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[Kodiak]

[Kodiak]

A single, frail paw shrouded in ebony scored across the desiccated earth, parched of anything the occasional pebble. However starved the terrain displayed itself, a stout sprout emerged from beneath the pad, minuscule and vibrant jade in color. A satisfied grunt dribbled from the maw of the emasculate brujo. "He's arrived. The child who reeks of death. He will shape the way we think about everything, and even revolutionize the meaning of grief. A villain with noble causes.."
Snout thrust to the skies, his narrow pointed ears jostling in the breeze. His jaws parted while livid lips trembled throughout his daft laughter. "I've waited too long for this."
The grotesque augur cast his gaze into the pool of water before him, detecting nothing but his own form; canine engulfed by the decaying skull of another.
"Yes, the tragic hero has come."

The massive cranium swayed to match the movement of the petite creature, cupped ears pressed against the slightest niches of his sleek skull. A brume of blamy air, almost like vapor in a chilling dawn escaped his broad, feline snout. Silent, his eyes followed the invisible path to the Mist territory, colossal muscles beneath his dappled leopard pelt rooted to the ground and round, forlorn orbs continued to drift undisturbed.

Young ninja resided before the den of the Mist Kage, tassle lashing with curt impatience. Her fur was enshrouded in luscious shades of brown, lobes erect and tall. After the slightest of moments passed, her hinds pulled from beneath her as she rose up, pacing ardently outside the entrance. A voice sounded athwart her, her irritation making the white brujo previously oblivious to her.
"I doubt you'll see as much as a feather of the Kage. He's locked himself up in his chambers again, intent on one thing or another."
The femora twisted around sharply, frustrated whipped around to face the genin, copper amulet swinging as her mahogany maw nearly pressed against his. A strained growl eluded her clenched enamels. "I don't take kindly to mere toddlers who still do not know what it means to lose blood in the service of his village. If you think I will listen to any crude nonsense that you speak-"
"Faust is not to be bothered." The Jounin was interrupted by a impassive voice originating from just outside the den. The lithe canine was composed of extremely narrow legs eventually leading up to an undernourished body. Each slender rib was visible; Keith's spine easily traceable down his back. The sentry's chilling eyes, almost completely enshrouded in ocherous fur, regarded them silently, allowing bushy strands of his tail fur to delicately cascade over his forepaws. Nikka's deep hazel eyes narrowed into affronted slits. "Then what would you like me to do? Send the messenger back to the Caves without even hearing what he has to say?"
As a result of their argument, neither of them had noticed the creature until he shouldered his way through. Faust was nothing more than a beast; adorned by a mixture of fur and feathers with an utterly massive structure. "Nikka, just the kunoichi I was looking for. Come, it is time for you to share you knowledge with others."
Faust departed, while Nikka followed by contributing nothing more than a curt snort. Spectral eyes of Keith all but accompanied the pair, while aciculate teeth fastened themselves on a stuffed feline, chewing in a jejune manner. Toben simply flicks a single lobe, too uninterested in novice genin to convince himself to move. The pair of advanced shinobi approached a young fennec fox with auditives sensitive enough to espy the robust muscles of his superiors. The low, blatant dialect of Faust swiftly engulfed his senses. "Rollo, do you know where the others are?"
"N-no I don't sir..Sir!" A new dose of vigor added as he repeated the formal word, as if he did not say it loud enough the first time. Slightly flustered, his downy tail appeared somehow even bushier. "I do not know where they are, well..I might know where they aren't."
Nikka's temperament flared once again, patience teased."Of course we know where they aren't! They aren't right here, that's clear!"
Rollo's almond orbs expanded swiftly at her merciless tongue, pupils wide. "Scar-ry. Later." Before the statement was even completed, the youthful fox was already dashing off to seek his comrades, tossing the hasty words over his shoulder. The village band that adorned his neck swung in the immature warrior's alacrity, a continuing reminder of the youthful fox's enthusiasm to succeed.

