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Antagonist
02-24-2008, 03:15 AM
THREAD RATED MATURE


note: when my genin character is finished it will be submerged into the thread full force, training, gaining xp, learn jutsu's and interact

Before the beginning their was nothing but an eternal plane of ying and yang energies intermingling. Water and Fire, black and white, stillness and movement, spirit and matter moved among each other in and endless slurry of both void and everything: resulting in time with the creation of a single arbitrary intelligence... an existence capable of both creation and destruction, that rejected the notions of good and evil for the promise of one thing, the manifestation of both life and death

Lord Jashin, God of Duality, being of chaos and bringer of harmony and order, the divinity of reality where opposites converge in a supreme manifestation of the all... that is what we call him, for he is the one that both thought and created himself, and then initiated the beginning.


The Jashin Cult

In order to initiate the beginning, and thus generate the energies to empower all that would exist thereafter, began creating and destroying things in an endless cycle to generate chakra, the sacred movement in continuum, which gave impulse to existence and thus the possibility of existence.

Now, the beginning put into motion, Lord Jashin manifested the chakra into three glorious children: Xocotl, Tlaloc, and Itzpaplotl... who, existing on the whole new generated plane of the beginning they soon created the Mictlan or the underworld: the grounds of potent change where, through creation and destruction, the new beginning began to take shape: it was a land of testing and sacrifice... pain and torment of endless raw forces in battles of existence.

However, This land of eternal struggle troubled Itzpaplotl for there were pure spirits to whom were not made for this eternity... who were still too innocent and beautifully ignorant to appreciate the hidden joy of Mictlan

So she decided to go before her brothers with her plea, Tlaloc spoke nothing but Xocotl allowed her leave to try to make her plane, but not allowing her to take the energies of the vibrant underworld for the creation. She set out, undeterred... yet her brother Xocotl changed her mind soon after and ordered 400 of her warrior spirits to defeat her before she left.

She destroyed them all

But after victory she was surprised by Tlaloc, who pushed her into a murderous pit which Xocotl had had the spirits herd her towards... She died instantly

However lord Jashin, being the omniscient, omnipotent omnipresence noted her good intentions and brought her back to life: promising to never again let one of his favored die. He also permitted her to take the destroyed bodies of the 400 spirits to create her new spirit plane while chiding Xocotl for his actions against his sister.

Thus Tamoanchan, Itzpapalotl's heaven, was made: a place of misty sky where the innocent could frolic in eternal joy for all time.

The Creation of the two worlds left the question of how to decide which spirits should go where though, a problem which Lord Jashin quickly answered

There would be a mortal realm, where souls would go first to test their character for where they would best be suited for... note neither afterlife realm is considered good or evil: only meant for different types of people... the innocent children, mothers, priests go to nurture and frolic in the over-world whereas the underworld was for the well-traveled philosophers and warriors... with each afterlife having multiple levels of ascension that could be reached depending on how one proved themselves in the physical world.

Andif one fit both afterlife criteria perfectly they would be given a place of duality within the before beginning along-side Lord Jashin for all eternity... sainted to say the least.

Tlaloc, being the lesser, weaker and younger brother was chosen to be the creator and ruler of the mortal realm and thus, fierce and bitter, left Mictlan with Jashin's Degree... the prospects of the mortal realm did not please him however he understood and abided by his fathers knowing wishes

Xocotl visited his beloved brother soon afterwards, giving him fire from the underworld as a present to help create and nurture the mortal realm... Itzpaplotl however, did not bring her brother any gifts.

Given an ample supply of materials Tlaloc created the mortal realm quickly, then quickly earned his reputation as the most fierce of the siblings by crushing the spirits that followed him into salt: then mixing the with water and chakra to create blood to fuel the mortal life of the realm.

Through sacrifice and bloodletting of the mortal people to Tlaloc he is able to sustain the mortal realm and keep the circle of life going

This is not the main reason behind our sublime carnage though... while some blood must be spilt and life destroyed to fuel the creation of new life we do most of our sacrifice for the reasons that Lord Jashin gave to create the world...

Judgement

All beings, even heathens, are subjects to lord Jashins kindness, peoples character is found out early in life: so by early sacrifice their glorious ascension and eternity in the afterlife is that much closer.

Soon after the World was made Jashin, having evolved and grown from a single conscious at the beginning into an existence of multiple intelligences created a group of children called the Utukku to become Shinigami, each one modeled as an avatar as one of his entities... including one to rule over them who took on the entity of Jashin himself... the easily recognizable features of the Shinigami do not pass down through generation to generation but instead randomly appear every so often when children Jashin thinks worthy of a certain avatar's name are born.

The three siblings immediately offered their power to the Utuuku as well

Being an Utukku avatar grants one access to the secret immortality ritual and cult Jutsu when they reach adulthood (16+), note that their are many Jashins but only a few Immortal Shinigami

Shinigami are blessed saints with Jashin's personal favor who surrender the thought of ever going to the glorious afterlife in exchange for being locked into the mortal realm in a quest to spend eternity sacrificing others to help hurry them to ascend to the afterlife... truly the most noble of people should they ever die they are guaranteed a place by Jashin's side: for after-all they spend eternity as his hands, spreading his will.
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Our Sunning Rock (http://forum.narutochaos.com/showpost.php?p=597758&postcount=2)

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Antagonist
02-24-2008, 03:27 AM
"Our Sunning Rock"
by Teteoinnan Xilonen (http://forum.narutochaos.com/showpost.php?p=578334&postcount=35)
Children's short story taken from the very controversial "Xilonen's Anthology of Jashin Fairy Tales"



*Coyote Came across the water, a pheasant in his massive jaws. He saw the feeble old man and son he had offered sustenance in return for their souls and land. The Old man seeing the Coyote's raw strength conceded his and his son's future immediately.

