Seeds of Yesterday... [T|PM]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,400,bTable] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size:9px; line-height: 11px; font-family: tahoma; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border-top: 1px dotted #454545; border-bottom: 1px dotted #454545;] Amarantha took a deep breath to steady her nerves and narrowly avoided retching from the sharp, well-known stench that surrounded her. The smell of hot blood spattered on the stones, and if she were to touch it, it seemed ready to dissolve her skin as if in a way to damn her for her sudden outburst on the battlefield. Nevertheless, none of that mattered as her skin was too pure for something such as blood to marry her skin. It would never come to that. The smell of burned hair and the skin of the dead smoldered in the fire of a dropped lantern. Only the fall of rain all the night before had kept that fire from spreading through the clearing to the woods. From the forest to her left, she heard the desperate, strangled cry of a man in pain. She started to move toward the sound, but when she took a step through the trees in his direction, she came upon a sight that made her moments pause, her breath freezing as she stood tall over the familiar body. Golden hair, so much like Terre's before the white set in, was swept across the boy's eyes, closed forever now but so clear in her mind. His skin was grey in the morning light, covered with a light spray of dew. Terre's younger brother, her only brother, was dead. She should have felt something, when looking at the faces of the dead, honorable men who had served under Terre for so long, saw their weeping widows and their crying children, yet she felt – nothing. Amarantha paused for just a moment surveying the battlefield. Where before the forest had been lush, trees rising to the clouds, home to wildlife, there was now flames reaching to the heavens and black smoke stained the sky. The scent of blood was overwhelming, the dead, mangled bodies staring with sightless eyes at the dark sky. The sight didn’t move her. She surveyed it all—as if from a distance—with a pitiless gaze. It didn’t matter where, or which century, the scene was always the same and over the long dark years, she’d seen so many battlefields she’d lost count. So much death. So much brutality. So much killing. So much destruction. And she was always right in the midst of it, a whirling, dark slayer, merciless, ruthless and implacable. And it was either on the battlefield of in her dreams, her nightmares. Blood and death was stamped into her very bones and yet she felt calm as steal as she turned and walked quietly away. Fires raged, but others can put them out. The blood marked the earth in painted beauty, yet they can wash the land as long as they liked. She was leaving. Going home. Amarantha was going to do the things which calms her frozen soul. And that is training like hell. Weather it be music or just plain out brutal strength strengthening. This battle was over. Just as she was leaving, Terre's woman blocked her exit. Ordering for the help of cleaning the blood red stain on the forest floor. The rudeness of such insignificant fools wanting more from her still. After she risked her life on the field, now they wanted her to clean up. Like 'clean up after your mess', a mothers speech. A feminine growl rumbled in her chest and the ground seemed to shake beneath their feet. They exchanged an uneasy glance, fear shimmering in their eyes. That look of such intense fear for their own unease should have given her pause, but she felt—nothing. “Move.” One word. An order. She expected them to obey as everyone obeyed her. One word from her was all it took and the world trembled and stepped aside for her wishes. Reluctantly, far too slow for her liking, they parted to allow her to stride through. “How could you? Just pick yourself up and leave. Clean up, help us, help Terre!” Amarantha whirled around and they fell back, fear sliding to terror in their eyes—and she knew they had reason to be afraid. Her past had shaped her – honed her into a silent, disturbed young woman – a psychotic shinobi. There were few to equal her in the world. And she walked the edge of madness if not already in there. But these people all had emotions, and so killing one such as a deranged woman, they would indeed hesitate. Yet she felt nothing and so she had the advantage. She had already dismissed them, left their world, the moment she’d turned her back and allowed herself the freedom to let go of her responsibilities. Yet their faces, carved with deep lines of sorrow stayed her for a moment. Hesitation on something so unimportant. What would it be like to feel sorrow so deeply? To feel love? To feel. With an oath, she left the battlefield and hopefully those pathetic emotions behind... [/style]

[style=font-size: 8px; text-align: center;][/style]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

• Crushing Blow [70]
  Rank: “A”
  Skill: Taijutsu
  Effect: A powerful punch that is designed to destroy anything within its wake.
  Special: ----
  Drawback: ----
  Description: A powerful crushing blow that is capable of destroying nearly any object. This is capable because of a Kamyuja’s strength; they are far superior in strength to that of a normal human being and with this physical advantage at hand they are capable of performing this technique. Punching the item with there superior strength they are capable of braking it with ease, however if the equipment is a higher rank then the user’s difficulty class then they are unable to destroy that object. But if the user is a higher difficulty class of that of the item then they are capable of destroying the item with ease. Some weapons however may have a different stroy, even if the weapon is a lower rank then the users difficulty class they might not be able to break it. This only applies to weapons who have special abilities within it them. If the weapon has at least two special abilities within it then this technique is unable to break the weapon. Any other weapon which doesn’t have a special attribute within it does not fall under this category.
  Limit: Must be a Kamyuja Member.

