NIGHT'S SYMPHONY [ IMPERIA / MIUMI ]

[MIUMI HAROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings Exploration, it had been around a twelve days since his emergence from the Realm of Apis and he had become quite familiar with the parts of Besaid, but during one of his hunting expeditions he had seen a small group of people wearing foreign clothing; different from the native and wild and slightly diverse clothing of the people of Besaid, somehow this was more refined and seemed to hold some significant meaning. He had carefully followed the group of people through the brush to an almost invisible mountain pass; one that probably wasn’t very traversed and only a few select few knew of it. It was still early morning when Miumi would begin his trek through the brush stumbling upon the hidden path. He would just gently step forward feeling the ground that made up the path he would be walking oddly it felt rougher and he could feel some of the stones shifting beneath his feet. A thin fog hung far ahead; it seemed it didn't quite set and it seemed to radiate an ominous and almost malicious aura. Miumi’s exploration though had almost been cut short as he traversed for what seemed like only moments due to the new surrounding and Miumi’s innate curiosity being awaken from it’s slumber; but in reality it had probably been over an hour under sun which was slowly climbing towards it peak. The path he was on would open up to a small flat landing which branched off into a series of paths and he wasn’t sure which one to take and was almost debating to turn back. It wasn’t until he sniffed the air and saw a glint of something and upon closer inspection he found a small perfume vial that had a thin crack in it; despite it being junk to anyone else it was vital clue for Miumi whom would place the vial in his bag, not because it might have any value but because it was made of stained glass and emitted a pleasant aroma. He would push off propelling himself down the path that he assumed would lead him to the home of the people he had seen. It would soon yield a reward as in the distance through a slight haze he could see a city or perhaps a village. When Miumi approached the town he noticed a totally different culture; a variety of symbols that decorated signs and the vibrant colors of the wood and the smells of a variety of food. A couple cats would arch their backs and hiss at him causing a few of the children to look at him funny as he would walk across a mahogany bridge. The soft bubbling of the river below caugh his attention and he noticed a small pond in the distance with shiny koi fish swimming around wildly. He found himself staring at his reflection Miumi was wearing his tights and a checkered skirt that covered to the middle of his thigh yet still revealed the fact he had his hollister which contained his beloved weapon. He found his head swimming with all the sights and also from not stopping to drink he would soon find his vison briefly blurring before his body would crumple to the ground; he had passed out from exertion and heat exhaustion. "... “

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[Hikari Black]

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Wutai, somewhere she had been multiple times in her long life. She was running on instinct alone this time though. She was alone without her clan and without her daughter who had been stolen from her. She was bitter about that and she was ready to find her and the man who had kidnapped her. She was going to destroy the worthless life form once she found him in a painful, slow way. She was planning it already and it was causing her much pleasure at the thought of him suffering as much as he had made her suffer. And it would happen as soon as she found him. She had been tricked and now she was not as strong as she once was having given up her ability to transform into her dragon form. She was a ninja still though and she would get stronger again. She kept her large pink eyes forward trying not to knock into anyone. She didn’t care for others, having become cold and untrusting towards them many decades before. She was a hundred and fifty years old in an eighteen year olds body, which came down to her heritage as a dragon lady and aging much slower than normal humans. No one would believe her age. But she was okay with that; let them think she was a young kunoichi away from her clan. That really wasn’t that hard to believe. She felt eyes on her as she slipped through the village. She hated the staring, maybe if her hair wasn’t such an unusual color she would blend in a bit better. She wondered what her hair would look if she dyed it any other color than its natural shade of violet, then shook her head. She would never change her hair, it was part of her heritage. Dragon ladies’ hair was normally the same color if not the same shade as the scales of their dragon form and her scales had been purple, admittedly they had been a much darker shade than the light violet shade of her hair. She also liked purple hence the reason she was dressed in mostly that color. She snuck further into the shadows for a bit to hopefully get away from the staring and to plan her next move. She was frustrated with this not finding Mr Soon-To-Be-Dead and a frustrated Imperia was a dangerous Imperia. Then again Imperia was always dangerous, frustrated or not. She thought of what she was about to do next very carefully, not about to compromise herself on this mission. She was thankful, she was small only standing at 5’2” at that moment because it allowed her to hide in small spaces while plotted the next move. After awhile she realized that she had no choice than to walk around Wutai and ask the townsfolk if they had seen anyone matching the kidnapper’s description. She hated that plan though, as it meant she had to play nice and that just wasn’t her style at all. She disliked most people and found them irritating. She just had to swallow her pride and get it over with. Stepping out of the shadows, she got to work of asking people but no one seemed to know anything about the where-abouts of the man. She really was hoping to find him soon and this was getting her nowhere. She headed further towards the edges of the town when she stumbled on something lying on the path she was taking. Regaining her balance quickly, she looked down to see what she had tripped on and there lying on the ground was a young man obviously passed out. Deciding against just leaving him lone there, she knelt down and shook him, saying “Hey, it’s time to wake up there, mister.” While trying to make herself look concerned even if she wasn’t. 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[MIUMI HAROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings Awareness; Miumi’s was elusive coming and going like the gusts upon a wide open plain; sometimes he was quite aware but others he was so far gone due to heat exhaustion and thirst that caused a fire to ignite within his throat. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness though as his eyes would flicker upwards occasionally ignoring the glaring blare of the sun as a shadow was cast upon him; it was a group of people passing a few of them stopped and stared at the strange looking creature whom was laid upon the warm stones that made up their various walkways. His ears would pulsate and twitch for a moment; as the sound of footsteps that had deviated from a path and were gradually approaching him; perhaps a normal human might not of been able to hear the soft tread of the Dragonic Ninja known as IMPERIA , but Miumi wasn’t a normal human nor for that matter was he even human; he was a creature of another world. His eyes would open wide for a moment as he found himself gradually turning head to face her ignoring the pain that had resonated through his neck. She was striking; beautiful but at the same time unnatural with her vibrant violet locks that was close to the color of lavender and her milky white skin that looked untouched by the impurities of battle. The other’s voice sounded funny and Miumi would smile softly as he began to move his chapped lips what was he doing though; he was summoning for ice a BLIZZAGA tiered spell but it wasn’t directed anywhere but infront of him condensing it downwards into a sphere that he could hold within his hand ignoring the frigid cold he would look at her as slowly he would bring the sphere to his lips as he did he would release part of the flow of the magic allowing the heat to turn it quickly into water which he began to inhale hastily. Color would rush back to his cadaverous face including the lines of crimson that adorned his face in the distinct fashion that could clearly be identified as a blush. His lack-luster dichromatic eyes would once more glimmer with the essence of life as he was inhaling the water hastily; despite it’s small shape it was capable of holding possibly a gallon of water. Miumi gradually felt his thirst was quenched and sated for the time being. His eyes would narrow for a moment as he turned towards the woman his face was still quite red. “Thanks for waking me up Miumi’s voice despite his figure that was lined with a series of thin scars that ran up and down the length of his body and symbolized that Miumi was a warrior of long-standing he wasn’t nearly as young as his youthful appearance suggested.

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