{ Sunday, July 20, 2003 @ 08:47 p.m. }

Facing the unborn.

"Hey what the hell?!", Shina started.

Shina was in her jeep driving along a country road as she spoke to her notorious zoanthrope father, Gado. She was to meet him at the rendezvous point that they had set earlier. Except her father had other plans. "No, bullshit, you are not going on without me...dad, dad? Fuck!", she made a disgusted face to the phone and hung up.

Dropping the phone onto the passenger seat, she shook her head in frustration at the situation. This isn't the first time he has does this, doesn't he know I can help too. Jeezus I'm not a little kid anymore.

Speeding down the road, she could see the top of the Zoanthrope temple in the forest ahead of her. Putting weight on the gas peddle she sped into the secluded jungle. She was to meet her father 20 miles south from the safe haven of the zoanthropes, but that wasn't gonna happen. Basically Gado, never ever wants Shina to interfere with the Zoanthrope Liberation Front...due to her "brash temper and inability to follow orders." But everthing was going to be fine, she didn't need her fater...she could do it on her own.

As she slowed her jeep to a crawl, she saw how there was no life anywere. The villagers were gone, no one was even here to stop her from driving inside the compound. Parking the vechile behind an abandoned house. Jumping off her jeep she reached underneath her seat and pulled out a Browning HP pistol, just in case.

Shoving the pistol betwen her back and the rear of her pants, she cautiously snuck around house to house until she reached the front gate of the temple, which stood in the middle of the village. The doors were wide open and several bodies were strewned across the floor.

What happened here? Who the hell could have done this?

There was no blood, at least very little, no bullet shells from a gun, nothing...nothing at all. Kneeling at a fallen body she checked for cause of death. The guard had compound fractures throughout his entire body...he was beaten to death.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard tappings of boots as they stepped onto the marble tile behind her. Spinning around she saw Xion step from the shadows with his arms out to his sides and his palms open as though welcoming her to his shrine.

Pulling her pistol from behind her she pointed at the approaching Xion. "You take one more step scumbag and I'll fire this lead casing into your skull."



{ Monday, July 7, 2003 @ 02:25 p.m. }

Let me make you happy, only this one time at least.

Could a monster created to destroy all beasts have beautiful dreams? The chimerical goddess woke up after some little time, her eyelids giving way to her yellow hues to see. After a dream of precious butterflies dancing about her while she laid on the green grass in that beast form, she remained with no motion, only looking about the place with little awe. In a moment, Uranus slid her legs from the bed for her perfect bare feet to touch the floor. She stood up, the chains upon her giving a little tinkle noise. Ignorant she was not just native, her hues looked down upon Xion's cloak... it was not her thing to keep.

Forth she stepped towards the drappery and mounts of clothing in the room. She dropped the coat with ease into the floor as she moved to the selected indian fabrics. She was not cold anymore. Though her flesh was bare, she was as warm as it needed to be. Uranus crouched with curiousity down grasping a random attire of native flavor that would fit her. It was surely better to wear this than that experimental suit.

She looked and studied the middle-eastern styled costume. Her lovely penetrating gaze looked about then. Why the need to do such thing? She remembered Xion once mentioned that guests were coming and they should recieve them with the best attentions.

With that said, her keen psychic sense told her that it was a fact that there was others coming. She dressed at the pace of the seconds ticking. Finally she was wrapped upon the clothes, she was not used to this... she would have to wait until her true attire regenerated itself. For now, she wore a double sashed skirt, it was long and shimmering with golden decorations. There was wrappings that came upwards to tie across the top that was also decorated in the most rich gold specks. A few random fabrics fell from the back, different colors such as white, aqua and red... such a match.

"Then I shall play along the indian princess role..." She said with a struggle. This language was new to her, but she needed to use this for the newcomers.

Uranus turned around and opened the doors to the main hall before the throne room. And there was her king, apparently coming to get her. As she walked those sets of chains clicked, Xion could do nothing more, but praise his goddess. "Apparently, you are ready, my sister."