00 | 70

This pathetic fuck is trying to kill me.
The madman, Angelos, relentlessly pursued Amarantha as though he was high on PCP, cutting off each single time Amara thought was a way out of this predicament. She had even tried to duck around him and run away.
Swipe-swipe-swipe.
He swung his sword over and over again, the shining silver blade inching a little closer to Amara's throat every single time. His muscles rippled underneath his tight long-sleeved T-shirt as he smoothly moved from one attack position to the next. A smile tugged up his lips, and his ice blue eyes practically glowed with the thrill of battle. Amarantha though, did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Clang-clang-clang.
Amarantha brought up her own weapon, a rather busted up knife, trying to fend off Angelos before he separated her head from her shoulders. Three times, she parried his blows, wincing whenever his sword hit her own, but the last time, she wasn’t quite quick enough. Angelos stepped forward, the edge of his sword a whisper away from kissing her throat before she could do much more than blink and wonder how it had gotten there to start with. And the insane bastard didn’t stop there. He snapped his free wrist to one side and knocked Amara's weapon out of her hand, sending it flying across the field. Her knife somersaulted several times in the air before landing point down in the long grass.

“Dead again, Kamyuja,” Angelos said in a soft voice. “That makes twelve kills in a row now. You really are putting your Kamyuja traits to shame!” And that was it. Something inside her just snapped and all at once she was filled with energy and hatred. “Well that's because we use our fists and not a fucking toothpick as a weapon!” She growled, referring to the Tantō sword he held. She watched his face change. From pompous to pure 'I'm gonna kill you you bitch' look. His face twisted and pulled into something not so handsome before he hastened forward. That's it, come on, you bastard. Come and play with Adel.

She allowed the warm rush of power to rise up within her before she flung his sword aside and shot up from her seated position on the bank. With an unsteady sway did she allow a bubble – like laugh to rise out of nowhere before she took a swipe at him, an unearthly growl announcing her strike at the same time. “Why are you stepping back? Hmm? Don't you want to see my Kamyuja traits now, you pathetic fuck?!” With each miss did her temper grow. She simply noted now that he wasn't giving her seconds chances that his speed had picked up. Bloody Taijutsu specialists!

But that was not the end of her beginning rampage, for she had energy, rage and hatred to spare. “COME HERE!” The voice was hers, but it now sounded deeper and throatier than she'd ever heard before. It was a dangerous voice, and even Angelos paused at the sound of it. Adelpha, however, did not pause. She drove her fist right into her attackers throat and continued to push even when he staggered backward, eyes wide with shock as he struggled for breath. But he wasn't down yet, nor did she want him to be. She wanted him to pay and so therefore she struck once more. It was as if in slow motion, but as soon as she saw the blade in the way of his body did she know that she will end up hitting it.

Adelpha didn't have enough time to stop her attack, she had put in a lot of force into her strike and so therefore it made her clumsy. But she herd somewhere deep inside her, a whisper of pure confidence, or pure yearning: oh what the fuck, and did it anyway. She felt the blade but did not pull back as though she had just been sting. No instead she screamed with a mix of pain, shock and glee before pulling back not wanting to see if the non Angel had survived and surveyed her pulsating fist. Admiring the black blood that leaped out of the cut where the blade had punctured through it, the sight of her own blood was fascinating. There was always the element of danger: after so many years, would she finally get careless and have a cut which could be too deep? And would this be the day when she watches her life stream away onto the ground below? Her thought were short lived as Angelos was up and playing again...

[Deleted]

+10; 10|70.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

10 | 70

Still standing she was impressed with herself. The warm salty rush of now familiar power still flowed throughout her, and it brought a slight smile to her battered lips. She gave up all attempts to keep it reined in as it was the only way she'd survive this night with her virtue and bones intact. It was as though she was watching herself from above – all she could do was observe as her other self took over. Her boots shifted on the grass, right foot forward, left foot back and pointed out. She raised her still pulsing fists and smiled.

“Coming back for more, eh? I must apologize, but you do pack a good punch, my sword is bent, very impressive.” Angelos grinned at her. “But I like a little fight in my girls.” Adelpha grinned at him, causing blood to dribble down her chin. “Then you're going to love me.” Indeed the voice was hers, demonic sound and all but it was enough to set her mood. She bounced on her feet, waiting for him to make the first move of this dance. But instead he just studied her and that alone made her delirious. Instead of her normal behaviour, she was staying and facing her battles when she should run and hide. She should be gasping in fear, lungs constrained by the tight lacing of her corset but instead she remained, eager for the fight that was about to come.

