Post by Kirihito Arachne on Jan 29, 2005 20:41:30 GMT -5
Name: Kirihito Arachne
Race: Human, Kiryuudo, Spider Tribe
Position: Professor of Political Science at the Academy
Sample Post:
The sun would rise on a new day as it always had and always would. The pink dawn cast just enough light down to allow the shadows of the stone ruins to stretch and warp as the sun began its daily climb to the peak of the sky. Onigumo was just about to wake with a very large headache. As he opened his eyes the first sight he saw, blurred as it was, was not the sun peeking over the tops of the lush trees, but the face of Kirihito Arachne his friend and leader. He was a mid sized man, not too tall and very lean with soft eyes and brown hair. He dressed well in mostly whites, button down coats and pressed pants. Kirihito smiled at him, reaching a hand to cup the side of his battered face.
"Good morning, Oni." He said in his normal tenor tone. "How do you feel?"
He did not expect Oni to be feeling well at all considering the beating he had taken from the beast master the night before. Oni groaned and allowed Kirihito to help him sit up. His shoulders and face felt sore, his leg felt numb, and it hurt to breathe. Clothes were bloodstained and torn, his head reeled in pain... but he was yet still alive. Looking up to his leader, to the man he called friend but idolized with every fiber of his being, he blinked his swollen eyes. "He... he left me alive."
Kirihito nodded, laying a hand over Oni's forehead while two other men saw to tending the wounds that needed immediate necessity. Oni smiled. "You did come back for me." Kirihito simply smiled. "You doubted I would?" He chided softly. He was not one to ever leave a man behind. Oni smiles as best he could with a split lip. He adored Kirihito... he had vision and purpose and a great passion in him. He was a wonderful leader, better than the Spider Clan ever could have hoped for. Oni would have followed him to the depths of the abyss if that was what Kirihito thought would be best for the Clan. They were a broken and wandering people, more lost than ever before since that night three years past when the Beast Master had devestated their town. He now sat in the ruins of it, having come full circle and still with the short end of the stick.
Kirihito stood then, looking beyond the crumbling stone and marked graves into the looming woods beyond. He could feel the pull, the calling. A hand moved over a broken pendant of gold that hung around his neck on a chain. Soon... soon. There was a tinge of pain as he moved his arm. He had not the time yet to tend to his own wounds after the fight as Matsate and Oni had been more important to him to see to. He had also taken a few good hits from the Beast Master. In fact he was quite impressed how finely tuned Ahote had kept his skills. Had Kirihito been one instant slower perhaps the shoulder would be broken instead of merely wounded as it was. Such thoughts could become consuming as they dwelled on the fight, the darkness, and the near victory he had let go when it was just within reach... Silence shattered. He looked gently to a man who called for his attention.
"Lord Kirihito... his leg is broken. He will not make the journey to the village in his condition." The older man looked to Kirihito with a worried expression. Surely it was not safe to stay within the confines of the ruins... the Beast Tamer would be back any time and he would devestate them if they were cought by surprise. "Tend to him as long as you can. Send word back to the village, have them fetch a stretcher or a pull canvas. We will not leave him here. We shall camp the night if we have to." Kirihito answered in the same steady tone he gave all of his commands with. The man nodded and set off to delegate the order.
Kirihito stayed facing the wood. He knew it was dangerous to stay, but he would not leave Oni behind. Such loyalty did not deserve abandonment. His eyes moved to the ground. Readjusting his glasses he focused on a moving shape with a smile. Bending down he scooped up an earthworm that had been wriggling into a hole. Holding it in the palm of his hand he reached into his coat. Then letting the large brown Cardinal Spider crawl up his forearm and into his palm he watched with a soft expression, like that of love of a father for a child, as it devoured the meal he had gotten for it. His eyes drew up to the woods once more. He would see to the death of the Beast Master for what he had done. For the dozens he had killed. For Oni. For his Clan. Looking down to the spider once more he let it crawl onto his fingertips. "Soon, Ahote Masou... soon." He murmured before turning his back on the wood... for now.
