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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 5:37 pm
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Septima rose to her feet, eyes adjacent with her arms that dangled lifelessly to her sides. Training, training..she had to do this thing again but had she naught the energy to perform such? Her legs felt like weights, but she moved without a relapsing thought to derail her from a needed objective. " Where to begin? " The girl spoke casually, long blue hair toppling down her shoulders as she placed to fingers upon her lips before seeming to craft a flute of ice out of her saliva. Casually she would take her placement on a rock, the water about her calm as she appeared to be. [ 1 / 5 ] The air would seem to gather, energy being focused into the flurry of snow that seemed to gather in the air. The tune on the flute would shift into a high note, and the snow flurries would sharpen quickly into the form of birds. They floated about effortlessly dancing, seeming entranced by the music the girl played but suddenly....in the merriment of their creation, they began to crumble into flakes of snow. Septima pulled from her flute, a mundane expression in her eyes as she brushed her hair behind her ear. " Scene two . . .". Lightly her lips would press against the ice crafted flute, and she would inhale smoothly. [ 2 / 5 ] The wing carried her hair behind her, the flurry of snow beginning to gather once more in the air as she closed her eyes. There was no need for her to see a sightless scene, she could feel the warmth of her snow.....as ironic as saying such would seem. Her knees would crash against one another smoothly, fingers running along the misshapen holes that would help orchestrate a desired melody. The flurried would begin to form slowly, her chakra being scattered for a moment as it would condense to shape these creatures properly. [ 3/ 5 ] Dark lashed would uplift to behold the scene, head falling on a heavy tilt as it seemed a bit off axis from the rest of her body. It had been so long since she practiced, she was amazed they were so easily made. Keen senses would alert her of the bird's weakened state, lips pressing gently to the instrument as the canter would fill the area swiftly. The molding on the birds would disoriented their appeal as it would quickly absorb to it's form until it's figure was heightened and it's deadliest aspects sharpened. The sound of their wings brought a gentle reflection in the azures of her own, a timeless silence would follow as the flute was held a few inches away from her mouth. The ice made swallows seeming aerial but not taking a direction, Septima was being patient...for the last act of this technique, she would need and assistant. [ 4 / 5 ] In the distance the trees would sway, the cold temperature of her being creating and alluring scene from the swallows suspended in air and she herself perched to the smooth rock surface. movement and suddenly the girl would play a high tune. The combination of fuuton chakra giving control of the swallow's direction would be a pinch in this vital moment. The ice avian would suddenly ascend in spiraling onslaught upon a figure in the sky. Their wings creating snowflakes as they battled recklessly against the feathered creature. The music would cease to end as feather began to rain from the sky. Blood lay upon a bit of the features, swirling through the air with snow as the melody would finally end. The swallows she had created were reduced to mere shards and flakes, landing about the scene of murdered birds she had decided to assault. Pony tails moving gently as she came to a sloth like stand, flute hanging loosely within her grasp as her head fell over. Toward the Raikage's office she would depart. For some reason, she felt a need to go there. [ 5 / 5 - Tsubame Fubuki [Snow Storm Swallows] Learned ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:46 pm
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