Thread: Blood Fueled Fire [Karameida x Elegant Catharsis]

RE Blood Fueled Fire This is Ridiculous, it isn't just my problem so why should I be the only one to- The statement was never finished, though all knew exactly what it was that would have followed. The portal opened and a being of power unimaginable by mankind plummeted towards the primal rock known as earth. It was still young and it's inhabitants were aswell, centuries were nothing by the grace of the gods and so what could be percieved as an actual history, was nothing more than an insignificant stain in real time. The immortal, one of their very own fell from the heavens on a one way trip to earth, and ultimately death from one of his own devices should he not complete his quest. His body fell like a stone in a chute, gravity making it's pressence known in a not so positive way for the first time in all of his existence. With arms crossed over his chest, and eyes closed the unfortunate being braced himself for impact. No sooner had he done so did flesh meet cold hard earth, his landaing forming a crater spanning a mile in every direction. Dust billowed out like angry bees from a hive, and bits of rock and rubble fell from the sky raining down everywhere. Trees cracked and split from the impact lay everywhere, seemingly the only casualties from the miniature cataclysm. From a village merely a few miles away, what was witnessed was the falling of a star. These primitive peoples shrieked in horror as the ground shook beneath them, the fires that burned in every house went out simultaneously, and the clouds blackened temporarily. Dust blew in and hit the small village like a tidal wave disolving after some time to settle. Dogs and cats barked in terror and the whinny of frieghtened horses joined them in their cacaphanous symphony. When all settled and the beasts grew silent, the men came out of their huts and houses, weapons drawn, fear chiseled into their innards. They gathered into the center of the village and it was decided that the Bravest most able bodied men would venture out to investigate this mysterious happening. Four were selected, two went on horseback, the other more swiftfooted men ran ahead on foot easilly matching the speed of any horse. The women and children waited in their doorways for the men to either return with good news or not at all. All uttered prayers silently as The men disappeared behind a wall of trees and silence fell like a lead curtain upon the village once more. The two scouts darted from tree to tree moving as shadows, while the other two on horseback followed, swords clenched tightly in hand. They stopped when the only trees left were trees that had fallen to some unknown force or entity. The men on horseback came to a hault on the outside of the crater and stared in complete and total awe. Nothing like this had been seen for hundreds of years, and such destruction could not be the mark of anything good. The largest man in the group, with a broad scar across his chest, and one to match over his right eye got off of his horse cautiously. He looked at the other three men and whispered hoarsly, Jabrao, with me, we will search this gaping hole, if anything happens Hisoga, and Yurimo will head back to the village with word to the elder. Jabrao, a thin man covered in dark cloth and armor from head to toe leaped elegantly from the tree top. He gave off a very intimidating aura and his lanky limbs hung from his body limply. Jabrao slid down the hill in a smooth fashion and was after a short time enveloped by the cloud of dust that hovered over the crater like a spectre. The larger fellow who was known as Ookuru sheathed his blade and jumped into the crater, no hint of grace or beauty surrounding his attempt. Smoke, and debri surrounded the center of the crater,and the flames burned like the plumage of battling birds locked in eternal combat. Ookuru saw something between the collumns of smoke and dust something odd, something he had never before seen. In the very center, nestled amongst the jagged rocks and shattered tree limbs was an orb of perpetual light. Intrigued and horrified at the same time, he felt an impulse he could not fight and reached for the glowing orb. It was the worst, possibly last thing he could have done...the dust settled, the smoke blew away, and the flames died down, and for Ookuru, everything went black. The orb oozed crimson liquid as cracks formed along its' now transluscent surface. Jabrao reached down letting his fingertips submerge in the red liquid edging closer to his feet, before his eyes settled on his crumpled comrade. He dragged him out of the way with his left arm before bringing his atttention back to his right. With his fingers to his lips he tasted the red substance and a look of disbelief and horror peirced his normally calm demeanor. Bl-Blood... Jabrao stammered his eyes widening at the ever expanding cracks in the orb, it's light faded and its' outside resembling stone. Suddenly it oppened like a blooming flower, and a being emitting the same perpetual light stood in its' wake. Jabrao stepped back, his primal fear screaming 'get away' in the back of his skull, but he willed himself to remain in place, and dug his heels into the ground.The light began to fade and with it came the realization that whatever this was, it was something no man could fight with their pathetic weapons. The being standing before Jabrao was beautiful in an almost sickly inhuman way. He was thin, equally lanky to Jabrao himself yet shorter, though his stature mattered not in this case. His skin was pale, his hair was pure white, and his eyes though closed gave Jabrao the feeling of total insignificance. And just like that his eyes opened, black with crimson iris in each, void of sadness, compassion or anger. They stared blankly at the sun for an instant before falling upon Jabrao. He bowed without realising it, his face inches from the beings bare feet. Yo-you are a celestial aren't you?! Pardon me my lord for asking anything of you.. Though he stared at the ground in front of him, he could feel the eyes of this stranger boring into him, reading his life, his feelings, his essence, and a wave of helplessness fell upon him causing him to colapse. A voice came from the crater and rang in the ears of the two standing on gaurd at the craters edge. Where is the rest of your village... The voice was hollow, every bit as much as the beings' eyes. If you run, I'll obliterate you and slaughter your loved ones, their blood shall be my bath water...come to me... The men moved in eerie unison down the wall of the crater and to it's center their bodies acting in despite of their will...