He was fast. Angelos swung another sword and swiftly she ducked, landing a punch to his kidneys. When he doubled over, she grabbed his head and brought her knee up fast. Unfortunately, the layers of skirts she wore soften the blow. He struck her in the stomach, knocking the breath from her, and then hit her in the face again. She fell to the earth, rolling just in time to avoid being stabbed by one of his many swords. She'd never been struck before – not like this. She'd never felt as though someone meant to kill her – or didn't care if they did. This sort of thing happened only in her past, not now – not until now.

She gasped for breath against the green earth, rolling again when she sensed him bringing down his sword for the millionth time. She moved faster than she should have, the pain from his blows already easing. He called her all kinds of horrible names – guttural and nasty sounding, but instead of making her feel awful, they only made her want to hit him all the harder. She pulled herself to her feet, ignoring the pain and grabbed Angelos by the front of his shirt. She then pulled him toward her, hard, and smashed her forehead against the bridge of his nose. There was a snapping sound just before he screamed.

Adel thrust him backward, satisfaction tickling her when she saw the blood coursing down his face. He was good and mad now, his hand rising to his nose while his other hand gripped his sword harder until his knuckles turned white. “Serious now? Good.” With a punch full of power, hatred and anger she hit him with enough force to send him off his feet. But she didn't end there, instead she ran toward him, not bothering to wait for him to get up and hammered away at his body as though he was a punching bag. Due to his quick maneuvers thou, he was up in no time and thrust his sword forward.

As if on her own accord, she ended up punching it again. But this time with she saw it coming she did not hesitate. As soon as her fist connected she felt the metal shatter under her relentless absurd strength. But also did she notice after her punch sent him away, did she tell no part of pain registered on any part of her fists. Though blood was visible, it still didn't matter. “What do you think of my bloodline now, punk?!” She hissed with glee...

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Deleted]

10; 20|70.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

20 | 70

Power, it was what drove chaos, the more power one had, the more chaos would overwhelm them when they let it flow, however, if one were to be consumed by chaos, they would lose themselves and sight of their goals. Adelpha, she truly had no goals, other than to learn this jutsu of course, oh and to kill this motherfucker in the most goriest way. She wanted to see rivers run in blood and the fields painted crimson. God if she could change the sky then that would be red also. Staring at this shrivelled up pathetic excuse of a man, it simply made her sick! But she would deal with it for now, as her main interests were locked on his weapons.

The rush just to smash up a weapon using her strength gave her the thrill of a life time and if she could learn how to achieve this jutsu, then she would be bloody brilliant! Or near enough that is. “Come on' Angelos! Stab me! Puncher my skin! BE A MAN!” The male was nearly unconscious, but somehow and to Adelpha's honor, he stumbled but then picked himself up lovely with a swing of his sword. Swiftly, slowly though, she escaped each blade slice and mockingly moved through the motions of acting in slow motion only to strike a nerve somewhere inside him. A well worked scream came from him when he came at her like a mad man on drugs, and with a quick motions of attacks did she gasp out in shock as he stabbed her in the shoulder.

He was up close now, and the look across his face must have matched her own: Shock, disbelief. But then next for her was rage. So uncontrollable that the earth around her seemed to suddenly shake with her chakra. With her right hand, palm faced out, did she shove him, hard. The force was enough to send him flying backward and thanks to him, he left his sword lodged within her body. She looked down, noting the blood, inspecting the area before tearing out the sword using her free hand. A sharp drawn in breath before she was lost to the chaos inside her.

She allowed it to pool and consume her until her bones seemed to ache, her head buzzing with this new found energy. Her skin even seemed tighter. All at once her corset was inflexible but that did not stop her from tearing away at the earth before her as she stabbed the crust with the tip of the blade and as soon as the blade was standing on its own, did she then snap it with a mighty kick of her leg. A bloodthirsty look crossed her face as she stared frozen on the males torn appearance. And then all at once she screamed, an unearthly scream which tear at the heavens, creating crescents in the wind before her as the earth picked up in a hurricane of dust, earth and grass. When her scream had ended did she find herself next to the male who looked near enough dead.

Her face was white now, with two dark black diamonds for eyes. Her teeth looked dangerous even as she grinned down at him, blood everywhere, eyes cold as the dead. With her right hand she wrapped her fingers throughout his hair before fringing him high into the air, and as he came back down to earth, did she then kick him aside as though she was playing a game of pinball. To her disbelief, did she watch as he released a bunch of kunais toward her before hitting the ground with a crunch. With a snort she waited for the metal objects to come closer before pulling her fist back and punching insanely at the kunais, managing to hit and shatter all but two, two out of five.

