounded him as Kami began to walk away...

[Shatan]

¡˅¡Nagurikorosu¡˅¡
¡˅¡Have you heard the news¡˅¡
¡˅¡That you’re dead?¡˅¡
¡˅¡I think they never¡˅¡
¡˅¡Liked you anyway¡˅¡

Is it hard understanding?

Again the youkai laughed at the hanyou’s idiotic words; what did this fool not get about his being a pathetic waste of space on the planet? Honestly, was he that foolish that he could not understand? He was nothing! He was insignificant, even to those pathetic humans; Naguri couldn’t fathom how someone could be that stupid as to not see that when they were being told in clear words. Perhaps it was simply that Naguri didn’t speak idiot, why this fool did not understand.

“Boy, who has been teaching you? Perhaps you ought to check their credibility, because whatever they’ve told you is wrong; what you say are nothing but delusions and falsities; there is not the tiniest speck of fact in your words. Perhaps you ought to learn that before you throwing your foolish words about; after all, it is far better to stay silent and simply be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. You would do well you learn that,” he hissed, his voice dripping condescension.

“And the next time you try and make some one understand something, little kitty, perhaps you ought to make sure you understand it yourself. I am not killing you—you are not worth the effort of cleaning the blood from my claws or your meat from my teeth—there would be no need to kill you, for your own weakness will be your end soon enough. Even if you did die by my hand, I would merely be the messenger, a prophet doing the work of the great conductor of the scheme that killed you: your own lack of strength,” he hissed, smirking the fang-bearing smirk of a predator.

He began to chuckle again as the boy turned to walk off, hissing after him, “Running, are you, boy? A true act of cowardice that only humans are capable of, bravo. I wonder, did your human parent teach you that? Which one was it, eh, your mother or your father, who tainted your blood? But perhaps that one is already dead; after all, the only thing mortals have going for them is running, and they aren’t all that great at it, either,” he hissed amiably.

The youkai continued to chuckle, waiting with well concealed eagerness for the insults to take hold; whether his human whelp of a parent was dead or not, he didn’t know a single hanyou who could stand to hear their human parent insulted. And if the pathetic mortal was dead? All the better; Naguri had seen first hand the effects insulting a dead parent can have on one with demon blood in their veins; after all, simply look at Raion, so calm and collected save for when the slightest ill word is spoken against his fallen parents. His lips curled into a harsh smirk; as yes, he would indeed look forward to another match with the cowardly lion, but it would be so wonderful indeed if he could see the same reaction even in this pathetic half-breed.

¡˅¡The Ending of Your Life¡˅¡
¡˅¡If life ain’t¡˅¡
¡˅¡Just a joke¡˅¡
¡˅¡Then why am I¡˅¡
¡˅¡Laughing?¡˅¡

_{Lyrics © My Chemical Romance}

[kami]

(i agree that my post was abit of power playing and i deserve the punishment but just a heads up...its been 2 years since ive rped on a web site and have not gotten used to it...im sorry for any trouble ive caused and will be happy to quit...)

Kami stopped and said:"My mother was human...my father was demon...a fox demon you idiotic dope..."His teeth began to show more fangs as Kami could feels this mans words sink in.'My parents are dead but what of it...they died protecting me and I cant do anything to bring them back...' he thought as he turned around and said:"Look...I dont care weather you like me being a half breed with no powers..."Ink was flowing down from his hand and a vine suddenly appeared and pulled the man around a tree,holding his arms and legs.Kami walkec over closer but not close enough incase the man escaped."You think you might be the strongest demon among us...but what if you weren't...what if someone found that Jewel that most demons have been looking for...what if they became stronger than you...then to them your just another weakling on this planet like everyone else..."Kami turned and began to walk away. A sudden bolt of lightning fell right in front of the man as Kami said:"My power is unlimited...I control elements with my Ink...and my blade does the same...with only 3 bolts of lightning I can stop almost any heart from beating again, and my fire can burn your flesh off...any other elements I control I'll find a use for them..."Kami walked off as more and more fog rolled in.

[Shatan]

((Okay, not to be mean, but I stated this quite clearly in the rules, and, regardless of the fact that you’re new, I’m not going to back down from enforcing one of the most important rules on any RP site: No Power-playing or God-moding. By automatically having Naguri caught by the vine, you quite blatantly power-played, and in saying that a 17-year-old half-demon can kill anyone with three bolts of lightning; not only is it god-moding, it’s ridiculous. When I accepted the application, I figured you would be able to keep it within realistic bounds (another rule, I might add) but seeing as Kami is a 17-year-old, which would make him little more than a kit as far as power goes, and a hanyou as well, there is no way he could possibly be able to wield that much power; it just doesn’t happen. So, since I stated clearly in the rules that I would not be giving a chance for warning on power-playing or god-moding, for a first offense, you’re character will be beaten down by Naguri so you can see how irritating power-playing and god-moding really is.))

¡˅¡Nagurikorosu¡˅¡
¡˅¡Have you heard the news¡˅¡
¡˅¡That you’re dead?¡˅¡
¡˅¡I think they never¡˅¡
¡˅¡Liked you anyway¡˅¡

Have you heard the news that you’re dead?

Naguri had seen the vine forming; it was rather hard to miss it, the giant black thing. He had known what the half-breed would do with it; his eyes made his intentions quite clear. And he easily could have dodged it without even breaking a sweat. He could have, but he didn’t; why? Well, Naguri did enjoy building up another’s ego just to crush it further into the ground. Let him think he had a chance; it would make his own victory that much sweeter.

