Basic InformationName: Triuen "Silvermane" Leingod
Age: 212
Gender: Male
Rank: Espada
Number: Zero & Ten
Looks: Standing at 6’5” Triune is of light skin tone. His eyes are a piercing dark blue, completed focused and intense when looked into. White silver hair goes down to his shoulder blades that hangs across his shoulders slightly in front of his face and behind his back. His mask fragment starts above the inside of his right eyebrow stretching out to his temple and down to his cheekbone in a crescent shape around it spider-webbing out at the edges slightly, his Hollow hole is located at the top of his collar bone.
His clothing is multi-layered; in almost all black he wears a sleeveless
black shirt, long baggy pants, laced boots with straps at his shins, and
a short black cloak that straps around his shoulders and throat.
Hollow
Hole: Collar Bone
Mask Fragment: Right
Eyebrow
Number Tattoo: Left Hand
Personality: Love: A facet rarely seen out of him, he only shows any affection for
those with whom he has protected for or as a pack. Though not one to
normally run in groups. This is unusual for him to show at all at any
point in time.
Joy: The thrills of the hunt and kill, Triune
usually expresses himself almost puppy-like when he's this excited and
can tend to run more often than not he will be more self-contained but
it can still get the best of him and he can get a little carried away
with how excited he is.
Surprise: Usually reacting to this as a
threat to lash out agressively at it before asking questions. If he is
surprised he usually makes the target wish they hadn't surprised him.
He'll usually feign running and come up from behind with a hamstring or
something of the sort. Accompainied by a yelp usually Triune tends to
react first and ask questions later, though it is hard to sneak up on
him with his canine sense of smell and hearing.
Anger: Usually
expressed through irritation, he's never really truly angered unless
he's in a fight. He just tends to become tired of others quickly and
irritated by their little nuances. The fastest way to anger him is to
prove yourself incapable of standing up for yourself or those you wish
to defend. In this category is disgust, rage, exasperation, irritation,
torment, and envy. These of which only rage, irritation, and
exasperation are prevalent.
Sadness: Probably the usual emotion
that is shown from him. He has grown used to standing alone without
another to be on his side. he has caused his own self-suffering because
none can find him worth staying with. Keeping to himself now he tends to
go alone and never stray from his own objectives keeping his loner
attitude he often acts cold to others to keep from being drawn in with
others. Not above acting to help, he doesn't allow weak tagger ons that
need his help.
Fear: His response to fear is indifference,
usually then he attacks it. He refuses to be afraid and responds by
striking out against them or completely ignoring it to keep others from
seeing it. No matter what the situation he maintains an uncaring
attitude against all those unless they actually know him closely.
To
sum it up, he appears cold on the surface almost to the point of
neglect. He keeps his distance and prefers to do as little work as
possible to avoid any missteps. When pressed at all however he reacts
quickly and violently to any threat that presents itself in the manner
with which it presents itself to him.
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Zanpakuto
InformationName: Koshiwa
Release
Phrase: Fall.
Hollow MaskName: Hakku [The Eight Sufferings]
Manifestation: Hakku Ability: - Cero
-
Sonido
- High Speed Regeneration
Hollow
Mask
Appearance: Hollow mask Resurrecion
InformationName: Neumond
Schillernd [New Moon Enigmatic]
Represent: The
Moon
Family: Lunar
Looks: His appearance changes significantly. In either hand he gains two
gunblades , about the length of a long pistol . Differences to the
picture is the bottoms have more of an edge and a short bandolier
extension going past the barrel by an inch. The rounds fired from these
weapons are high density Reiatsu compressed rounds capable of piercing
through normal Heirro at his rank. Speeds of the rounds are faster than
Bala, however each round is a tracer round mean you can track it
visually.
His clothing shifts a bit, his color off-setting to
white on black. His right arm gains a full arm sleeve that’s white
starting at the bottom of his wrist and going into the shirt around his
chest. The stitching are black as well as the fringes. On his left arm a
single wrist band is there the core of it white the edges black. He
gains a loose black jacket with white fur lining that shows the white
shirt underneath it. The jacket is a zip up type; two main pockets, one
on the outside of his chest and two on the inside of his jacket. His
pants are loose baggy white ones that cover his feet to the laces of his
boots almost on the ground.