Two of the kunais ended up stabbing her in her arm and down deep within her right side, the same side as her injured shoulder. With a roar of anger she tore them out before falling to the ground. A cry of frustration was to replace the pain as she truly felt nothing, before she stumbled up and took off running toward him, her arms pumping at her sides. The blood loss great, but not yet to be dangerous to her. Not in this form of mood, and it would need to be a lot more than that to bring her down as her body was untouchable to such low ranked damage. Noting that he was alive, impossibly so, she did not take the time to wonder why he was not dead. All she cared about was what laid under his crimson marked skin. Blood!

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Deleted]

+10; 30|70.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

30 | 70

Her breathing had evened out again, but she was still high on euphoria about a battle that was taking place. She was bleeding from many wounds, but there was no register of pain for her to moan about. Within a few seconds, she was standing over the rising bastard who had caused all this problem and when he looked up, the bloody mask which covered his once handsome features seemed to streak out with fury. And he was fast, he dashed away from her as though he wasn't injured at all. What is up with this guy? Is he even human?

The speed he was displaying was a great worry, and she both envied him as well as feared him. Though her face didn't show this kind of emotion, she wanted this to end and end quickly. “Y-you bitch! Look what you have done to me! Do you even know who I am?!” He was agonizing over the fact that he was smacked around by a girl. But she didn't respond. Instead she picked up speed until she was running toward him like an idiotic fool on high heels.

As she neared him, he pulled out a wicked looking blade and shifted himself into a stance. A grin grew on her face as she neared him. What do you plan to do my friend? Just as she was seconds away from touching him, her eyes glowed as they focused on his aura. Startling her out of her foolish charge, she barely dodged his strike. And as she looked at the blade as it narrowly pasted her, she noted that it was a kill shot and if stabbed with that kind of prefect conviction, she would have been dead. With a hiss, she took a swing out and aimed for that offensive sword.

But like before, he was quicker this time, and spun out of the way. His long hair whipped her in the face, noting how close he was, that striking would be difficult, so she leaped back to gain more ground before looking to find that he had disappeared. Using her sensing abilities, she sensed him above. Her head instantly snapped up as she saw him sailing through the air, his blade pointed forward within the same striking similarities to what he had done before. But he was much closer this time as so she had to improvise.

Her right hand on its own accord swiped forward in an above motion, smacking the blade from its path in striking her neck and slightly angled the blade from her only by centimeters before she took the strike into her own hands and shattered the blade. At once she noted how slightly difficult it was this time, and the first thing she thought was, was her strength fading. That alone was her mistake, and Angelos took the chance and punched her in her wound above her shoulder. A strangled cry escaped her lips as she landed on the ground with a heavy thud. She looked up to find him standing over her with the same sword, damaged now, pointing toward her.

“You bastard! Come on! Do it! Put me out of my misery! DO IT!” With a swing of her right foot, she landed a kick into his pelvis, allowing satisfaction to sweep throughout her as she herd the tell-tall crack as she shattered something. “You fool, you should never hesitate! I live to kill you nitwit, and I am the person who doesn't hesitate to do so. GET UP! We are not finished yet...”

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Mist]

+ 10

[Celaena Kamyuja]

40 | 70

With a heave, she grabbed the male, and lifted him off the ground, ignoring the quick blows which he landed against her stomach and chest, and tossed him aside with a swing using her muscles. After the movement of the throw had left her heaving with tiredness, she straightened and watched as he flip within the air before landing with two swords out. She had no idea where he is pulling these weapons out but was very grateful for them. “I must hand it to you, Angel, you have a good choice of swords. I see you are holding a Bastard sword, and a Dwarven sword, they better not be your favourite ones, for I'm going to destroy them!”

Though she spoke bitterly and with puffs of stress, she was once again moving in the threatening manner before she could get her hands on his weapons, rending them useless. As she neared him, she skid to a halt unexpectedly as she watched as his muscles bulged with his sudden movement. She felt her eyes squint to study him more closely as he simply lunged toward her with great speed. Bloody show off was what she thought until she noted that he had leaned back too far and ended up skidding on the ground. She did not laugh though as it looked too professionally and not by mistake.

She was startled when his skid left him much closer than expected, and as he swiped his swords, she wasn't expecting the shock wave either. The power was impressive, and had caused a cry of surprise from her. She landed on her back with a shocking thud and could not seem to stop her skid. It seemed as though she was being pulled back was an invisible force, but when she did pull to a halt, she lowered her layers of skirts before pulling back in fright. Adelpha was not expecting to see him in the air, with both of his swords aimed right at her dangerously.

She braced herself, covering her face with her left arm, leaving only enough a gap so that she could see the blade before she backhanded one sword and shattered the other. She backhanded the Dwarven sword with great difficulty but shattered the bastard sword with ease. And then with quick shifts of her body, she twisted her legs before she was on her feet once more. And now that she was facing Angelos, she took a swing and punched him in the chest. It had come to think of it that she had kicked him in his pelvis, yet he was standing. She did not understand. And it bemused her as well made her worry.

