Divine_Heart

@Acnologia “That’s exactly, right Ms. Kyubi!” He said that with a smile and a wave of his index finger. One would swear that he was weaving it as if there was a prize to present, but nothing came after but his laughter…however short it was. The somber expression returned just as quickly as it left, and he was staring at the cup of tea upon the table, his vision not able to comprehend it, but his ears could hear the ripples it made as if they were waves crashing on a beach. With each twitch of his ears, he would hear the sound of the village, alert of whatever was supposed to come of this night. Well…partially. Right now, he was glad he could have a conversation with someone. “But…all in all, the Usagi were fickle. They preferred almost anything, but battle…or at least, that was my great grandmother’s way.” His hands reached to his mouth for a moment. The violet haired rabbit whispered something lowly with his eyes closed before opening them once more. “Excuse me,” paused and dismissed the gesture, “But, as for ‘her way’, she birthed her own clan while being apart from the village system…or…marriage for that matter. My great grandmother…you see…she had a careful and cautious nature that caused her to be weary of men. She thought that being close to them would breed a pride to fight and defend instead of to flee or retreat. Those two things became the basis for our clan.” There was a silence from him as the violet haired boy reached to his hair. It was a usual display of awkwardness or discomfort from an individual. He had to brace himself, especially now, for what he had to explain since by now, Kyubi would have placed the pieces together. “You see,” he spoke painfully, “That is why my clan is mostly female…with the exception of myself. They invested mostly in procreation and survival, thus they virtually ever take mates…and even if they had…well…” Xenneth paused as he let out a sigh. Obviously, it was annoying him to continue telling the story, let alone even think about the clan history. His hands folded across his lap while his feet lifted slightly to start his nervous tapping habit. Soon, he smiled, gently, remembering that he was being rude to someone who actually gave him the time of day. A rarity in itself. “My apologies,” he excused once more, “I suppose this sounds…barbaric to you. I understand, after all, that is why these ears…signify something ominous to others.” the violet haired rabbit gestured stroking his twitching ears. @Drago Ryder “Of course, Master!” she had responded, but done so with a very warm smile towards Blitz, “No need to be nervous!” Whatever it was, these funny-eared individuals seemed to be no strangers to human emotions. It was a trait usually lost in the age of the ninja, but yet, here they were smiling as they bent over gazing at the shinobi. If he would have given the figure enough attention, ignoring the ears that were shared by the waitresses tonight for some reason, he would have noticed that they were even clad in the most strangest of attire that were shared by even Xenneth himself who was sitting talking to Kyubi. The signature tight suits and thickets of fur that coveted the lower arms and lower legs almost making it seem like a uniform of an animal. “I will serve you to the best of my abilities! Please, allow-” she paused. Gazing upward towards the table where Kyubi and Xenneth was sitting. His cuffed hands falling synonymous with her twitching ears on her head. She seemed to at that moment completely ignore Blitz, and done so with an annoyed look upon her face. It only took a moment before she turned her attention back to the shinobi, regaining her composure as she bowed. “Please, master! Be patient!~” she almost sang in her sweet tone, “I will be sure to serve you soon!” Her tone of voice as sweet as ever, but her walk filled with a pint of resentment as she walked away from the table. @rolle Insettsu’s comments were welcomed with a smile. There was nothing like a little personality in a business setting. “I understand,” she said, “I suppose, it’s just not the women who have to watch their figures.” Unlike the other rabbit that was walking away from Blitz’s table in a huff, this was one gentler in tone and gestures. Even her hand movements were compassionate to the air itself as an open hand would briefly wave carefully to Insettsu’s form and then return to her own lap. Her eyes opened for a moment to reveal their most noticeable trait that would topple almost any visual dojutsu’s prowess: they were a fair shade of blue like sapphire. “If I make a suggestion,” she continued, “How about a vegetable served in a beef broth along with your noodles? The ramen will have such a more robust taste, and not to mention that your vegetables themselves would blend so well to offer a unique flavor! I am sure I can even find the right seasoning for you.” It was more personal than just a simple service, if the ninja could tell, and if it was not, then she was probably the best maid ever hired in the simple establishment. The female leaned over towards Insettsu, her hand gesturing towards the menu and stapled it down as if forbidding him to look at it. “Do not worry, it is not on the menu, but…I would be happy to prepare it for you!” As she said this, the form of the agitated figure walked from Blitz’s table heading to the back of the restaurant. Her eyes rolling as her voice almost carried with the breeze she left behind as she walked in an angry huff. “Does, ANYONE in this place know how to work?!” her frustration seemed to add to the charm as some of the nearby males would whistle seeing her pass by them. Even a glare of her icy stare did not quell the ravenous men that seemed to not care if she upset at the trivial behavior of her brethren. Regardless, it did not stop the rabbit before Insettsu shamefully lowering her head as she stood up straight, correcting her posture, and uttering in embarrassment. “U-umm…my apologies…that you had to experience that.”

