Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 0:22:58 GMT -5
((Joint Training Thread between Umaroth, Zahra, and Qaletaqa. Intro is bleh))
It was only an hour after noon, and the small lakeside village was already bustling with activity. The village existing along side the massive lake in the Fifty-First Southern District of the Rukongai was sizeable, but still rather small compared to other sections. Housing around three hundred souls, each member of the community made sure to pull his or her weight in order to benefit both themselves and the town. It was one where community was strong, everyone knew each other, one where problems rarely showed their ugly heads.
Though being so far away from the Seireitei at the center of the Rukongai, the village did not have any worry of starvation. Being so close to the lake meant that there was an amazing supply of fresh land, just perfect for raising crops. So, the village became self sustaining, growing enough food to feed everyone in the village without worry. Though, despite the villages history of peace...sometimes trouble happened. It had happened earlier in the week, that a band of hooligans had made their way into the farming village and began causing trouble. Degenerates from one of the sixtieth districts of the Souther Rukongai, they believed that because sixty came after fifty that the village should have looked out for them, but when told that they could not simply have free lodging and food things got violent.
The men began causing trouble, breaking things and getting into fights. They stuck around for maybe a night or two, before seemingly being run off. Non of the villagers understood what had happened, a few having seen the thugs running away screaming. Only one person had an answer, a young girl barely older than eight. She told the village what had happened with a single sentence and a smile like sunlight on her face.
"Naga did it!"
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Was it that time already? A groan echoed in his throat as he slowly opened one of his eyes. The sight of dancing lake grass was the first thing he noticed, followed by the shining surface of the lake. The creature began to stir, freeing himself from the mud on the lake floor, stretching his back before simply floating. It was, apparently, still daylight, meaning it was best if Umaroth remained beneath the surface of the lake. He didn't quite enjoy being seen by the villagers, save for one in particular but regardless. The lizard kicked off from the lake bed, creating a cloud of disturbed sediment as he did so.
His head gently broke the surface, the top portion at least. Horns were the first thing to poke up into the air, followed by his feathers then nostrils. He opened his eyes, bright blue orbs gazing out across the smooth surface of the lake. It was a calm day up here. No wind, warmth raining down on him from the great ball of light in the sky, Umaroth was calm. He barely kicked his legs or tail as he simply floated, enjoying his time on the surface.
After spending a few moments simply floating, he began to consider submerging once again. It would be best if he went to find something to eat and before anyone saw him. But, it seemed that things were not going to go like they usually did. He heard it first, his ears picking up on irregular sounds coming from the shore. Curious, Umaroth began to approach, his head the only thing visible as he approached the shore at a steady pace. He was heading towards the village, where the sounds were coming from.
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"Alright! Nobody move and nobody else gets hurt!"
A crowd had formed around the waters edge, the villagers forming a ring around a group of individuals. The surrounded spirits wore clothing much different than the villagers, much rougher in appearance and covered in cuts and grime. They all appeared rough around the edges, obviously not from the village. In fact, two of the seven individuals being surrounded were the very ones who had caused trouble only two days ago. The same ones who had been chased off.
The situation wasn't pleasant right now. The newly arrived group of rough looking individuals each carried a weapon, most were either knives or katanas, but the biggest one of them all carried a large mace like weapon. One man, lanky in limbs and with a rat like face, held a woman against his body with a knife to her throat.
"Alright now everyone just calm down, and nobody else is gonna get hurt. Now see here, all we want is the damned thing that ran me and my boy off! Aint nobody else gonna get hurt if it shows up!"
What that man had just said sent murmurs along the crowd. They wanted Naga? Mao had been right, it had in fact been the Naga inside the lake that had driven the bandits off. Now here they were again, in greater numbers than before, wanting blood. Each of the men stood in the water a little, weapons pointed at the villagers. The rat man who held onto the hostage seemed to be the ring leader, the same man who had caused trouble. He began to look irritated, kicking the water a few times.
"Oy! Where the fuck is it? Why hasn't it shown up!"
"Maybe he would come if we cut up this beauty a little...get some blood in the water.."
"You bastards! You wouldn't!" Someone within the crowd shouted, the villagers raising their farm tools in preparation to attack.
"Now now see here! If any of you approach us then this bitch gets it, you hear!"
The bandit leader grabbed onto the woman's arm, holding it out straight and placing the knife to it. He began to chuckle as the woman screamed, the villagers shouting in defiance and beginning to move in. Suddenly, though, they stopped as a scream from the bandit side was heard...followed by a splash. The others turned, only to find one of their own missing.
"Garson? Where'd you go??"
Moments passed with complete silence from both ends, both groups too nervous to move. In the crowd, amongst the villagers, the young Mao stood there with a bright grin on her face. Only she knew what was going on. The bandit leader turned to face the lake, scanning the surface of the water for any signs of disturbance. Something had taken his man, something he did not plan to let get away. The silence was eerie, ominous. It was like the bandit had just been swallowed by the lake itself.
The water suddenly exploded, the body of a man being hurled through the air and back onto the shore. Panicked gasps erupted through the crowd as they beheld his body, both cloth and skin torn open by a series of four long slashes into his skin. They were deep, so deep they had cut right into the bone. The bandits were beginning to panic, save for their leader, whose eyes were locked on something. A dark tail had broken the surface, right before sliding back under the surface.
"It's here...come out you bastard!!"