{~Repost for Kisaragi (Cant tag) And Seto. -``He who denies touch´´- War, a poetic scene designed for many artists to coverage and leave their mark on the canvas, blood as paint and steel as the brush. What a beautiful piece I shall paint here today, forever suspended in reality thanks to the immortality of existence. He paused. Well, lets see if this gets their attention. Spoke Tensa, letting out a puff of smoke from his lips and nostrils before slipping his hand into his pocket And pulling out twenty, black nails forged from Orihalcon. He pushed his hands forward muttering an incantation, purple words sliding around the metallic, marble like bodies. Moving his fingers an aiming down first they get to the length of four feet before he let them sink into the area sending water like ripples through the air with sound of water droplets for effects. He pulled out four more, then stabbed them into his head letting them shattered. Rejection, gravity, air, drag and distance. Light Nebula. Coming before him was a golden nail, five feet in length, four feet of it shifting into a blade If white gold. The famed blade Celestia passed to him from his mentor Hiro. He moved his head to the side giving order to the blade to remain by his side. Tensa was now armed and ready for combat. Now I set up the ring. Slipping five digits into his pocket of dark blue jeans as he continues to walk forward. Azure optics speculating the area around him. Black hair hid most of his face, styled but a bit messy as the strands came two inches above his shoulders, the skin that was revealed was painted pale and reflected the pale moon that tried to hide behind the clouds, the sway of a black jacket and hood twisted with the wind that pushed against his some what large but toned frame. His height of 62 didnt seem to cast a shadow which was weird, perhaps he wasnt truly of this world like he thought?? To any who would catch it it would be off setting and set off multiple red flags in their mind most likely, by what was his most unusual feature was; His absence of pupils. His eyes were almost like smooth mirrors. His hands pulled out four more nails, words used again. Reject, distance, area, singularity. He forced his hands forward, rejecting the size and properties of the nails they grew to the size of buildings and created a giant square shaped arena. 1,000 miles between each, the Lake being the center point and all within be pushed out or back to the city limits which were now only a few miles away. He dropped a nail into the lake shifting its distance and death, The center being the deepest while water soon washed over the entire field, trees acting as perimeters and removing sight to the eyes of all who could possibly see Tensa. Or would have, If anyone was there. The only thing that could see was the eyes of the sky being the clouds and the sun in space. Next, I attack. He raised his hand, silvery violet and black energy shorting up into he sky, clouds ripped apart as the ground shook And shocks struck the inner confounds of the city the lake resided shattering windows, buildings and more in attempts to draw attention, might acting like a beacon for all those prepared to defend to follow.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 08:19:24 +0000
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