I don't want to keep everyone waiting. I wanted to know if everyone would be okay with me posting 24 hours after the most recent post (or any of us posting that rapidly for that matter) since things do run slow here and there.

@Acnologia @rolle @Drago Ryder A story it was! Maybe that was enough to take his mind off of things. The rabbit sat down, carefully, tugging at the suit so it did not restrain him in all the wrong places. One would say it was nothing more than a training suit with a more elaborate look. Gazing upon the young woman made him nervous, even if he seen nothing but darkness. It was just the feeling that he may have been staring at a young woman or perhaps it was a regular reflex of a male. So, he had shifted his body in the seat, made sure his feet were flat to sense vibrations, and readied himself for a story. “Ms. Kyubi, Earlier you said that you liked my rabbit ‘theme’ when we met. Please, keep that in mind, I hope not to deter you from such an adoration after you hear my story,” he began with a smile, “I guess you can say, by example, that it is more of a ritual than a theme. At least, I think so. The waitresses here, even now, are of my clan. We have a unique ability that is has developed with time. Not like those that are from Noble Families.” His eyes were closed completely as he spoke; something better than shades for someone like him. Even as the rabbit had begun to speak, he could make out in the distance the rabbits that were approaching the tables. Two in particular, two rabbits stopped at Blitz and Insettsu’s table, and strangely enough, they looked almost completely identical except a bundle of feathery hair fallen upon their opposing shoulders. Their age looked to be in their mid-twenties, well over the age of the rabbit that sat before Kyubi. The both asked a similar question: “How can we serve you, master’s?” However, for Hikari, it was different as he sat before Kyubi, smiling happily, “Do you know of the Nobile Families, Ms. Kyubi?” the rabbit asked, “You mentioned that you were a shinobi, so it would be a given. My family, work, even now, as servants. Therefore, we have a habit, even now, of referring to others as ‘Masters’ as we serve them. It has been this way because my family, our ancestors, ran away from the civilization of the village systems before they had established fully.” Xenneth’s smile became weak as he asked, “Do you know why?”

Sorry. For some reason, I thought not everyone had posted yet. You will have another post later today.

@Acnologia The rabbit smiled kindly towards Kyubi. “I-it’s a part of the privilege,” Xenneth said pulling out the chair and carefully sitting down. He reached his other hand out, taking a green tea off the tray and sitting it before Kyubi. He reached rubbing the back of his neck. “Being a ‘rabbit’ has its perks after all. We do more than just go into markets and eat fruits and vegetables. Once again…I-I am really sorry for interrupting your day.” He was earnest, but the rest of the atmosphere did not have the matching warmth. Even as the night went on with the jolly men who had their fill of ale and food, but seemed to dull to notice the faces of the rabbits. Their lips moved, their ears twitched, siphoning in whispers that were like cries out in the noisy bar. The violet haired rabbit’s ears twitched as well, but he seemed to retain his composure, eyes staring especially to Kyubi as he genuinely enjoyed their company. He smiled weakly, thinking perhaps he could take his mind off the voices as if they were something in his head. @Drago Ryder @rolle Regardless, the area was still filled with a hint of ominousness that was unmistakable. The rabbits that would be serving one customer the next would look off into the distance as if ignoring the busy night. Occasionally, one would take a glance at the local shinobi and pedestrians in the bar and would either narrow their eyes or evade the contact made with the ninja. One could have brushed them off as prude, but the mask change could not be mistaken as they would change their facial expressions quickly to keep the facade of being joyous workers who took orders and fetched trays. It was only Xenneth who seemed to be genuinely lost in the moment as he smiled to Kyubi and continued their conversation. “So, to repay you, I thought it would be best to cook you something to eat and tell you a story, if you’d allow me. I know it must be weird seeing a bunch of rabbits in your village all of the sudden.” he placed his hands upon the table, a sign that he had nothing to hide as far as anyone knew. He liked the atmosphere; the ability to be able to relax and talk to someone was something reinvigorating and was not easily experienced in these times.

