First Rule: Please do not post anything pornographic: links, advertisements, or pictures within the C-Box. Do not post anything that disrupts a site such as links in which someone can not click out of.
Second Rule: No Baiting, No Flaming, No Antagonizing, No Trolling, No Spamming, No Changing of Font Size or Color, (Bold, Italic, Underline is fine.) and No Fighting. Keep it English.
Third Rule: Absolutely no advertising within the C Box, failure to do so will result to a perma-band. If you wish to advertise please look into the affiliation boards. Same rule applies to pm advertisements.
Fourth Rule: You may only ask to have bios checked in the Cbox: show Link. Any other Staff requests must be PMed. Do not notify staff you sent a PM in Cbox when dealing with links that cannot be posted in the cbox.
Moss stalks of Gaea's tresses proclaimed superiority on this feral land, shrouding the chocolate terra beneath their vast length. Up above, polluting the once-blue sky, would be amorphous bodies of coal, a barracade of gargantuan fluff-beasts whose presence herald relief for the exasperated terra. The wind which lofted through this field was less than lively, their vigor drained from previous travels.
A huge shadow would cast itself as the sun hit high-noon, but that was not to say the 'beast' whose ebony silhouette rested on the earth wasn't large. On the other end of the shadow stood idle a man of ridiculous proportions. Ashen hair capered casually with the wind, now unkempt. Resting on his torso had been a pea kimono top, dancing momentairly with the wind, as would his salmon colored haori. On his feet were geta, the footwear of a swordsman.
Thrusted through his obi were his two sets of daisho, and hanging from his sack would be a stuffed burlap patch, inside it had been various items: makabishi, hikari and explosive pouches. He eagerly awaited his opponent, his heart pounding like the rataplan of a of a base drum. There had not been an ounce of fear in his being, but only shear excitement as the intent to kill enveloped his being like a taut leotard would hug the figure of a dancer.
I walked into the big field. There was a nice scent of death and despair in the air masked within the smell of the Gaea trees. I would walk far distances to get here. Stories of a great entetiy haunting the area. A beast perhaps one could say. I would activate all of my sensory abbilities and I would quickly pick up anything and everything around me. 40 meters to my left was a strong pressure wave of chakra.