Proud moments as an RPer

A lone figure figure stood in the distance, blazing eyes observing the battle between the man named Hondu Omako and the two junior shinobi. Unmoving, he watched as Omako showered the area with chakra rounds, some of them passing dangerously close to where he stood. However, he paid little heed to this, certain that he would not be harmed by them. As Omako continued to bombard his opponents, the figure knew he would have to act if the ninjas were to live. Looking towards the sky, he spread his arms wide, and muttered two words.

"Shoushi Taiyougan."

His eyes no longer burned red, but a pure blinding white. Pupils reverted from light to dark. Overhead, the sun's light slowly gave way to the moon, and the two celestial bodies aligned together to form a solar eclipse, a dark circle where the sun once shined, and a mighty halo of light flaring outwards. Everyone within the vicinity, including Omako, stopped to marvel at the phenomenon. At that precise moment, the figure stepped forward, revealing himself to Omako and anyone observing them. Just as the Ash shinobi was about to react, the figure muttered yet another word.

"Burn."

And without warning, Omako's entire body burst into dark blue flames. The man shrieked in agony, writhing about and firing chakra rounds in every direction as he struggled to futilely extinguish the inferno scorching his flesh. In response, the figure merely waved his hand, and the chakra rounds caught fire and died out before they could cause any damage. Soon, Omako fell to the ground, his charred body testament to his killer's power. He turned towards the boy hiding in the bushes.

"Chow, why the hell are you naked? Put some clothes on, you're embarrassing the girls," chided Kieru, a smile on his face.

Earlier, in the hospital...

Floating... drifting across the sky... Kieru looked around himself. All around him, thick clouds obscured his view... was he dead? Is this Heaven? No, he couldn't be in Heaven... but then where? The clouds suddenly parted, and he found himself high in the air, countries and oceans visible in the distance below him. On both of his sides, two unspeakably beautiful women stood, one clad in deep red wargear, ornate flaming patterns the motif for her clothing. The other was dressed in an immeasurably pristine blue kimono, her long dark hair tied within a moon headdress. Kieru instantly recognized the pair as Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi, the goddesses of the sun and the moon.

"Inheritor of the Taiyougan," Amaterasu addressed Kieru, "You have been gifted with the eyes of the sun. They fill you with passion, bravery, rage, and have allowed you to excel as a shinobi. And, when you were robbed of your sight, the energetic sun had faded away, and the tranquil moon risen in its place."

"Inheritor of the Taiyougan," Tsukuyomi spoke, continuing where her sister had stopped, "Within your unconsciousness, induced by the injuries you had suffered, your hateful personality, fueled by the sun within you, had been erased by the rising of the moon. Your being felt peace once more, and you reverted to who you once were, the child who smiled freely and with genuine happiness before that fateful day when both your parents were killed."

"However," this time, the two deities declared in unison, "When the shinobi Kajin Sinix tended to your wounds, he successfully healed your right eye, partially returning your vision and consequently, rekindling the flames of the sun within you. This meant that you are now imbued with both the forces of the sun and the moon. Your kekkei genkai has evolved in such a way that none sharing your bloodline could ever have imagined possible. Inheritor of the Taiyougan, you carry with you now, the might of the eclipse; the Shoushi Taiyougan!

Kieru bolted straight into a sitting position, cold sweat pouring down his panting face. He suddenly knew three things: he could see out his right eye, he only felt a fraction of the destructive malice he once carried, and Chow Vang was in trouble. After hastily buying some clothes, Kieru dashed off towards the Ash Village, fervently hoping he wasn't too late.

Syren Song wrote:Her long strides were confident, a reflection of her straight posture and high chin. The young woman was filled with more self esteem than any others her age (or rather, what appeared to be her age), so much so, that it almost seemed unnatural, giving her the appearance as if something was just off about her, something unusual. None the less, the girl turned heads from boys and men of all ages as she strolled down the sidewalk that evening. It filled her with exuberance when the occasional car would honk its horn at her or a stranger passing by would whistle or make some remark. She loved the attention. She had lived longer than a lifetime, but one thing this young woman had never grown tired of, was the way people - both men and women - observed her with anxious, flirtatious, and jealous eyes, unable to resist the slight chance that she would perhaps meet their gaze in return.

This was the way that Syrena thought and the way that she perceived herself. It was not that far off from the truth, but gave her the overwhelming sense of arrogance and a vain appeal. She had not a care in the world, for she was over 300 years old and feared not even death.

Rounding a corner and entering a small alleyway, the girl, whose wicked brown eyes flashed slyly, leapt up into the air with ease and poise, landing with more grace than even a cat could muster, atop an anonymous building. She broke into a run, gliding from rooftop to rooftop, her elevation increasing with each building, as she darted and flew, eventually reaching the higher of the buildings, whose roofs dared to pierce the very sky itself. The lower clouds of the night had kissed the rooftops that Syrena shot through, dampening her crimson camisole and dark wash skinny jeans.