TechniquesName:
Mondteiler [Lunar Divider]
Description: Triune draws the power of
the moon directly into himself suffusing himself in its' power. When
this happens he enters a beserk state his eyes fill over in pure white
luminescence. While in this his attacks become faster and more brutal.
He takes no regard for those around him and focuses only on bringing
down his target. This ability adjusts his wardrobe slightly, his left
wrist cuff gaining a lunar glow around it as well as the heels of his
boots. These look almost like he's got miniature boosts on them, they
visually burn when looked upon.
His weapons are adjusted as well,
the blades at the bottom of his gunblades gain a pure white extension
blade adding another foot of blade to it and coating the rest in the
same energies increasing its' cutting powers by another rank. His shots,
when fired, are now slugs instead of rounds. They appear to be pure
molten energy when fired out at the same speeds and rates as his
originally released form. When striking a lunar fire effect occurs, more
effective than normal fires used, these burn white hot but cannot
sustain themselves for more than a second or two after contact with any
object. While in this state his strength and physical speed are tripled.
Name:
Ruf des Mondes [Cry of the Moon]
Description: This allows him to
track any enemies who has had any spilt blood or wounds on them
regardless of if it's on the ground or not, it leaves a vapor trail and
he can track it. Once a person has been scented he can first see the
trail, and the close he gets(within 25 yards) he can see their body
outlined in infrared allowing him to track them through any lighting.
His eyes take on a red tinge.
The above is only to start off this
technique. The true nature of the technique is to allow Triune to close
in on his opponents in order to unleash his final attack.
Once
within range the true name of the technique comes into play, emitting a
quick howl a reminiscent moon alights in the sky, regardless of the time
of day, from this moon beams come down from the sky in quick bursts
that ignite the ground around him. Should they strike Triune it does
little other than illuminate him. If it hits another, those of equal
rank will be temporarily held in place, as if the Cry of the Moon is
holding them. In their minds a sound so enrapturing plays that they stop
to listen to it, as if from a distant memory. Though not real in any
sense, they feel as if they know it and in that instant are vulnerable
to attack. Even the deaf are held tranquil in its’ grasp.
Name:
Eine Meute Verloren [A Pack Lost]
Description: The Coup De Grace of
Triunes capabilities. When activated the pack lost, or the one never had
but wanted, seems to manifest itself in the area around Triune in a 50
yard radius throwing off his preys' perception of himself and his
location. These pack members summoned are very real, though having none
of Triunes actual powers save his physical capabilities. Meaning they
can use Sonido and fire off his weapons but cannot perform his other
Ress abilities or any other techniques.
While this is active
Triune goes into an almost trance-like state focusing in on his target
until it is dead, there are few things that can shake him out of this
short of near-death, or a shocking revelation or experience. While in
this trance-like state he gains the ability to move between each of the
'pack' members allowing him to change position almost at will(max of
four other pack members). Each of these members can announce themselves
vocally howling into the night chilling the air with their call.
Each
pack member looks identical to Triune in all ways save one. There is
always a slight difference between each of them. Some article of
clothing, a change on their weapon, standing, fighting style. These
targets can be killed, if done so they cannot reenter the field of
combat until the ability has ended and been reactivated or if Triune
physically reaches them and revives them with his own powers.
Segunda Etapa Information
Appearance:
He almost reverts back to his old hollow form in the sense that he looks like some sort of monkey like creature only with horns. However now his left arm is covered in a stiff bone and it reaches up and over the left side of his chest. It comes up and over the left side of his face covering half his face from view. The bone that covers the left side of his face covers the left side of his hair. It forms the bone like horn that curls back around his head.
Spikes protrude from Triune's spine and they go right down to his tail bone which keeps going to form a scorpion tail. The tail curls upwards or swings lazily from side to side behind him. The tip pointed although holding no poison it can still hurt someone if it's swung hard enough.
Segunda Etapa Weapon:
Dual Wield Bladses
Segunda Etapa Ability:
Huelga de Dragón [ Dragon Strike- Offensive- Lunar]
This technique utlizes his passive ability to change his own reiatsu into Lunar Energy and his swordsmanship. His two swords become entwined with a bright aura and makes a cutting motion firing twin waves of reiatsu powered lunar energy streaming towards and opponent. This attack can be blocked by an equally powerful attack or a more powerful attack however if it faces a lower ranked fire, water, or earth attack it will simply set it a blaze in a miner explosion. This technique is powered through reiatsu and as such its intensity can very from great to small depending on the amount the user puts forth into the attack.