“Are you human, my Angel?”
As he got up from her punch, and picked up the sword once more she groaned when she saw his face. “Oh shit, Hachimontokou. You've got to be kidding me! YOU HAVE BEEN USING THE GATES YOU PIG?!” With a sway of frustration she pull everything together before lunging forward only to see that he had moved again. “Shit..” He had also lunged himself forward also, but as he neared, she saw him rip his sword with both hands before right at the last moment, swings his blade upward, near enough slicking her dress up the middle. This is it, he is going to split be into two, aarrrh! Instead of what she thought, she was sent flying into the very air. The last thing she thought before she hit the ground, rather painfully, was.

Shit, I hate these fast buggers! ...

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

40 | 70

She was vaguely aware of being alive after such a fall, but everything in her body seemed sore. A slight twitch told her that her bones weren’t shattered. Which screamed impossible in her mind, but the pain, there was so much of it. There was blood, a river of it running. There was pain, a sea she was floating in. Would it never end? She herd him approach, and deep down inside she smiled. Playing dead she had done in the past had always been fun, but as soon as she herd him stop, and then the sound of moving clothes, did she open her eyes enough to see the blade coming down.

“Aiieee!” She turned her head and closed her eyes against the assault. It was a cowards way out but it was enough. But after a moment when she didn't feel the blade did she open her eyes to see it inches from her face. She looked up and stared, releasing the breath she had been holding. “W-why did you stop?” She asked softly, her eyes locked onto the blade before travelling to his eyes. “Because you have lost your killing motive. Dissociative identity disorder, I presume?” She held her face in check so that no emotions showed as he allowed her to stand.

The tip of his blade was still at the base of her throat, but with a flicker of her eyes once she was standing perfectly balanced, did she swipe the blade away again. She herd his startled sound before he growled loud enough, complaining how he didn't want to fight any more. “I am sorry, but I can not stop. I have the need to destroy everything you hold so that I can improve my strength. I do hope you understand in the long run, my Angel.” Her voice had turned sharp and deadly once more at the end of her sentence, but he was right. She had lost her killing streak.

She swung her fist forward, the speed and direction prefect before punching the blade of his Dwarven sword. At first she noticed nothing, not even a scratch, but then veins of metal began to puncher the shiny silver. She herd his gasp before he dropped the quickly shattering sword, and pulling out a simple katana. Her eyes shifted from his broken sword to his freshly new one and briefly dodged the strike before having the next strike of his, cut her skin cleanly. She cursed out loud before aiming with her fist and eyes this time. She even gritted her teeth against the pain of moving muscles which seemed to only want too sleep.

Angelos saw her angle and pressed for strength into his strike, she following his down swing, rose up to meet it with her lift fist. As soon as her fist connected, blood sparkled into the air as she punched the sharpened blade. She bit back her scream before rising it with a powerful scream of strength. Finally he lost hold of his blade and it was sent flying out of his hand. And though the blade did not shatter like the others, it was pointless to use that once again. “Any more weapons my dear? Unless you want to die that it I can always use you as a punching bag...” To her smile, he brought out a wicked long sword. “The Tessaiga, but please be nice, this is my last one...” She snorted at his arrogance before approaching with caution.

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Holy Grail]

20+

[Celaena Kamyuja]

60 | 70

“A Tessaiga sword? I do not think I can destroy this one my Angel, for it has special abilities, but for you,” An evil grin appeared, fill with white teeth in a wolfish grin. “I shall try.” Amarantha let out a bloodcurdling scream, not of terror but of power and strength before she took her swing. As her fist neared the blade, it suddenly began to glow. But she could not stop the strike now, too much strength went into it. But then suddenly she yelped out in surprise and pain before leaping back to gain ground. She looked down at her hand and her eyes widen in shock.

Thousand of cuts appeared on her skin, her fist, and arm covered in bloody deep cuts. “But how? I did not even touch the swor- it has special abilities, doesn't it Angelos?” She gritted her teeth at the sound of his laugh. It was thick and filled with humour. “Kenatsu, in English or the meaning, you decide, it means Sword Pressure. It allows me to cut you without you touching the blade. So your pointless attempts in destroying all my blades will end here.” The bastard sounded sure of himself, and she was even begin to wonder it also. With a giggle she asked if he had another. Before she shrugged her shoulders and took another swing at it.

Her fist it the handle, as well as his hand, and it was like punching impossible stone. She bit back a cry before pressurizing the strength into her attack more. She herd him cry out in pain but not the sword, the sword remained in tact. With a growl of frustration, she kicked his wrist, forcing him to let it go before she punched him away from it. She ignored his, 'OH NO' and plumbed him into the ground. Soft blows compare to the one before hand. At the time she was thinking of a way for her to keep him away from the sword. Otherwise she will get no where.