Her yellow hues met his blue gaze as he took her hand and led her downstairs to the entrance. He then round about her, but she did nothing more, just awaited what the plan was exactly.

"Those horrid chains upon you are... ... devastating," Xion said with a painful tone, he felt for her terribly, "We cannot remove them, but I am sure you can make something of it if they ask anything."

Uranus gave a perfect smile of illusion and happiness, she would do something about it. She brought her arms to wrap around him as her lips drew close to her brother's own. And then the words came, "Does not matter who comes, I will not allow them to even scratch you." She said that in that odd language of hers, she liked to speak towards him only that way. She moved away as he released her from his embrace, then towards the grand entrance courtyards she walked to.

Uranus knew that her dear brother was to move away and stay hidden for sometime since those zoanthropes already knew his face. She was unknown though, therefore she was useful and for now she would play the role of a human being. The visits should come sometime soon.

ooc. That was yummy and sekushii =9 I like RPing these people e_e;; they are kinda morbid...



{ Monday, June 30, 2003 @ 05:34 p.m. }

A life to start living in order to kill them all.

The indian palace had been thrown down by the mighty Unborn. Xion had always hated the humans, the zoanthropes too. He in the other hand was none, just a creation, a mere fantasy that should have never been 'born into this greedy world. His body had been mangled from test tube to test tube, injected and toyed with until he finally heard her voice. Ah yes, that one sweet voice that kept whispering in his ear had allowed Xion to escape and destroy those humans. From then, he was free and not to be used ever again, he had a will now.

So that day in which Xion had killed most of the people at the indian palace, he sat down meditating in the throne. Like a king he drank red wine from a crystal cup decorated by shinning diamonds. There was no corpses in sight, his beautiful loving sister had taken care of such dilema. It was her after all, who would forever keep him alive; Xion noticed at the entrance of the room the enourmous figure of the chimerical beast as it stomped towards the throne. He slowly set the cup down as he stood up raising his hand to brush some silver strands of hair away from his flawless face. A thankful grin crossed his lips as the aqua, blue creature halted in front of him.

The beast's bulllike head bowed down to rub slightly against Xion, the sets of bone spikes gleamed with the sunlight reflected from the sides of the room. The Unborn slowly caressed the chimera's muzzle glancing over to that horrid printed number on the side of the creature's arm. 03. He closed his eyes as his pale digits barely touched that number and then he spoke in one light, caring tone.

"You must be tired, dear sister, please rest. You have no need to worry about danger upon me now."

Xion's blue-gray hues glanced up at the chimera's own yellow hues. Soon the lurid beast started to melt with such magical beauty, the aqua fur turning invisible and the scale hard skin transforming into naked healthy flesh. Those powerful claws taking melting into well-cared hands and fingers, the nails with a slight gleam of light bluegreen and glitter. Xion took hold of the now very human looking woman and he embraced her with precaution as she took complete form now. Her eyes' yellow gleam dissapeared replacing it by just yellow hues. Her expression a mystery that only Xion could read, and there he sat helping the legendary beast gain composture.

He let go of her in order to remove that one red cloak from himself and then cover her trembling, cold body with it. He gave her a silent, short kiss onto her cheek before he carried the woman in his arms. She would sleep now, he knew, she needed to rest just like any other. He moved towards the resting sites with calm steps recalling how they, him and his sister, would always turn back from their beasts cold... always deadly cold striking with full force to the point of collapse. He glanced at her face as he set her down in one of the beds slowly touching her platinum aqua hair.

Xion then moved away and started to walk back to the throne room, he would let his sister rest for now. For him she was his goddess, for her he was her king.


Bloody Roar

-[ Zoanthropes ]-









PROFILE
Beast form: RAT
Name: KYOSHIN
Citizenship: Japanese
Age: 16
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 147
Occupation: Student
Likes: Uriko
Dislikes: Bullies
Ability plus: Tridexterous
RPed by: Nathan


Bloody Roar belongs to Hudson, along with the character designs/ models of Uranus, and Shina; the images used for the layout as well.