@Acnologia @Drago Ryder A gentle hand reached before his very eyes, Blitz’s vision would be blinded from the words on the pages. The hand was not malicious at all, slow and easily, it had moved to touch the cover of the book. His fingers sliding as they reached for the paper in the pages and lifted afterwards to show the cloudy eyes of the violet haired young lad that was standing before him. “My apologies,” he spoke, “I was curious to know what book you were reading. As you can see…words are lost to me, but the sensation of feeling the covers and the heavy ink on the fresh smell of the pages as I move my fingers. It’s soothing!” He had an innocent smile, but, his bizarre outfit was anything but innocent. The boy stood back revealing his tight body suit that he was serving in. One could have sworn he was preparing to go train rather than visiting as the suit pressed itself against his upper body. However, this did not tell the same story as the leggings that reached to his ankles and reached to his middle toe. His feet were cushioned by his sandals. However, once again, these conflicted as the final touch of the outfit were the strange rabbit ears. Finally, there was the final feature of the white rabbit ears on top of his head, alive and twitching as they were syphoning in the sounds of the ramen shop as was his cotton-like tail was just sitting there. “Please,” he noted, “Can I please serve you? Consider it on the house as I have interrupted your reading. What is it that you would like to eat?” The Ramen Shop seemed to be alit tonight. The residents of the area were particularly excited. The sounds of the criticism of the bar was still there but they were muffled and smothered by the sound of excitement. Their voices were more enchanted and excited as the area had been filled with females that were dressed similar in the style of Xenneth. Much like him, the females were serving Ramen and what could have been thought as sensory dulling drinks that were most likely not for the youth. “Umm…do not mind my appearance, please,” he continued as he held out a pamphlet to Blitz. “Surely, you know of my clan. They are putting on their entertainment tonight as they are staying at the village for one day. We do this in all the five great nations in exchange for work, and as you can see, no one attests as we bring in a lot of the profit. Just, please, enjoy yourself and simply call one of us when you decide what to eat. Trust me, we will hear it.” There was like a hundred heartbeats, but he knew there were many more. If not inside the small shop, they certainly would be within the radius of the area. Hikari could hear them all, along with the whispers of his clan members. Each one of them making him frown a bit, sadly, but he tried to enjoy the night. After all, he was only to be entertainment, and hopefully…that was all. However, among those voices… “O-oh! I-it’s her!” Her voice was like music to his ears that night. Above all the benign compliments and vulgar speech, it was comforting to know that one of few people who looked at him strangely was about. It was comforting. His ears twitched as he could hear whispers of the orders that were coming in and to which table. He closed his cloudy eyes, and opened them as he heard the information he was looking for. Vegetable Ramen? Table twelve? “I-I will take that one!~” He wasted no time sweeping by one of the workers in the shop, reaching and taking the tray in a gentle stride as she was coming towards the general direction of the table. He assumed it was her order, smiling innocently as he did not explain himself to his kinsman. He could make out the faint scowl from the sound waves that came over the face of one of the rabbits working with him that night. “I hope you are not getting involved!” she exclaimed, “Remember why we are here tonight.” He gave no response, nor even moved a muscle. Shutting down, he waited for her to leave, and then afterwards, continued to the table as he stood before Kyubi. His hand reaching down as he presented her with the bowl of Ramen, but stood right before her wearing his bizarre serving outfit while showing that gentle smile, trademark from the earlier hours he saw her in the market. “Hello again,” he greeted Kyubi in his warm voice, “F-forgive me if my clan’s cloths are a little…revealing.” he blushed looking towards the young woman.

M'kay. i will make an exit for now with my character and re-introduce later. I think it would make more sense for what I have planned. >=]

