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Post by Shakko on May 13, 2011 11:35:54 GMT -5
A black filly galloped through Taka Pass, heading down the winding road from Kusa Village as she dodged the different areas of cursed land. She laid her ears back as she snorted angrily at the cursed lands, she hoped that she could find the one named Cloud soon.
As the filly continued to gallop she suddenly caught a familiar scent which caused her nostrils to flare in anger, she would recognize that scent anywhere. Imps. The filly slowed to an elegant trot before she slipped into her human form, placing one hand over the handle of her katana she kept tied firmly to her side as she sidled up behind a rock, pressing her back firmly up against it.
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Post by wizthemagician on May 21, 2011 15:51:01 GMT -5
"I suggest you look UP!" Came a voice from seemingly nowhere.
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Post by Shakko on May 22, 2011 7:51:36 GMT -5
The young girl looked up as she heard a voice, her eyes scanning everything around her until she saw a dark shape. "W-who are you?" She asked quietly, trying to keep the imps from noticing their presence.
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Post by wizthemagician on May 22, 2011 17:56:05 GMT -5
"I'll tell ya later, but right now, I would rather not be hit by that falling imp right above you..." the voice echoed.
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Post by Shakko on May 22, 2011 20:18:38 GMT -5
The girl shot her eyes up at the latest shadow, she quickly whipped out her katana just as the Imp was about to land on her head as she leaped out of the way, glaring at it coldly. Her nostrils flared as she stabbed it with her katana before turning her attention back to the other figure. She slipped into her horse form as she laid her ears flat against her head, nostrils still flared. "Well thank you for warning me, but it would have been nicer if you'd helped by getting rid of the problem." She said with a small bit of stubbornness as she turned to gallop around the rock and attack the other two Imps there with her hooves.
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Post by wizthemagician on May 22, 2011 21:47:39 GMT -5
"You're right, what fun is it to have only you fight?" He said obnoxiously. A black figure dashed through five Imps, and quickly disappeared. "Now how did these minions of him get here? The great Amaterasu defeated him years ago!" He chuckled.
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Post by Shakko on May 23, 2011 17:49:41 GMT -5
When the filly was finished with the Imps on her side of things she turned to regard the black figure. "Who is this him you talk about? Are you talking about Orochi or someone else?" She asked, head tilted to the side in confusion with her ears pricked forward as her tail gave an agitated swish, whipping away a fly that had tried to land on her rump. "Who are you anyway?"
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Post by wizthemagician on May 23, 2011 18:14:42 GMT -5
The figure appeared again, and changed to a man with a Bo, a hat like Waka's, only without the beak, black and white Japaneses robes, and gold-colored Japanese sandals. "Yes, I do speak of Orochi, I only said "him" in case there were any people around." He bowed at the horse in front of him. "If you must know, I am Shisho, mentor of the gods!"
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Post by Shakko on May 23, 2011 18:41:59 GMT -5
The black filly shifted back to a young girl around 15 years old with knee length black hair held up in a ponytail, dark tan skin with large chocolate eyes that held many secrets within them as she gave a small bow of her head and a small curtsy. She wore a simple kimono like shirt and trousers with a wind design on them. "Pleased to meet you Shisho, my name is Moriko, one of the few, if not last, survivors from the Uma tribe." The girl replied, swatting away a strand of hair that had managed to escape her ponytail, "how could Orochi have returned? Wasn't he destroyed for good by Amaterasu and Susano?" She asked, puzzled.
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Post by wizthemagician on May 23, 2011 18:53:44 GMT -5
Shisho folded his arms "Do you think I know everything?" For a moment, there was silence.
"Maybe he could have been resurrected by someone..."
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