Post by Myouri Unzen on Mar 3, 2011 16:32:00 GMT -5
Name: Myouri Unzen
Current Rank:104
Desired Rank:Primera
Holder of desired rank:none
Them stem of the pine tree's was a golden brown with bark chipped an peeling off like dead skin; giving room for rebirth of new bark. Moving upwards along the tree roughly thirty feet, branches would stem out spanning at ten feet with smaller branch's protruding out as well; the leaves were clustered together an looked like bright green markers. As far as the eye could see along the horizon one would see a amazon of these tree's; the tops of the tree's swayed back an forth an with bend three inches, a strong breeze blew. However the stem that held the top of were the maker shaped leaves reside would hold strong an not budge like a boulder, if one were to look at all the tree's from a distance it would seem as if they were dancing in a elegant fusion. This was the outskirts of karakura and were the forest lived; very few people ventured out there due to fear of getting lost an the narrow space between them.
On the ground across the open space a small black would form an would begin to expand as if someone was drawing a line with a black marker. Reaching five feet across, it would rip the very space an a pitch black circle would cover a area of ten by ten; a black abyss. Like the jaws of some underwater creature there was complete silence before the echo of faint footsteps would slowly but surely echo out. As the figure that was Myouri unzen would finally emerge from this abyss an take step out of the garganta, his left foot landing on the lush green grass; a small branch would snap without a sound underneath the pressure of his foot. The black abyss would snap its jaws shut an with a screeching as it did this it would disperse from the vicinity. The young boy's clothing was ripped up an holes stranded out from it, it was as if someone had tried to make a new stylish clothing fashion an failed horribly; to add to the worn out pants an shirt dirt encompassed most of it as rolling in mud was a sport. However looks were something that did not concern myouri an thus his reason for not changing just like a kid with a blankly who didn't want to wash it because it was precious to them.
The ground underneath myouri an the forest in front of him was a lush green, with brambles, broken branches, daisy's and a civilization different insects scurrying around probably looking for something eat. It was truly a magnificent sight, one that myouri did not want to disturb so as such he stood perfectly, a tingling sensation would run up his leg as centipede was crawling over his foot. On the outside of the forest was the cool breeze that blew; strong enough to shake myouri's clothing an complicate his sight due to his hair flapping right in front of his eyes. Having taking the wonders of the ground that he stood upon, myouri turned his gaze towards upwards and around. A crystal clear blue filled the sky and looked as if belonged on post card for some exotic place not a trace of any clouds could be seen any were, and the sound of chirping birds could be heard as they flew over head into the abyss of a forest. Lowering his gaze closer to the ground, myouri would come across a multitude of different colored butterflies as the flew around in two's in what seemed to be a sophisticated dance; each one glistened in the clear blue sky making there colors shine. Buzzing from daisy to daisy were a few bumble bee's with there yellow an black lines making them look like a light, there bellies were a golden yellow due from all the yellow.
What came next was a screeching sound once more which led myouri to turn his body in the direction of it. The same way that myouri had entered this area another person was coming, as the jaws opened to reveal the darkness no sound of footsteps echoed out which was indeed odd; however a figure would emerge out of the garganta before it shut behind. The mans posture was up right an as he walked towards myouri, he held an elegance to him; his short hazel hair flickered with the wind making his facial complexion look like a man in his early twenties. His eyes were were a hue of brown; his face was neither too muscular nor feminine and fitted his stature of six foot. Wearing a black button up shirt with no sleeves, the collar was neatly placed down an he also had the top two buttons undone to let some air flow through the shirt; a pair of ironed black pants would accompany his outfit. However as such it fluttered the shirt upwards to show his elegant body, there was not much muscle on the man but it seemed it was tuned correctly an he kept himself in shape; indeed a handsome man.
Turning his whole body to face the man that was approaching myo, it would a matter of seconds before a gap of ten feet stood between the two. Both of them knew exactly what they were there for but before any physical confrontation would unfold the two would indulge in a conversation; boy an gentleman held a soft gently tone with each other an if an onlooker saw them it would seem like a father an son having a nice conversation:
"Hello there Myouri Unzen, Sorry to have kept you waiting, had to talk to my fellow comrades. Were are my manners my name is Aldon croft."
"No worries Aldon an thank you for coming out here."
" If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you for the last couple of weeks. None one could find you after your defeat against Tova Diablo?"
"Its fine, i went into solitude after the battle for pride was greatly hurt an i just needed to go away."
" Fair enough. Well i have kept you waiting long enough, i believe we should begin what you summoned me here."
"No worries an yes let us begin Aldon."
With the conversation now over, Aldon with his right hand would reach for his Zanpakutou an unsheathe it before facing it front of him; Myouri would also do the same however using his left hand instead of right. As such the two would look at each other briefly before simultaneously lunging forward at each other to commence the battle; however a smile would replace there calm faces, this smile was none one of enjoyment of fighting nor any blood lust but one that seemed that a unspoken friendship between had form.