He merely laughed as the vine pulled him to the tree; he could feel the weakness of it, knew he could break it by wriggling his little finger, but chose to stand still and laugh in the hanyou’s face as he came closer, “You unutterable fool,” he hissed, “Do you know nothing about anything? The jewel turns demons into mindless beasts; they are easily slain. The jewel will never make someone the most powerful; it only weakens them. Power is something one is born with; it cannot be attained or gained but through your own victories; no outside force can do it for you. You’d do well to learn that, kitty. Your little elements are nothing more than imitations; claiming that you have the same unlimited power as Mother Nature will get you killed very soon, for she is not the forgiving type, and will not tolerate one claiming to have her powers.”

Smirking, Naguri decided it was time to teach this mongrel whelp a lesson; he had made the first move, now it was the true youkai’s turn. The mere tensing of his muscles broke the bonds of the vine, shattering it into mere drops that fell to the ground; before they even hit, the Dokuja had been pulled from its sheath, and, with a wicked smirk on his lips, his tightened his grip on the hilt, sending a pulse of blood-red demonic energies through the blade, causing the veins of bacteria that were laced through the blade to show themselves, moving eagerly to the cutting edge of the blade, and awaiting blood.

Teeth showing in a vicious smirk, Naguri leapt forth, the Dokuja in his right hand alone as his left began to change, his fingers curving and hardening into wicked claws. As he reached the retreating figure of the hanyou, the Dokuja he positioned in front of his claw, over-shooting his target at a full run, his sword slicing into the hanyou with his claws digging in directly after, deepening the wound on the hanyou’s right arm. The komodo pulled up short a few steps past the half-breed, turning to face the wounded demon, a smirk on his face.

He waited, his sapphire eyes glinting in pure enjoyment at drawing blood from the hanyou. His lips curled further into the malicious smirk; that Dokuja’s blade was laced with his deadly Gekidoku, and it had just met the hanyou’s blood stream. Within moments he’d be experiencing shooting pains through the entire half of his body, his blood would not clot, he would hyperventilate and develop a fever. The acidic properties, courtesy of his demonic energies, would burn through the skin, all the while deepening and widening the wound, spreading it. At this rate, the infection would spread through his body in half the usual time it took; he would be dead in half a week unless he found a way to treat it. That is, if he survived this encounter.

“Well, what now, kitty? You want to say that your powers are unlimited now? Then strike me down, half-breed; I won’t even dodge. Let me see this ultimate power of yours, you unutterable fool.”

¡˅¡The Ending of Your Life¡˅¡
¡˅¡If life ain’t¡˅¡
¡˅¡Just a joke¡˅¡
¡˅¡Then why am I¡˅¡
¡˅¡Laughing?¡˅¡

_{Lyrics © My Chemical Romance}

((Seeing as you are new and may not understand exactly what power-playing and god-moding are, I highlighted in red some examples in my post. And even if you did not fully understand, then you should have asked before creating a character, which, by default, means you agree to follow all the rules; ignorance to the law is no excuse in the real world, and it ain’t going to be here, either. To make sure that you understand, after this thread is completed, I will expect you to continue to RP Kami with the wounds he gained from this battle, and that includes him having to find a cure for the infection that will otherwise kill him. Also, because I have made this quite clear, any second offense of power-playing or god-moding will be punished with a temporary ban. That’s fair warning on that one, too.))

[kami]

Kami stopped dead.He could feel something happening.He could feel as though his blood was boiling.Kami spit blood from his mouth and onto the demon.He pushed the demon off of him and breathed hard.It felt as though his head was going to burst into flames.He quickly turned and ran,not looking back.'I need to get to cover...but where...I seen a village awhile back...I need to go there for now...'He thought as he fled.

[Shatan]

((You didn't cause any trouble with it, I just don't want people disregarding the rules because I don't enforce them, so I had to do something; but that's why I opted for an in-character punishment before an OOC punishment since the offense is done in character. You don't have to quit; we've all made mistakes, just try not to powerplay again and we'll be happy to have you here.))

¡˅¡Nagurikorosu¡˅¡
¡˅¡Have you heard the news¡˅¡
¡˅¡That you’re dead?¡˅¡
¡˅¡I think they never¡˅¡
¡˅¡Liked you anyway¡˅¡

Fists start to fly, say goodbye.

The smirk stayed in place on Naguri’s mouth as the half-breed fled; so he couldn’t take even that wound, could he? Well, the youkai couldn’t say as though he was surprised; the little kitty was part human, after all. Letting out a short, condescending laugh, the youkai slid the Dokuja into its sheath, the red veins of the bacteria within it dimming along its blade as it slid further in. By the time the guard met sheath, the entire blade had dimmed to darkness, hidden away though it was in the sheath.

Crouching, the youkai brushed his now human fingers of his left hand against the ground, ridding them of the boy’s blood; he had left the blood on the Dokuja’s blade where it was, with good reason at that: every drop of blood that met that sword fed the bacteria and made it stronger; even the hanyou’s blood would be good for that much, at least.

Still smirking, Naguri stood, turned, and began to walk off in the opposite direction of the hanyou; many komodo dragons would have continued to stalk their prey, to see the results of their handiwork, but as for Naguri, he had better things to do with his time. There were far bigger fish to fry in these lands than little kitten foxes.

((Naguri out))

¡˅¡The Ending of Your Life¡˅¡
¡˅¡If life ain’t¡˅¡
¡˅¡Just a joke¡˅¡
¡˅¡Then why am I¡˅¡
¡˅¡Laughing?¡˅¡

_{Lyrics © My Chemical Romance, Bullet for the Valentine}

((By the way, I might add that the insults on my IC posts are not meant for you, but just for your character, because Naguri is just mean like that xD. I got to thinking that you the 'unutterable fool' comment might be taken the wrong way, lol.))