Aliento de Dragones [ Dragons Breath - Offensive- Lunar]
Range - 5-25 feet
Dragons breath is a technique that is unique to Triune alone. Since his elemental affinity seems to be that of Lunar Energy he channels reiatsu into his lungs and changes its affinity to a blue aura cero that he spews from underneath the mask that hides his face in his resurrecion. This can be devastating depending on how much reiatsu he puts into the attack and the more damage it does the quicker he becomes exhausted. As such he will often only fire a single stream of strong Lunar Energy or he will fire several bursts of Lunar Energy that are considerably weaker. If a target is hit with the technique it the aura attaches to the enemies distinct spritual signature. Allowing Triune to keep tabs on the person where ever they are. It can all be used to incarcerate/trap and incinerate/burn an oppoent doing damge depending on the enemy.
Asesino de Dragón [Dragon Slayer- Passive - Lunar]
Phase 1: An attack specifically designed to overpower his opponent. By adding in Reiatsu to his swing, he can add an impact or short burst when the attack finally hits something. If the attack were to hit something directly, it would be meant slashing it in half as if cutting a really soft piece of bread with a butcher knife. The attack in English translates to be named Bone Crusher for the fact that a direct block would "crush" the bones of someones arms that are his own level. Someone a level higher than he may break there arms, but it is highly unlikely. A level above has a chance, but most likely they will have no problems. Two levels above him will just cause their arms to go numb with some pain. After that it will just cause minor discomfort.
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Phase 2: This is the more powerful version of Phase 1 Asesion de Dragón. Unlike Phase 1 this attack doesn't unleash a short burst of Reiatsu, it explodes on contact, with the explosion aimed forward. This technique isn't meant for breaking bones, it is for blasting there whole body with Reiatsu and taking advantage of them while they are stunned from such a strike. The huge disadvantage of this attack is the strain it adds on to Triune. He has to swing full force and add his full Reiatsu behind the strike for it to work properly. So he must time out the attack in order to make sure it lands. He needs fifteen seconds after it to recuperate fully. He can still fight before those fifteen seconds, but his speed and strength are cut in half. Landing the hit and then striking the opponent down is the greatest option he has. If he continues to fight after using this, he will need twenty seconds to recuperate.
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Phase 3: By spinning his zanpaktou over his head, he can build a huge momentum and use that to attack. This is probably his easiest attack, for it takes the least amount Reiatsu to use.
"Passo Uno:" Is the command phrase he calls out when he starts to spin the blade. For every five seconds he spins the blade, he gains one more attack he can perform. Seconds don't start being counted until he says the phrase.
"Passo Doss": He must call this to engage the attack. By flattening his palm and holding it straight out, he can now use the zanpaktou with it spinning at a constant speed; the speed is determined on how quickly it was spinning when he called out the second phrase.
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Phase 4: This is his strongest technique and the only long range technique he posses(Just by using his zanpaktou he is fighting at mid-range level because of the the size. The total size of his zanpaktou is nine feet long, the blade being six feet and the hilt being three feet). He can only use this technique after doing Passo Doss of Phase 3. Before he has to grab the blade, it instantly forms a circle of his teal Reiatsu around the large zanpaktou. An electric looking teal energy starts to form on the side of the blade not facing him. He then puts the zanpaktou right infront of himself and holds his right arm with his left to help himself from losing his concentration. He then fires a blast, much like Cero from his zanpaktou, but the blast is teal and stronger than a Cero. This attack uses most of his remaining Reiatsu and can only be used once. It is a last defense and is made to be strong enough to injure someone a level above him. And injure but nothing big to someone two or more levels above him. After the attack, his speed and strength is cut down to one third of what it was when he used the attack. His spiritual energy is roughly two fifths of what he had when he did it. After this, he must take hold of the zanpaktou and fight at his weakened state. The attack goes 30 yards and after that the power starts to diminish little by little at 100 Yards, it completely fades away. It moves as quickly as a Bala and is twice the size of a Cero.
History and RP SampleHistory: No
Self-Recollection
Awakening on the ground in the middle of the
woods, he didn't recognize anything. All he could see around him was
darkness and woods. It was cold too, snow. He thought he remembered that
much about it. There was snow covering the ground around him in deep
drifts. The trees were bare of any leaf, some of the pine trees could be
seen with their needles but that was it. Getting up unsteadily the soul
reached touched his chest, a chain hung from it one that was linked to
something in the ground.