@Acnologia “That’s even better!” he countered, “If people have to fight, I am much happier that someone like you is out there to make sure they are okay.” The young Usagi smiled warmly as a chuckled escaped his lips. He had heard of Medical Ninja, but not actually seen one in person. The clan was mostly distant from anything entirely cultural from the world of shinobi, until recently, but he digressed. He had the honor of meeting the young woman, and it was enough for him. She was kindly, and so it seemed to also reflect to her role in battle. Hearing this, as well as her disinterest in his motif, he had weakly displayed his joy for her lack of judgment. For some reason, the expression seemed as if it was pitying her. “I see. You are too kind, Miss.” he commented, stepping lightly to her side. He twirled the bags in hand, sealing them, as he grown silent for only a moment. “I am Hikari Usagi, a member of the Usagi Clan. I am here tonight working with my family Ms. Kyubi. If you please, come to the local Ramen Shop, tonight? I fear that if you stay here talking to me…” he leaned over with his voice become even gentler than possible. “You may be mistaken for a promiscuous woman…” His face did not change, remaining as still as ever. His eyes had a look of shame to them as he spoke to her, as if he felt sorry for whatever destiny this young woman entangled herself within. Still, he was more than happy to have met her, and hoped he could at least see her again one more time. Even if he had said none of this, the feeling from just standing in this market, this village, and meeting at least one person who spoke to him – it was relaxing. “Goodbye for now, Miss!” He begun to walk away, heading out the market with a few pieces of shimmering change that he left walking out. He did not care for the change, or even for the fact that he did not get the young woman’s name. Perhaps it was for the best.

No need. Just pointing things out so we don't make some IC mistakes. Anyway, I haven't forgotten about you IC. Just trying to think about how to go about things and including everyone.

It was not the tailor’s fault. It certainly was not. Nor was it the manager, the pony at the register, nor was it the many shoppers who happened to see the final draft of the design. This certainly could not be blamed on the pony who fetched the material, nor even the Princesses for that matter as not even they may have conceived possibly this misfortune. Certainly though, someone had to answer for this, and it was the very same stallion that got up today and gazed into the mirror with a sigh. Still, he could not believe it was a mistake that was missed and unaccounted for. “No one to blame but myself…” It was true, but still, someone could recognize him by now. Divine Heart’s irregular wing span certainly was the talk lately ever since he joined the royal guard, and so were the unusual display of skills. It had only gone to show, that when it came to being the odd one, it was nothing short of like having a joker card always on top of the deck. His hard work had come to notice, and although it may not have been a trophy, or an award, it was good to see that he at least got a welcome to one of the newest trendy clubs in Canterlot. He was not a clubber, but it could not hurt, right? The very statement made it so that he was the reason he was walking up towards the entry right now. The large doors were intimidating, as well as the atmosphere. He preferred to walk about the night looking for one of the quietest of coffee houses, studying lore, but this was a new world for him. His choice of colors was of valor coated red, one of the not so best choices when going out into the mysterious night. His hooves were aligned with a black gentle leather that comforted them, and not to mention made them seem stylish. His mane was only tamed by the blue goggles that held his feather blonde hair back into place, or attempted to as a majority of it escaped off to the right side of his head. Still, his furry white face shown some distinct wonder as he looked about, even as he approached the front doors. “Umm…” a very first impression presented to the security if he was trying to be convincing, “My name is Heart. The first is Divine. I think I am on your list.” his voice strangely young, but it was the hesitation in it that caused that. He waited patiently, but not with excitement. It was not like this was his scene. But he had no one but to blame for coming here but himself, after all.

@Acnologia If ignorance was bliss, this young woman was nirvana. “No,” his head shook gently. His violet strands of feathery dyed hair remained in place, “Nothing of the sort I am afraid. Though, I heard it is a courageous way of life. Something that eludes me.” He sounded unhappy even as he smiled. His slow movements a mixture of wonder and melancholy as he reached back once more. Just beyond his reach of the fruit bin was an assortment of vegetables. His right digit tapped the side of the barrel. It only took a single wave of sound for him to identify the difference between a cucumber and a carrot, and so he reached over grabbing the orange veggie…from the mid-center of the barrel where his perception reached. He pulled it, presenting it along with his strange motif that the young woman probably could have noticed by now. His rabbit ears atop his head that twitched with each puzzling movement from his tapping, then to his sway of his body. His smile brandishing as he held the veggie close to his face. “I guess you can call my kind ‘entertainment’ miss,” he began, “Or at least, that is what they refer to us as. I am visiting from the Earth Country. My clan is nomadic, so we do not affiliate with villages and their militia system. In other words, I am simply a traveling with my kin.” Kindly exclaiming, the whispers still polluted the store. His ears could hear every voice speaking of the young rabbit speaking to the young woman. It was common, no matter had it been himself, or his family, the world of shinobi and other worlds alike ran parallel with their opinions on the Usagi Clan. However, it was easy for the young violet haired boy to ignore. Even more so now that he was talking to someone who seemed less judgmental and more kindly.