He kicked her, and she landed on the sword she was trying to protect from him. He grunted as he got up and turned to sprint over to the shattered katana she had punched moments ago. As he picked it up and turned to stab her with it, Amara was ready for him. She punched the broken sword and watched as it shattered completely. And to his horror, his fist also. Amarantha felt no emotion for his loss over his swords, but when she looked down at the Tessaiga sword and picked it up, she studied it ignoring his cries of pain.

With her left hand holding the top half of the sword, and her right hand holding the bottom half, did she try to snap the sword into two, using her Kamyuja strength. But after many struggle, she could not. Angry all over again, she tossed it into the air and allowed it to fall down again. As it neared the earth did she kick it in hopes of shattering it. But the sword only landed on the ground in tact. “Impossible!” Amara ignored Angelos laughter and approached the sword. But the darn thing would not shatter. Shrugging her shoulders, she knew, if she had a normal sword, it would shatter under her powerful strength. It was only a matter of time and skill...

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Deleted]

+10; Learned.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,400,bTable] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size:9px; line-height: 11px; font-family: tahoma; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border-top: 1px dotted #454545; border-bottom: 1px dotted #454545;] A dragon was speaking to her, and what the most frightening part was the fact that she was aware of what was going on but could not stop. She was driven toward a chamber in the heart of what seemed to be a volcano, and in the center of the room, its hindquarters half submerged in the deepening magma, lay the petrified remains of a dragon. Immense and breathtaking, the creature lay curled tightly, wings tucked against his back, tail curled around his body, head resting on diamond-clawed forepaws. The entire dragon had crystallized, its body turning to ruby and diamond in the intense heat and pressure of the volcano. The dragon's chest was destroyed, crushed. Huge chunks of faceted crystal spilled around the petrified carcass. The heat rising from the magma made the air around the dragon ripple, distorting Amara's vision until the entire crystallized carcass seemed to tremble and move. Take it. Take what remains. Take what is offered. the whispers filled Amara's head, making her dizzy. Before her, the heat waves rising from the magma pool seemed to shimmer and take on a translucent fire-red hue, but the shimmer was … dragon-shaped? Amarantha shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. The image was still there … hazy, translucent, a dragon formed out of insubstantial red mist. She stretched out her senses, but could detect no concentrated stench of Genjutsu. The Old One offers you his strength. You were not ready before, but we have made you so. Take what is offered. Without it, you cannot defeat your enemies. Take it. Quickly, before it is lost to the volcano. Amarantha moved closer. The heat from the magma was so intense, she half expected to burst into flames at any moment, yet her porcelain white skin didn't even blister. Another step brought her close to the dragon's head and a mere five feet from the widening magma pool. She could now feel the power radiating from the crystallized dragon. And stepping closer still, Amara reached for the shimmering veil of energy. The instant she touched it, a raw, savage wildness roared in response. Power slammed into her like an iron fist, plowing into her with enough force to knock her off her feet. She landed hard and pain streaked across her back and jaw, which had taken the brunt of the strike. Take the power. Take what is offered. “That was an offer?” Amarantha got up, dusted herself off and rubbed her aching joints. “No offence, dear friend, but whatever that is clearly doesn't want to be taken.” Without the Old One's strength, you cannot win. You must take it. But first, you must prove yourself worthy. “Wonderful...” Amarantha moved her head, stretching the tendons and cracking the joints in her neck. She regarded the translucent image of the dragon shimmering in the hot air. “So be it, Old One. Let us roll the bones.” And so the dream went on. The battle to gain the power always come with a price. And this price in the end would grant her the power of a dragon's soul. [/style]

[style=font-size: 8px; text-align: center;][/style]

• Shōton: Hashō Kōryū (Crystal Release: Tearing Crystal Falling Dragon) [40]
  Rank: B
  Skill: NinJutsu
  Effect: The user crystallizes a material in the area, and then turns it into a dragon. It can be used as a means to travel or to attack a target. Several dragons can also be made and manipulated at once.
  Special: "Handseals"
  Drawback: None
  Description: Picture
  Forming the handseals, the user will focus their chakra on either the air of the thing they wish to crystallize, and it will crystallize into what appears to be a living creature in the form of a crystal dragon. This dragon is controllable and one can control up to three at a time.
  Limit: Must know the Crystal Release

00 | 40

She woke the following morning to the sound of birds singing. Lying in the bed she tried to recapture wisps of the dream. Was it a dream? She could still remember her encounter with the spirit of the dragon. Still could hear his voice inside her head: Only the strongest may hope to hold a dragon's soul. How strong are you, Amarantha of the Kamyujas? It clearly was a challenge so it must not have been a dream. Anyhow she got out of bed and crossed the carpet to the bag of scrolls and pull out the crystal scroll, Tearing Crystal Falling Dragon.

