Thread: Disgraceful. (O l l i x x x x x/Ryu_Momochi)

The night sky cascaded over the horizon. It's blackness helped the stars to become visible as well as the full moon above. The season was chilly and small snow flakes fell from above. None of the flakes stuck to the green lush grass or the branches trees that swayed back and forth around the large meadow. The mountains in the distance were a place for shelter if need be. But for now, they were only a part of this vast painting of scenery. The lot of them flew down from the hill into the meadow. Quickly running while the sun was sleeping and the Moon shone above head. Their cloaks snapped behind them as they ran as fast as they could. Most of them held giant weapons that looked crazy in portion to their slender small bodies. The weapons dangled over their heads as they were strapped to the users back. The ones with the weapons were in a dark deep seductive purple cloak with spiral tattoo's framing their eyes. A full circle representing the moon lied in between their brows. But these warriors stopped for nothing as the rest of the cloak figures existed out of the safety of the thick trees of the forest to the vast open meadow. They followed quickly behind the warriors easily getting across the meadow to make it swiftly back home to their shelter. All except one followed quickly behind. Ungraceful and failing and running as smoothly as the rest of them had, the figure tripped. Falling a few feet in the air from the speed of their run as they fell flat on their face. One of the warriors stopped ahead, clearly hearing the loud BOOM! noise the other figure had made that lagged behind. The warrior made his way swiftly in front of the figure on the ground and helped them to their feet. The deep dark purple hood of his cloak fell off of his head revealing a set of bright sapphire eyes and a pile of black hair as well as the man's pale skin. He was stronger and elder looking, the spirals on his face were a sapphire color, unlike the orders, and his moon on his forehead was a glittering blue. Much like that of a jewel. He helped the small figure to it's feet brushing it off. The figures red cloak hood fell back revealing a soft seductive face. Glowing rainbow eyes were visible under perfect high arched teal brows against snow white skin. The large lips quivered as the small girl jumped back and growled at the other figure. Clearly not enjoying being helped. Forgive me. The male whispered. I thought you needed assistance. The woman didn't say anything. Her long teal hair was pulled up into intricate designs in the back to stay out of her way. She about the height of 5'2. Her jaw line was round, her eyes round with long thick black lashes, her lips were full with a light pink shade. She had curves though, and that was visible even under the great amount of fabric that shielded her body. She also had similar tattoo's decorating her face. A crescent moon in between her brows, with spiraling vines around it. Go! She hissed, pointing a long skinny white finger in the directions the others had vanished. The male snapped his head around at her. He didn't budge. She shot in front of him, pulling the long sheathed swords from his sides and holding them up in her small doll like hands. They were at least three feet above her head but she slashed at him to leave. Before she could lop off his head, he was running frantically to join the rest of them ahead of her. You'll regret this Ixan! The man shouted over his shoulder. He leapt, just in time to dodge one of the swords the little woman, Ixan, had flung in his direction. It stuck out of the ground like an ancient ruin. She ran over to retrieve it when he was out of sight.