Thread: Blood Fueled Fire [Karameida x Elegant Catharsis]

RE Blood Fueled Fire Kurochi He sat there gracefully, his legs dangling from the side of the horse callously. His eyes were fixated on the village ahead. It was small, small and very unimpressive. His face remained as if made of stone as the horses galloped through the lop-sided gate that stood gaurd at the entrance of the village. The horses came to a gentle stop in the very center of the village, dust they had kicked up in their run billowing around them. People came out of their huts cautiously, an odd air seeming to surround them. Yurimo hopped off of his horse and quickly gathered the two unconcious men, heaving them to the ground. All of the village was there now, slowly making their way towards the familiar figure of Yurimo. The dust had settled and on the back of the second horse sat a figure. A figure whom none recognizd, yet all feared. One by one, man, woman, and child bowed before him. Kurochi sat there watching their feable attempts to welcome him with honor, and his eyes grew ever more hollow. Three of the villages most beautiful women stand in unison, their heads down and approach very slowly. They held out their hands to help the strange visitor down from his horse their eyes glued to the dirt. Kurochi cocked his head to the side just a bit and stepped from the horse taking none of their hands. You've the gall to attempt touching a deity of my level? He asked his voice empty. The women again in unison bowed deeper, backing away. They reached into their hair and tore the flowers that decorated said hair. They tossed the flower petals onto the ground with each step he took until there was nothing left. Kurochi looked directly ahead of him, not bothering to acknowledge a single human amongst the crowd. The flowers thrown at his feet wilted the minute his aura touched them. He stepped lightly directly to what he would call the grand hovel. It was what seemed like a large mishapened hut made up of smaller huts. The straw and mud brick that held it together was in dire need of repair, and as he gazed at it, he knew there was but a single person inside. Kurochi stopped a few feet from the entrance to the pathetic thing these people called a castle. His distaste for them grew as he was forced to be amongst them. The village turned their heads one by one and watched him, much too frightened or stunned to comprehend doing anything else. These primative people knew he was a god, they just didn't know which, and that was just fine with them so long as they did not arouse anger from him. Soon enough however, a scraggly old woman wearing nothing but rags yet decorated in fine jewels emerged from the entrance. Her hair was white, but her eyes were a golden color no other human in the village posessed. She was the true elder of elders. Welcome to our village oh powerful one the woman murmured her eyes planted on Kurochi's feet. All that is ours, is yours aswell. She gestured around the disgrace of a village with her hands, her head bowed low. Kurochi's face remained set in stone, not a single emotion crossed onto it. All of what? He said, his eyes set down on the scrawny thing of a woman.Nothing remains of this putrid village but mud bricks and weak horses. There is no redeeming qaulity about you pathetic roaches and yet I am humbled by your stupidity. A thin smile crossed his lips, but that was cut short, someone was near and he knew it. The elder bowed and fell onto her knees begging for forgiveness, but this was lost on Kurochi. He knew someone was coming, someone who shouldn't be there. Damnit! He thought to himself. Why now of all times? Why is it that she chooses to approach me now?! A sour look crossed his face for only an instant before his face hardened again. The woman was still muttering ancient prayers and begging for forgiveness, the rest of her village began to do the same. The mud bricks that made up their homes vibrated gently as their village echoed with the prayers of the futile. Enough of this pathetic groveling. Kurochi commanded calmly, his voice echoed over the village quieting them. Bring me your four best horses, and a wheeled cart, if you cannot provide me these things, you will ALL perish. The threat rang in the air and two men were up on their feet and sprinting towards the stables as quickly as possible. The elder stood there in her bejewled half glory, her face ashen with fear and shame..