Gently she unwrapped and read the kanji, observing the knowledge that there was no particularly seals to be used for the technique. Interested now, she found herself outside and spread out the scroll before starting her training. And realizing something, she felt almost infinitely stronger for some reason as if reaching a new pinnacle of power, her body and mind had been coalesced to maximize the grandeur of her chakra's levels. With the new confidence found, she was now ready to move on to the next portion of the technique. In an external form would her chakra push. A physical manifestation of power would be derived from her efforts.

Eudialyte garnet coloured scales had firstly engulfed the earth, sliding smoothly and efficiently from a large portion of land mass. She continued to watch as the earth reshaped itself as it rose, wings sprouting from the Earth's back, the supple, scaled hide stretching out like vast sails catching an early morning wind. She watched as the nails lengthen, become razor-tipped diamond talons. Strength, agility and raw, primal emotion coursed through Amara's veins as she watched with fascination. Its wings spread and a raw roar rumbled from its crystallized chest to the mouth of the dragon's trap. A Dragon had been born to her, the entirety composed of razor sharp crystal that reflected all that would survey it.

And what impressed her the most was the fact that the size was amazing. Around twenty feet, the Titanic form approached the size of power and strength and the structure looked like it wouldn't even break easily. With a soft command she ordered it to move, and was a slide as it never left the earth due to the fact that if it did it would not have the ever connection with the earth material underneath its mass and would simply loose form. The speed was slow and painful to watch as the mass looked like it was to heavy for the ground. A trail left behind the dragons path as it moved, and slowly it picked up in speed before it seemed if could do anything. With another order, the dragon was wild, tearing the area in a matter of seconds.

The crystal remained intact, and that size did not shrink or shatter. To her, this was the best first attempt ever. Smiling she allowed it to continue its rampage due to her command before she turned her attention onto the river. One earth, the thought of a water one would be great also. But there will be no unusual stone to give it its colour. It would ever be blue or pink. She will never know until she does it, and so with a slapped of her hands, she summoned up her chakra before creating her second dragon...

[Celaena Kamyuja]

00 | 40

Her hand seals were just finishing as she once more summoned crystal to her aid. From beneath the ground, a deep rumble would occur and relinquish the solidified edifice in favour of more crystal with which she would create her beasts. The jagged chunks of crystal would thereafter clash and rise to once more create large tendrils that would thicken and rise. They seemed to clash against each other, the durability of their frames impressive as not even their own composition would make one the other break apart. The majestic dragons of crystal roared to life.

They cast a rather large shadow over Amarantha as they awaited oders from her lips or gestures. But meanwhile, she noted with pleasure that their speed was brilliant compare to the other, and that she had created not only one this time with three. Such brilliance that this jutsu was proving much easier than before. Two from the source of earth, and one from the water source nearby. Thrice did her dragons shoot forward now, barrelling across the earth and crashing into it to break apart the edifice with reckless abandon. The speed was spectacular, and at her command they did not hesitate.

This time, their grand scheme was not to be hindered by any means. They would work efficiently and cooperatively. Once they circled their target, another building in the distance, they would open their maws to a great degree and descend upon it like concrete prey for them to rend and eviscerate. The loud explosion would signify her success, her eyes able to behold the slaughter of the walls and the very foundation that had once stood before she'd gained a hold of them. Their liquid red eyes flickered as they seemed to entangle the constructs ruins.

Obediently, they would thereafter travel through the path slowly to rejoin her, careful to move in a circular pattern so as to allow her to defend against any retaliation that she would face. Their length, an impressive sight, was almost more than she could survey without travelling their bodies. Crystal chunks slice into the ground as they moved in unison – if one were to touch their hides, then surely they were going to find a serrated surprise for their troubles. Now was the most interesting part. To create, and to ride. She has seen what they can do when she commands them to destroy, but now she has to see if it was suitable to ride upon.

It was a worry as her speed was a major drawback within her bloodline, and she can not remain in her chaos stare whenever she needs to be somewhere in a hurry. Everything would be at risk to her temper and or strength. So this jutsu should come in handy. Once again she was surprised in how fast she was progressing, the creating was easy and maybe the dream had helped her in some way. Gave her the strength when she was hesitating to crate something so beautiful, but now as her hands slapped together did she preform the seals and carry on with her training. It will be done soon...

[Deleted]

+20; 20|40.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

20 | 40

The Old One unfurled his wings and flung himself back on his haunches. Despite its crystallized form it moved easily, and the dragon roared a defiant challenge with enough force to be heard for miles. Sapped of strength, the Old One turned slowly back to stare at Amarantha, who had covered her ears against the shattering roar. How could a creation have to be such an uncomfortable ride? She had rested on his back but its movements had become horrid, as though she weighed a lot, but it was he who did not her.