Current Rank:104
Desired Rank:Primera
Holder of desired rank:none
Them stem of the pine tree's was a golden brown with bark chipped an peeling off like dead skin; giving room for rebirth of new bark. Moving upwards along the tree roughly thirty feet, branches would stem out spanning at ten feet with smaller branch's protruding out as well; the leaves were clustered together an looked like bright green markers. As far as the eye could see along the horizon one would see a amazon of these tree's; the tops of the tree's swayed back an forth an with bend three inches, a strong breeze blew. However the stem that held the top of were the maker shaped leaves reside would hold strong an not budge like a boulder, if one were to look at all the tree's from a distance it would seem as if they were dancing in a elegant fusion. This was the outskirts of karakura and were the forest lived; very few people ventured out there due to fear of getting lost an the narrow space between them.
On the ground across the open space a small black would form an would begin to expand as if someone was drawing a line with a black marker. Reaching five feet across, it would rip the very space an a pitch black circle would cover a area of ten by ten; a black abyss. Like the jaws of some underwater creature there was complete silence before the echo of faint footsteps would slowly but surely echo out. As the figure that was Myouri unzen would finally emerge from this abyss an take step out of the garganta, his left foot landing on the lush green grass; a small branch would snap without a sound underneath the pressure of his foot. The black abyss would snap its jaws shut an with a screeching as it did this it would disperse from the vicinity. The young boy's clothing was ripped up an holes stranded out from it, it was as if someone had tried to make a new stylish clothing fashion an failed horribly; to add to the worn out pants an shirt dirt encompassed most of it as rolling in mud was a sport. However looks were something that did not concern myouri an thus his reason for not changing just like a kid with a blankly who didn't want to wash it because it was precious to them.
The ground underneath myouri an the forest in front of him was a lush green, with brambles, broken branches, daisy's and a civilization different insects scurrying around probably looking for something eat. It was truly a magnificent sight, one that myouri did not want to disturb so as such he stood perfectly, a tingling sensation would run up his leg as centipede was crawling over his foot. On the outside of the forest was the cool breeze that blew; strong enough to shake myouri's clothing an complicate his sight due to his hair flapping right in front of his eyes. Having taking the wonders of the ground that he stood upon, myouri turned his gaze towards upwards and around. A crystal clear blue filled the sky and looked as if belonged on post card for some exotic place not a trace of any clouds could be seen any were, and the sound of chirping birds could be heard as they flew over head into the abyss of a forest. Lowering his gaze closer to the ground, myouri would come across a multitude of different colored butterflies as the flew around in two's in what seemed to be a sophisticated dance; each one glistened in the clear blue sky making there colors shine. Buzzing from daisy to daisy were a few bumble bee's with there yellow an black lines making them look like a light, there bellies were a golden yellow due from all the yellow.
What came next was a screeching sound once more which led myouri to turn his body in the direction of it. The same way that myouri had entered this area another person was coming, as the jaws opened to reveal the darkness no sound of footsteps echoed out which was indeed odd; however a figure would emerge out of the garganta before it shut behind. The mans posture was up right an as he walked towards myouri, he held an elegance to him; his short hazel hair flickered with the wind making his facial complexion look like a man in his early twenties. His eyes were were a hue of brown; his face was neither too muscular nor feminine and fitted his stature of six foot. Wearing a black button up shirt with no sleeves, the collar was neatly placed down an he also had the top two buttons undone to let some air flow through the shirt; a pair of ironed black pants would accompany his outfit. However as such it fluttered the shirt upwards to show his elegant body, there was not much muscle on the man but it seemed it was tuned correctly an he kept himself in shape; indeed a handsome man.
Turning his whole body to face the man that was approaching myo, it would a matter of seconds before a gap of ten feet stood between the two. Both of them knew exactly what they were there for but before any physical confrontation would unfold the two would indulge in a conversation; boy an gentleman held a soft gently tone with each other an if an onlooker saw them it would seem like a father an son having a nice conversation:
"Hello there Myouri Unzen, Sorry to have kept you waiting, had to talk to my fellow comrades. Were are my manners my name is Aldon croft."
"No worries Aldon an thank you for coming out here."
" If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you for the last couple of weeks. None one could find you after your defeat against Tova Diablo?"
"Its fine, i went into solitude after the battle for pride was greatly hurt an i just needed to go away."
" Fair enough. Well i have kept you waiting long enough, i believe we should begin what you summoned me here."
"No worries an yes let us begin Aldon."
With the conversation now over, Aldon with his right hand would reach for his Zanpakutou an unsheathe it before facing it front of him; Myouri would also do the same however using his left hand instead of right. As such the two would look at each other briefly before simultaneously lunging forward at each other to commence the battle; however a smile would replace there calm faces, this smile was none one of enjoyment of fighting nor any blood lust but one that seemed that a unspoken friendship between had form.
