Post by Shonengetsu Chronos on Aug 10, 2010 22:13:00 GMT -5
Shonengetsu had been sitting in his throne, which resides in the throne room of the Chronos Manor. A dark shadow laid over half of his form, cutting a a diagonal upon his waistline, showing only his legs and feet. He was dressed differently than usual, only in his sparing/training attire. He had worn this one other time, with Katsu Chronos, who he had killed, but never meant to.
Surely, there was more to his new attire, but his shirt was hidden by the shadows, which oh so nicely cloaked his body. His leggings were a black, somewhat baggy jean style. At his hip-side, the average carrier which held his anti-tank mines, kunais, miniature tank balls, rope, and poison. His Grave Marker was nowhere in sight, considering this was a new style of dressing. He never did use the Grave Marker for training sessions.
Close by, he felt the presence of another male. Surely, this was the presence of his new student, Alanki, but he was not so sure, considering he could not see the male. His eyes fixated in front of him, where the arena in the middle of the throne room laid. The arena's flooring was made of broken tiles, covered with the blood of previous killed enemies. His opponents before had been saved as a bloody mark on the tiles, to remind Shonengetsu that he was never alone in the world. That death so very, and utterly true.
Along the walls of the Chronos Manor, above the lower lining, and mid-section of the walls, laid candles, which surrounded the entire room. These candles, lit up, the flames flickered and danced around. The light of the candles gave the room its only lighting, this was surely true. The room had been made of a foreign texture, reinforced with steel, to make sure that the destruction of the room by a strong opponent was not possible. Unless of course, something more tragic happened. Tribal markings laced the roof, and flowed down the walls, ending exactly where the candles base ended.
Shonengetsu leaned forward, lifting his hands slowly. The palms of his hands came down to press against his knees, and with that, he levered himself into a standing position. The hands on his knees brought the ease of the stress on his back. He was surely tired from previous fights, and his back was sore, but Shonengetsu felt hardly any pain when it came to muscle cramps. Upon standing, Shonengetsu stepped forward to the arena which laid in the center of the throne room, taking his position on the side where he stood. His orbs set to fixate on the other side of the arena, far-off to the entrance door-way. From there, Shonengetsu knew that the presence of the other male would surely come from this direction, cause there was no other way to enter. Parting his lips lightly, Shonengetsu had spoke the softly driven English language he had been surrounded by for 325 years. "Sir...please do expose yourself so I may take pride in showing you the light."
Surely, there was more to his new attire, but his shirt was hidden by the shadows, which oh so nicely cloaked his body. His leggings were a black, somewhat baggy jean style. At his hip-side, the average carrier which held his anti-tank mines, kunais, miniature tank balls, rope, and poison. His Grave Marker was nowhere in sight, considering this was a new style of dressing. He never did use the Grave Marker for training sessions.
Close by, he felt the presence of another male. Surely, this was the presence of his new student, Alanki, but he was not so sure, considering he could not see the male. His eyes fixated in front of him, where the arena in the middle of the throne room laid. The arena's flooring was made of broken tiles, covered with the blood of previous killed enemies. His opponents before had been saved as a bloody mark on the tiles, to remind Shonengetsu that he was never alone in the world. That death so very, and utterly true.
Along the walls of the Chronos Manor, above the lower lining, and mid-section of the walls, laid candles, which surrounded the entire room. These candles, lit up, the flames flickered and danced around. The light of the candles gave the room its only lighting, this was surely true. The room had been made of a foreign texture, reinforced with steel, to make sure that the destruction of the room by a strong opponent was not possible. Unless of course, something more tragic happened. Tribal markings laced the roof, and flowed down the walls, ending exactly where the candles base ended.
Shonengetsu leaned forward, lifting his hands slowly. The palms of his hands came down to press against his knees, and with that, he levered himself into a standing position. The hands on his knees brought the ease of the stress on his back. He was surely tired from previous fights, and his back was sore, but Shonengetsu felt hardly any pain when it came to muscle cramps. Upon standing, Shonengetsu stepped forward to the arena which laid in the center of the throne room, taking his position on the side where he stood. His orbs set to fixate on the other side of the arena, far-off to the entrance door-way. From there, Shonengetsu knew that the presence of the other male would surely come from this direction, cause there was no other way to enter. Parting his lips lightly, Shonengetsu had spoke the softly driven English language he had been surrounded by for 325 years. "Sir...please do expose yourself so I may take pride in showing you the light."