Her long nails tear away at her face in frustration as she clawed away in a way to keep her hands from doing more serious danger to either herself of the area around her. Why was this difficult? She should be able to create the dragon, jump on and then up up and away. But instead, she was pouting with the fact that she could create it fine, but to actually ride it was impossible. How was she going to do this? Out of a fit of rage, she punched the crystal and watched it shatter before realizing what she had done and felt terrible afterword. Great, now her dream was bugging her.

With a tight sigh, she preformed the hand seals, and summoned up her chakra until a nice steady amount was focused to the earth before her. Due to the ground been purely earth, the creation was a flawless pink which crystallized and shone in the sun. As the creature rose up upon itself, folds of earth, spikes of crystal, the wings sprouting out, the head forming in a lizard shape way before forming on a more fantasy sort of appearance. It wasn't long until a dragon had formed and as it shifted to its full height, Colossal in size, the head was larger than one she had ever seen. As it lowered down to her level, and twisted its long neck for her and gently she crawled on. Just as soon as she got settled, the dragon lifted his head and stood once more to its full height.

She had nothing to grip, and was momentarily petrified before she wrapped her fingers around the small strands of crystal, thick enough to be bunches of hair, but strong enough for her to squeeze the life out of them. Before long it was walking, but like before it did not feel right. She kept on sliding and tipping over the top. Another roar annoyance before the dragon leaned back and swung its tail. With a command she ordered the Old One to place her down, but as it was lowering itself once more, a thought slipped into her mind. As she jumped off and landed, she turned around and studied the creature before sighing.

All she had to do was change the head, make it so that she could stand in stead of sit. Also, improve the shape of the body, make it more like a Chinese dragon instead of a dragon out of fantasy land. With a slapped of her hands, the creation shattered before her. Only before she created the dragon again but this time with a few changes...

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Celaena Kamyuja]

?? | 40

Amarantha had her eyes closed as she visualized her dragon. It had to be able to move, even with a passenger, but it also had to be able to take care of itself and destroy its targets without any problems. A crease line had appeared upon her forehead and she concentrated before, still with her eyes closed, summon up her crystal chakra: A mixture of earth, and the basic properties of what a strong and stable crystal needs, such as water from the ground, and known particles that linger near the earth. She ignored the rumbling of the earth as she already knew what was happening in a section before her. Earth was wakening up due to her power, and it was rising and taking shape.

Amarantha had a good visual of a Chinese dragon, the colour would not matter as it all depends on what the earth material is like, but the creation needs to be perfect this time or else she had failed. She visualized the head first, and what best describes a Chinese dragons head was none other than a camels head. Not the colour naturally but the shape. And then to replace the teeth with razor sharp fangs, it will then be crystallized like pointed diamonds. Next she visualized the horns which is commonly seen on a Chinese dragons head. And these horns would best symbolize the Giant Stag, a deer to be plain. The eyes of the dragon would be a hare, or a demon, the colour all depends on the crystal. The ears next formed, the ears of a bull and even though she was hesitant to open her eyes, she knew deep down inside that the head was finished, and soon to be supported on a neck as long and strong as a Snake.

The belly took the appearance of a Clam, and was a strong muscled as any dragon with a full stomach. And though it was crystallized, it still looked perfect. The paws would be that of a Tigers and the claws would be that of an Eagles. Slowly she opened her eyes and gasped out in perfection, the dragon was nearly flawless, all it was missing was it scales, and to make it look really like a Chinese dragon, the scales need to be Carp, fish, and one hundred and seventeen in total. Eighty one needs to be infused with yang, the good, and the thirty six needs to be infused with the yin, the bad. As in Chinese superstition, this evens out the dragons temper and personality, and another best way of describing a Chinese dragon, it explains the Yin and Yang cycle.

With a sigh of tiredness, she smiled and studied the creature as it stared down at her its its shiny beady eyes. The colour was a pink and when the sun caught its stone, the colour had a darker shade of something but looked beautiful nevertheless. Just as she was about to summon its attention she that she could ride it, she realized that she forgot its nose hair, or whiskers. Not that it mattered but for it to be truly completed, she concentrated and new strands of crystal formed as the whiskers were being created. And then finally, with a command, she ordered for a ride. It lowered its head immediately before turning slightly to allow access to his neck and with a grumble from its crystallized voice box, she stood on near the top and held onto the horns.

The dragon then stood, tall and proud before it took on running, gliding across the ground in loud but comforting strides. This mystic creature she had created was a smooth ride, as she did not rock, trip of fall. And above everything else, its temperamental was that of the Old One in her dream. She was finally satisfied with her creation of the jutsu: Tearing Crystal Falling Dragon...

[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

[Deleted]

+20; Learned.