Jerking it, the chain clinked through
the snow. Pulling it up he found it anchored to the ground in a clearing
where another body was lying. Staring at it fascinated, there was
something familiar about it, he couldn't quite place it. Dismissing it
the soul walked away from it stopping as the chain ran out of length
pulling him to the ground almost. Frowning at it he jerked it in an
attempt to free himself. It stuck in the ground solidly. Letting out an
irritated breath the plus wandered the circle irritably noting the
change, or lack therein, of scenery.
The Plus Life
This
place had grown dull after awhile, nothing at all had changed at all,
he had stayed here for the longest time nothing had changed. It seemed
to get colder and nothing wandered close enough for him to lash out at.
He couldn't believe how remote this place was. Jerking his chain angrily
the soul felt something 'break' in it. As if something had started,
something irreversible. Staring down the chain it had started to simply
break apart. The lock on his chest vanishing revealing a hole. Or apart
of one.
Drawing a ragged breath the soul went from fiercely angry
to distressed almost instantly. This chain had been there since he had
awoken, he didn't want to think of what would happen to himself if he
lost it. It was his only remaining connection to the world. Clutching
the remnants of the chain in his hands as if he could hold it together
the soul sat huddled around the remnants of his chain, afraid to wander
now for fear of breaking this already fragile loop. Only a dozen or so
remained intact, and those barely so rust pitted them and some barely
had any remaining keeping it attached.
Shivering, not from the
cold, he barely thought of that now the soul stared at the remainder of
his chain with a ball of ice in his stomach. Uncertain as to what would
happen to him at all the soul sat there rocking back and forth, days
passed as he watched his own chain break before his eyes. He didn't
remember anything, something, he was here for something to do something!
Angry suddenly he stared at the tormenting, diminishing chain gripping
it tightly he jerked at it pulling it free of his chest in a blinding
white light.
Hollowfied
Landing in the snow he stared
at the chain in his hand and the hole in his chest, his eyes widened
quickly at what he had done. What had he done? He stared around, his
heart beating in his threat a sweat breaking over him as he stared at it
before he opened his mouth to scream as raw instinct took over.
Fighting it, resisting it a canine mask suddenly engulfed his face
blocking out his vision in a filmy white substance covering his body.
Hands and legs changing his body contorted becoming dog-like on all
fours. Claws appeared on his hands as the became padded and his joints
reversed on themselves.
Howling out in pain, instinct took over, a
cold cool instinct. One of judgment and cunning. Howling out loud, the
cry of a starving soul he vanished from the clearing abandoning the site
he had kept watch over all this time. Deserting the place as though it
was the bane of existence, a thing to be forgotten as quickly as
possible. The desolation of that place broke through to the Hollow that
had taken over causing it to flee the site as quickly as possible. A
dark grey body that ran fluidly over the frozen landscape searching for a
meal.
Struggle through to the top
Having spent large
portion of its' time wandering the forests finding and devouring souls
it came across, Hollow or human alike it suddenly grew tired of this. It
needed more, something else to sustain its' being that was more filling
than these chums of little power held for him. Opening the portal to
darkness and white sands the Hollow stalked through it, wary of prey
that lurked here.
Lured to a place of gathering, one that was
left in his instincts. One he felt he had to get to he buried himself in
the sands coming up on the branches of a sky reaching forest. Leaping
from branch to branch a Hollow suddenly dropped down landing in front of
him snapping at him with the intent of rending flesh and bone.
Side-stepping it he lashed out reflexively cleaving apart its' mask
causing it to scream. Pouncing on it as it clawed at its' face he
devoured it, strength pouring into him. These Hollows had much more
power in them than those he had dropped in the real world.
Licking
his lips hungrily he dropped down a few more branches staring at a hug
congregation of these Hollows massing. There were hundreds of them going
at it. Eyes lighting he dropped into the midst of them rending,
slashing, biting, and eating as much as he could. Feeling something
stir, a swirling of blackness engulfed them suddenly drawing them
together in a huge figure swathed in a black cloak. Howling aloud, the
Hollow suddenly realized that its' voice came from the large being. That
its' mask bore his own. Looking around it, it saw similar shapes to
itself and set off in the distance, maybe they too had the same hunger
as he.