Suddenly, just as quickly as she had accelerated, she stopped, pausing. She focused her ears, which far surpassed any human's, honing in on the area where the near-silent gunshots had been fired. She gazed out across the city, but the sound had not been born there. Rather, its location she pinpointed to one of the nearby buildings, somewhere from the rooftops not far.

Curious, she thought to herself, and continued on in search of a bit of excitement, unsure of all that this night had yet to reveal to her.


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The ride to the surface was surprisingly short, or at least, it would have been surprising, had he not have familiarized himself with the passage countless times prior. The steel, oval elevators were all but silent and smooth, operating on a completely different scale than those on the surface. Feeling privileged, Velganos thought himself one of the few lycans to appreciate all that had been given to them, provided by their great government. True, he thought, they did only spend millions of the tax payer's dollars on all this to simply get them out of the public's hair, but in the process, they had granted his kind (along with the vampires, whom he chose not to reflect on regularly) a peaceful, safe place that was extraordinarily contemporary and appealing.

Once the elevator's doors opened, an equally modern room with glass, steel, and marble was revealed to him. It was the headquarters of Primal United, a facility owned and operated by the very teams of government, or the subdivisions to be precise, that had pulled for their subsurface cities in the first place. Primal was, to the public, a government corporation which focused on trade - a Trade and Development Agency which "advances economic development and U.S. commercial interests in developing and middle income countries. The agency funds various forms of technical assistance, early investment analysis, training, orientation visits and business workshops that support the development of a modern infrastructure and a fair and open trading environment." However, behind the public's eyes, their true nature was human-interspecies relations. Primal United, simply put, was a association that united both vampires and lycans and who were the highest agency in charge of dealing with all legal matters concerning the two.

Velganos stepped out to be greeted with the recognizable scene of numerous business men and women about, completely wrapped up in their own personal agendas. The building itself mirrored the one below, in that the place stretched upward forever, a glorious skyscraper whose various levels housed unknown mysterious to Vel. Though the atmosphere wasn't all that dissimilar from that below, he still, to this day, couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that was ever persistent in his brain.

Walking wasn't a favorite pastime of his. Unlike some of his kind, whom had walked since their own day, back long before vehicles were ever invented, he had embraced all that technology had to offer. Of course, that isn't to say that he actually bought his own car. After regrettably feeding on a man who, more than likely, had no family to return home to (for he was dressed in the finest suit, drove the finest car, and was on his way home past midnight - clearly, he, at least in Vel's opinion, was not supporting a family), Velganos had made the best of the situation by allowing himself to take the now devoured man's car - a bright red 2005 Lamborghini.

The engine growled and hummed with the turn of the key. It was hard not to smile, at least slightly, with the purring of his prized vehicle. Stepping on the gas, Vel squealed out of the parking lot behind the looming building and flew out, disappearing down the street. Looking up, the moon was almost nearly fully visible now as the sun was setting in the west. The change would come before he had arrived. Thankfully, his windows were nearly black, tinted darker than the legal limit for the state of Arizona.

It happened at a stop light. The beast within him erupted, overtaking his physical form. Howling in agony, all Vel could do was clutch the wheel, his white knuckles sprouting fur within moments. Hastily, he removed his clothing, not wanting it to tear and rip to shreds as it often had in the past. Throwing it on the passengers seat, he sat there for but a moment, naked. All of the sudden, the realization occurred to him - he would be too big to fit in his seat. Thinking quickly, a hand flew down to the seat adjustments and he pushed it as far back as it would allow, leaving room for his enormous wolf body. By the time the light turned green and traffic began moving again, he was completely transformed.

The den was on the outskirts of town. The forest was a nature preserve, untouched in its majority by the public. It was the perfect place. He screeched his tires as he swung into a place to park his car, sliding somewhat as he did so - a signature 'hello' of his, which allowed those already present within the den to become aware of his presence.

Kicking the door open, which flew upward in its famous signature fashion, the large, white wolf fell out, causing the sports car to bounce up from the weight that it had been relieved of. Shaking his head, Velganos peered up, staring at the entrance only he and his pack knew of. To the average eye, it appeared to be nothing more than an old bunker, perhaps for a war, that had been closed and boarded up for many years. He of course knew better.

Letting an excited bark escape his jaws, Vel stammered towards the entrance and forced his way in, shoving the thick door closed behind him and emerging into the near pitch black entrance hallway, the sudden cool temperature change from the underground causing his fur to stand up. He paid little attention to the large conference-type rooms off to his sides and instead continued on straight, headed for one large meeting area he knew the rest of the pack would be. Would they all be transformed by now to?

The great white wolf stood on his hind legs before entering the room, which in turn caused him to walk with an almost petrifying lumber. He was here. He was home.