[asail]

Saiya Te gave a lack luster swipe at the coarse earth where the young bloods were typically trained, the grounds thick and dark with the moisture bestowed by the morning fogs. The orange of his fur, branded by exotic patterns, saturated at the toes as they idly grazed across the sodden grasses. An overwhelming ennui carved a long sigh from his throat and soured the formerly ‘boredom despaired’ look on his strong face. His whiskers gave a jovial bounce when the impulsive nod of his head garnered the sight of the progressing party. He called blithely with a good humor that seemed ever present in his resilient, youthful joy. “Well, good morning to ya, esteemed pack of the shinobi!” His words ended with a slight wheeze from his nose as if something was funny, rolling languidly onto his haunches, a vague ghost of muscle rippling under his striking pelt. His eyes followed Rollo for a spell, a glint of amusement in his jovial stare, hinting at what had been so entertaining in his greeting. The jungle cat regarded his superiors with playful respect, rolling onto steady paws and bowing his petite, yet sturdy, frame with a comical sway. “Ah! Good Evening, Sir Kage, and-- ” The stripe above his eye quirked devilishly. “Her most becoming…” He flashed a coy smile with devious flare.

Blood crept from the mangled core of her paws, draining into sanguine clay. Dark elms, bark maimed and imbued with alien color, were gored in the hulls of their trunks by her endless assaults. Quakes crept up the back of her nimble haunches, body taut with tremulous muscle as she steadied herself, fortifying her empty reserves with boiling will, denying her ineffable exhaustion. Things began to sink into an obscure world. The trees which sheltered her seemed to pass into whorls of hues, as the ground directly below dissolved into a shimmering and uncertain mist. A treacherous pain coursed her wake, her single and fading anchor to reality, as her body screamed for solace, for rest, for an end… But battles do not end. Her jaws, strenuously parted by rapacious breath, shuddered as she devoured further air against the capacity of her abused lungs. Her broad head lowered and her eyes closed with an impassive exhale. Red spilled upon the ocher leaves from a gash on her hind. Her shoulders relaxed and her breaths elongated. The sunlight dappled her softly, dusting her temperate pelt with an ethereal glow and the crimson silt of her flesh with a ghostly, copper light. It was an odd and savage beauty.. Her acute eyes spanned vast with sharp light as a howling breath, stark with massed power, was released and careened with a massive force-- scoring deep and devastating with a shrieking split of the bark. Breaths emptied from her, long and agonizing, annoyance blurring any other emotion from her eyes. Her irises now paled of their amber shade, becoming opalescent and nebulous with fog as the shape of the trees began to wither again. Her body quivered, stumbling slightly from her hold on the earth. She gnashed her bare fangs, but tired and relinquished herself to stillness, to breath. Delicate ears flattened to her skull, pressed into the thin down of her slick coat. Her heart seized with a terrible pain that wracked her mind into a dumb and all-consuming blackness. But it was not time to rest yet. It would never be time to rest. She closed her eyes, to tempt her dizzy world to recede again. It was an odd and savage beauty.

The great cat of the caves was no longer alone. A dark shape heaved himself between a crop of rocks to stalk upon the dais of stone the kage now occupied. His sable frame was lanky with youth, pronounced shoulders and limbs rumbling with the purr of vigorous muscle as he sauntered toward the Kage with a seamless and silent finesse. The abnormally broad span of his hardy paws and limbs were almost comically unfitting with his slender shape. His mane, hardly grown, bore only a few ruffled tufts thickening at the crown of his head and the crane of his neck. He stopped a respectable enough distance away, pausing for brief respite before the subtle bow of his head. He spoke with such a forthright manner it could be confused easily with arrogance. “Kage, I have a request to ask of you.” His azure eyes were stark against his night pitched pelt, their attention focused on the leader, and held like a snare. Or perhaps, he was so accepting of his pride it could be misinterpreted as frankness. His tail coiled aimlessly by his back leg, disturbing dust from the face of the rock with the feathery, onyx plume at its tip.