Evolved, but Less
The Gillian classed Hollow that
he became, after starting from such a weak soul so long ago wandered the
forests finding more of its' brethen that walked complacently through
the forests. This one was an entire pack. More for him to eat, much much
more. He was starting to finally feel full. But it still wasn't enough,
he need more he had to have more or else he would starve. That's what
he thought at least.
Striding amongst them he howled aloud,
causing them to turn his attention to him. He had done this far too many
times to expect a different result from these lesser beings. They were
so ridiculously stupid because they all fell for the same thing over and
over again. He had run across a few others like him, that had kept
their consciousness, however they hadn't really been that much better.
They added much more to his collective though. Much more filling indeed,
but these would do. Latching onto the nearest one with his mouth he
devoured it, a part of it swallowed whole.
He didn't need to
devour the whole thing to have it become apart of him, just enough to
keep it from continuing on afterwards. Moving to the next and then
after, they barely comprehended why one of their own was eating them.
They were so confused they didn't even react except to howl in distress.
They didn't flee at all either, just stood there confused until it was
their turn. Finishing off this pack, a sense of fulfillment suddenly
suffused him in a white light drawing in a compressing itself on him. In
its' place a white wolf stood alone, howling alone in the forests it
stared around itself apprehensively, keen intellect and knowledge showed
behind his canine eyes.
Alone, no time for remorse
Triune
Silvermane was born that day, and had since wandered alone working his
way back up from the deep forests, dozens of years had passed since he
had last been above the forests of the desert. He yearned to see more,
to do more, to feed once more. Something he had thought was over until
he had become this form. Something that wasn't what he had wanted or
planned. He had wanted this hunger to be over, but it wasn't and he
wished it to be so he could do something. A new urgency had taken on his
body.
He sensed that this hunger was one of non-regression.
Something in his gut told him that if he didn't eat he would return from
whence he came and never come back, which terrified him to no end. He
didn't want to become one of those mindless creatures that he had
devoured. Breaking above the sands with that goal in mind Triune stared
around him alert and ready already searching for prey. Letting loose a
chilling howl into the night air he padded away into the night that was
Hueco Mundo and the deserts that it was.
Vowing to never regress
he hurried to each meal, to each target devouring all in his path to
keep from becoming that which he loathed, that which he feared becoming,
useless. These are the thoughts that speed him on his way to more, to
not become less than what he already was and what he was going to
become. He wished to ascend even farther, without the help of those who
wouldn't work with him, he would do it alone.
RP
Sample: Naito nodded to the young nin as he disappeared shortly
and focused his gaze in the direction of the other presence. He knew
the boy had been there for sometime as his sphere alerted him of all
living things in the vicinity. He smiled softly when the boy tried to
hide himself by concealing his chakra as that officially gave him the
okay that this was a hostile. He kept his reflection world open as he
turned away pretending that he hadn't noticed the boy. He sat down on
the edge of the cliff and marveled as the night wore on. Dawn came
quickly for him as his body automatically kept track of time. It seemed
that it was almost as if he were a fortuneteller when he stood up to
greet the morning sun. He stretched out his back calmly keeping track of
the boy and his position, noting that he was still watching him. That
was a good thought for him as he leaped from the mountain face onto the
roof of the hokage building. He dropped down to one of the side ledges
slowly and slipped into the office through the window and sat down in a
chair silently.
The Hokage, startled turned to greet him calmly
as he wondered how this stranger got in without releasing a sound and
waved down the ANBU who were planning on striking him. "So to what or
who do I owe this visit Mr...?" His question stopped short as Naito
lifted up his hand with a smile, "You already know me, Mr. Hokage...who
do you think killed...your predecessor...", his grin turned into a
bloodthirsty chuckle as the ANBU bristled with rage at the remarks. The
Hokage brought his hands up to his desk as he bent forward slightly,
eyes squinting as he studied Naito, "You...". That was the only word his
spoke as Naito smiled and stood up from his seat before striding up to
the mans desk, "Yes me...now I'll give you my ultimatum...place Konoha
under me...or watch it burn to the ground..." He stepped back as the
ANBU seemingly melded out of their shadows and held their weapons at a
ready, poised to strike when their leader gave the order. The Hokage
pondered it briefly as he smiled and stood up while turning his back to
Naito. He pulled out a long thin box that held an unknown package as he
chuckled, "You know whats best about being Hokage...?" he asked simply.