“No need,” he replied kindly, “I should do better at not interfering with someone’s shopping.” He said that in a joking manner of course, his misty eyes staring straight as he had taken his time walking to the bin. The steps he made were smooth and with a stride, conveying just how easy going. His smile cool and reassuring, regardless of the whispers. It was not until his ears twitching, noticing Kyubi still in his vicinity that he had become interested in her. After all, not many who seen him or his kin would simply reply so kindly to him and still be around afterwards. As he reached to the bin, sorting through the fruit, he had mused with his pressed lips. “Excuse me, ma’am!~” he sung, “You are a shinobi, yes? I noticed your footsteps.” Maybe that was where her fearlessness come from? The Rabbit heard so much about the Land of Fire shinobi. He had observed her promptly as if he had eyes on the back of his head. His ears had twitched hearing her breathing, her heartbeat like a symphony that would tell of her details from the length of the hair to the single movement of each toe had she made one. However, the color of her eyes, hair, and the pigments of her outfit was lost to him. The blackness of the void was always there for comfort. Regardless of just how morbid his fate was, the rabbit still had a radiant aura. The smile that matched was clear as day as he turned, watching Kyubi and reflecting her image into his hazy irises. He patiently waited for the response of the female, intrigued by her solemn nature. Now, he was only curious to know if she honestly would speak to him in that “disgusted” manner or not.

The chatter of the horde became whispers… Something akin to it at least. Everyone knew the procedure when the rabbit ears had become present in any of the great nation’s villages. Kohonagakure was no exception from that rule as they followed the unspoken word as if by religion, marveling at the figure who had walked down the streets. Bodies would motion to the sides of the streets as if waves parting, and the small child’s eyes were covered and motioned away in mid-stride. The parents would make sure that they were not in the meeting path of the rabbits whenever they would come, even if it was just a single one. Still, the day was lovely, even with hostility. So, it did not affect the single rabbit that went down the street. His violet hair cascading upon the beautiful woven kimono. The embroidery was glistening in the light as the sleek obsidian pattern ran along the edges as trim, and patterned to be what seemed like the paw of a rabbit upon his back that seemed broad. However, the form of the figure seemed so delicate as his pale face had brandished a warm smile that made the heart-shaped marking on his right cheek stretch ever so slightly. However, his most captivating feature, his hazy faded eyes, had life in them even though they saw nothing but pure darkness. Even still, he seemed capable, more so to even wander into the nearby market place that he desired. “That aroma was here…” his gentle voice projecting the innocent, curious thought. He had walked, lightly, stopping in his trail right behind the female, Kyubi. “There you are!” He called out with his gentle feminine tone of voice. They clearly was around the same height, unless she would take notice to the standing rabbit-like ears on his head that seemed to twitch as he stood there behind the shinobi. His hands were concealed in the large sleeves of his robe, but he dangerously revealed his gentle demeanor as his relaxed shoulders and charming smile remained upon his face. It was not purposeful, but rather a clan trait if anything as the rabbits were known to have been quite beautiful. “Eww! Already she’s claiming one!” “In such a public place? Those rascals have no shame!” “Well HE needs to go back to his hole with the rest of ‘em!” “Wait! They CAN be male?!” It was enough to get gawking eyes and vile whispers. His ears twitched, hearing each one, but he seemed to ignore them. They were as clear as day to anyone, even if the rabbit had used the active ears upon the top of his head or not. However, that would not keep him from his goal as the figure had broken the bridge that was his hands across his body from under his sleeves and gesturing with one of the limply hanging clothes like a hand to the female in his general direction before him. “Those fruits behind you, ma’am.” he continued, “I-I desire it you see, but I can wait until you are done browsing. It is not all that important.” It seemed the only thing that stood between the rabbit-like figure in the market and a bin of assorted exotic fruits was Kyubi. True to his word, with a smile, he stood there awaiting patiently for herself to be done browsing. OOC Notes: Since no one else posted, I will do so myself. Now Listening To: Nothing at the moment.

Actually, Xenneth isn't a ninja, and as said, the alliance with Iwagakure is temporary. I am just going to act as a temporary antagonist force for the sake of conflict since it seems as if everyone is Konoha and are allies. I will remain as an antagonist force for a limited time though as the story progresses.

I only went by the assumption since it seemed to be following the premise of the original ten-tails, that being the great tree that becomes the chakra forms that were the tailed beasts. If we were going to follow something different in terms of what form the mass amounts of chakra or what the ancient evil would be, I can always change it to fit the story. I was just going to make something to encourage to drive the plot by opposing the hero characters. Would you like me to come up with something to fit that role?