Race: Human, Kiryuudo, Spider Tribe
Position: Professor of Political Science at the Academy
Sample Post:
The sun would rise on a new day as it always had and always would. The pink dawn cast just enough light down to allow the shadows of the stone ruins to stretch and warp as the sun began its daily climb to the peak of the sky. Onigumo was just about to wake with a very large headache. As he opened his eyes the first sight he saw, blurred as it was, was not the sun peeking over the tops of the lush trees, but the face of Kirihito Arachne his friend and leader. He was a mid sized man, not too tall and very lean with soft eyes and brown hair. He dressed well in mostly whites, button down coats and pressed pants. Kirihito smiled at him, reaching a hand to cup the side of his battered face.
"Good morning, Oni." He said in his normal tenor tone. "How do you feel?"
He did not expect Oni to be feeling well at all considering the beating he had taken from the beast master the night before. Oni groaned and allowed Kirihito to help him sit up. His shoulders and face felt sore, his leg felt numb, and it hurt to breathe. Clothes were bloodstained and torn, his head reeled in pain... but he was yet still alive. Looking up to his leader, to the man he called friend but idolized with every fiber of his being, he blinked his swollen eyes. "He... he left me alive."
Kirihito nodded, laying a hand over Oni's forehead while two other men saw to tending the wounds that needed immediate necessity. Oni smiled. "You did come back for me." Kirihito simply smiled. "You doubted I would?" He chided softly. He was not one to ever leave a man behind. Oni smiles as best he could with a split lip. He adored Kirihito... he had vision and purpose and a great passion in him. He was a wonderful leader, better than the Spider Clan ever could have hoped for. Oni would have followed him to the depths of the abyss if that was what Kirihito thought would be best for the Clan. They were a broken and wandering people, more lost than ever before since that night three years past when the Beast Master had devestated their town. He now sat in the ruins of it, having come full circle and still with the short end of the stick.
Kirihito stood then, looking beyond the crumbling stone and marked graves into the looming woods beyond. He could feel the pull, the calling. A hand moved over a broken pendant of gold that hung around his neck on a chain. Soon... soon. There was a tinge of pain as he moved his arm. He had not the time yet to tend to his own wounds after the fight as Matsate and Oni had been more important to him to see to. He had also taken a few good hits from the Beast Master. In fact he was quite impressed how finely tuned Ahote had kept his skills. Had Kirihito been one instant slower perhaps the shoulder would be broken instead of merely wounded as it was. Such thoughts could become consuming as they dwelled on the fight, the darkness, and the near victory he had let go when it was just within reach... Silence shattered. He looked gently to a man who called for his attention.
"Lord Kirihito... his leg is broken. He will not make the journey to the village in his condition." The older man looked to Kirihito with a worried expression. Surely it was not safe to stay within the confines of the ruins... the Beast Tamer would be back any time and he would devestate them if they were cought by surprise. "Tend to him as long as you can. Send word back to the village, have them fetch a stretcher or a pull canvas. We will not leave him here. We shall camp the night if we have to." Kirihito answered in the same steady tone he gave all of his commands with. The man nodded and set off to delegate the order.
Kirihito stayed facing the wood. He knew it was dangerous to stay, but he would not leave Oni behind. Such loyalty did not deserve abandonment. His eyes moved to the ground. Readjusting his glasses he focused on a moving shape with a smile. Bending down he scooped up an earthworm that had been wriggling into a hole. Holding it in the palm of his hand he reached into his coat. Then letting the large brown Cardinal Spider crawl up his forearm and into his palm he watched with a soft expression, like that of love of a father for a child, as it devoured the meal he had gotten for it. His eyes drew up to the woods once more. He would see to the death of the Beast Master for what he had done. For the dozens he had killed. For Oni. For his Clan. Looking down to the spider once more he let it crawl onto his fingertips. "Soon, Ahote Masou... soon." He murmured before turning his back on the wood... for now.