"I don't have to wait for orders to kill threats to my village...".
He
whipped around quickly as the sound of metal clashing against itself
rang out around the room and watched as the ANBU fought to overpower the
man who seemed to be holding them off with a simple kunai. "Crude...but
efficient..." He chuckled softly as he stepped from behind his desk, in
his hands was a bright red, blazing O-Katana, its sheath was a dark
blood red with several sealing kanji etched into it. The hand guard was
wrapped in alternating red and white strips of cloth that tapered off
into a knot at the end. He held the hand guard in one hand and the
sheath in another as he slid the blade loose, taking his sweet time as
Naito held off the guards with both hands. Naito knew that if he didn't
think of something he would most likely be injured, and the thought of
nursing a wound wasn't exactly a good thought in his mind. He backed up
suddenly as a seal on the back of his hands activated. It glowed
brightly distracting the guards long enough for him to push them back
from him and unseal his clawed gauntlets. They slipped on his hands
snugly as he clenched his fists and looked at the five nin with the
expression, 'who's first?' The ANBU on the left took that as a challenge
as he briefly skidded to the side dodging the downward slash as another
rushed at him from the opposite direction.
His reaction time was
instantaneous as he twirled on his feet softly coming around to face
the nin who held his blade out ready to impale Naito. Naito quickly
skimmed by the blade, only having the upper part of his vest slit as the
blade slashed through the air beside him. The ANBU didn't have enough
time to register what happened as a clawed gauntlet grabbed his head and
picked him up from the ground with just his neck supporting his body
weight. His left eye stared down a empty cylinder and watched as it
began to glow softly as energy flowed into it. Finally it glowed a soft
pink as he felt heat and power radiate through it, his partners backing
away as he screamed and wailed terribly. Naito grunted deeply as he
grabbed his arm to brace itself as he released a bright blast of energy
from the hole. The man's body shook as the blast ripped through his
skull blowing his brain matter out the back seconds before it was
disintegrated.
The other nin in the room watched as the body
simply went limp before dropping to the ground with finality. The head
no longer existing as its bodily molecules had been blasted into the air
behind it. The Hokage stood wide eyed as one of his personal guards
grabbed him and jumped out the room. The other two stood firm as Naito
knelt down and grabbed the arm of the man he just killed and yanked it
up pulling his body with it. He sniffed the arm finding that the heat
from the attack had cooked the muscles inside. He bit into the cooked
flesh inhaling the sweet scent of human through his nostrils as he
savored the flavor of the meat. He ripped it from the bone and chewed
softly as the ANBU before him gagged roughly watching their teammate be
devoured by this...thing. He smiled at their expression and waved softly
as his body disappeared along with his meal. Before he left he made
sure to make a small snapping noise alerting the ANBU that he left.
The
men only had a moments warning before the explosions ripped through the
Hokage building killing them instantly. He reappeared back where he had
originally left, noting that the sun was low in the horizon signalling
that the meeting only took about twenty five minutes of time. He knelt
down over the body as similar explosions erupted all over the village,
weakening and, or completely destroying the ANBU station, Hospital, and
Academy. The Market District bulged slightly upwards before exploding as
though several tones of TNT were buried under it shadowing the village
in a grand dust and ash cloud. Naito smirked as his work as the fires
raged around the village, chaos ran amock as evacuation plans faltered.
The villagers stood trapped between mayhem and destruction as Naito
flashed through one more set of handseals. His lungs inflated suddenly
as he inhaled deeply taking his time to gather his air. His finger tips
burned brightly with a blazing fire as his fire elemented chakra mixed
in with the air, saturating it, heating it before helping to expel it
violently from his body.
It rushed out in a fury as a dragon head
formed almost instantly from the flames. It streamed upwards as four
more dragons split from the main one, looping softly in the air below
before rushing downwards towards the village. The dragons impacted in
random places though two were aimed purposefully at the village gates,
halting any escape. He finally stopped exhaling as the dragons imploded
on themselves continuing to help spread the fires as screams echoed from the village below. He kept his attention on the boy watching him as he knelt down to enjoy his meal, tearing, and ripping at the flesh. He
smacked his lips in content as he gulped down the body quickly cleaning
the arm he had started on and began to start on the opposite limb. The
fire's blazed brightly as the remains of his technique ravaged the
village leaving nothing but burning buildings and the echo's of horror.
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