*But now the two were sunning on Coyote's rock and he dropped the flimsy pheasant skin on the ground at the base of the rock and began snarling at the two with big sharp teeth... immediately the old man hopped up and tried to walk to the side copying the coyote's frightening gait to make himself seem strong... but it was not natural and he fell: so the coyote jumped upon the fallen old man and gobbled him up.

*he then turned to the young one still sunning on the rock

Coyote: what is this, you are tiny and will never grow larger like that: you defy me yet are so small: I would never want to be as little as you. Show me your teeth.

*Never Grow Larger opened wide to reveal a tiny teeth

Coyote: Look at my teeth

*Coyote exposed rows of malicious and huge gleaming fangs

Coyote: With no effort at all I could bite you in two, you who never grows larger! Let us bite each other and see who is more powerful.

Never-grow-larger: are you sure?

"yes"

"I accept the challenge"

*Coyote bit Never-grow-larger, almost severing his head

*Never grow larger bit Coyote, barely scratching his skin

Coyote: Now we will go to oppisite sides of the rock just out of sight: calling out to each other to see how the other fares... whoever survives gets to have the rock

*Coyote bounded to the other side of the rock and shouted out

"Hey!"

"hey" Never-grow-larger called back faintly

"Hey!"

"hey" Never-grow-larger said even more meekly

"Hey!"

"hey" Never-grow-largers voice became very weak

*Coyote, pleased with his success began to think to himself (I never doubted I would kill that snake... and to think I kept my side of the bargain and got that pheasant skin for them... well for me actually... as a side-dish to the main course they are hehe)

*Coyote then noticed the snake-bite swelled, and the wound started to hurt

"Hey." The Coyote responded, but the sound was not as loud. Soon Coyote's entire body swelled up and started to hurt

"Hey!" Never-Grow-Larger called loud and clear

"hey." Coyote said softly

"Hey!" Never grow larger called again

*Coyote desperately tried to climb upon the rock but swelled so much that his blood exploded out of his body, painting the sky and sea a beautiful sunset red:

*Coyote would not respond again. The animal lay dead

*Never-grow larger cast the hulking body, much bigger then a pheasant, upon the fire to cook and went back upon the rock... sunning with the sun shining gods's glory upon his face.

Coyote's rich red blood had also stained a symbol upon the rock around the snake...

A Triangle within a Circle

Thank You, Love
Tetteoinnan Xilonen

Antagonist
05-09-2008, 03:54 PM
A Quick Journey through Coyote's Coffin



Did you know?
The explored area of the Vastlands has over 30 major accounted religions. The SolarTemple, Cihuateteo Soul, and of course Jashin religion itself are among the most notable


Find a map of the great nations along with outlying islands. Point you finger at the middle of the Land of Lightning and follow the raising elevation (ignoring caves and other natural distinctions) to the center: this would be the Hidden Village of Kumogankure. To the right of Kumogankure, across the Tenshi Nagasu river, and beyond the sea, notice the rather big and only slightly charted landmass above the Land of Water: this is the Vastlands~~ a sublime world all of its own. Featuring Gothic beauty that lies out of sight and out of mind of the general populace of the civilized world it is quickly, through word of mouth of daring travelers, becoming famous for its outlandish culture yet to be bowdlerized by its newfound ally Kumogankure for public viewing.

Drag your finger from its resting place upon the mountains of Kumogankure across the sea to this place. Carefully avoid the Solar Temple along the coastline where all the fucking stoner's go to eat each others flesh and work your way inland until your roughly in the center of the explored mainland. The wilderness is deep, humid and bursting with disease so take a shot for the plague-ridden mosquitoes if you wish but I suggest you rather just rough it: as mosquitoes and anything else you can think of taking a shot for are the least of your worries.

Rather don't worry, for we'll be there soon. res

More specifically, your finger should be on the east end of a pearly-white lake called "Iwao's Fountain". A small hill should be visible within the lake which, upon closer inspection, should look to be constantly under siege by the water: but don't mind it~ it's just slippage. If your finger isn't there move it there, especially fast if it's too far east and in the danger land of the "Students of the Thirteenth Seal"... The main reason adventurers haven't explored the land any farther.

round the fountain until you discover the south-west stream and head down it, towards our final destination, the Jashin village of Tehuantepec, minding to be wary as your going along the slipping stream of course. I know we went the long way but frankly, pansies like us probably couldn't make it through the Xochimilca Military District, home of famed Xocotl Shinigami Pazuzu and Resheph. Instead we go in the north gate, around the High Society of the Chalka District, through the residential Tlaxcalan district and finally reach the low income red-light district of Alcohua, home of the lesser Xocotl shinigami Lamashtu and Rabisu. The ancient yet poignant stone architecture eroding from the now flooded streets is the last remnants of Tehuantepec when it was a still mere settlement of devout followers. Before the Jashin religion gained momentum and became the main religion of the Vastlands: expanding to seven times its humble beginnings. The culture and history here has made it too valuable to raze~ despite its now failing condition socially and structurally.

Take in the glorious gothic architecture if you must but we must finish our journey post-haste.

Quickly rent a boat and sail out of the Alcohua streets and even further south into the surrounding Alcohua marshes where Rabisu and Lamashtu are this glorious day~~ enjoying the sun for what it's worth.

Aware of the tickling grass under their feet and the fleeting smell of their prey

Only slightly aware of the recent alligence with great Land of Lightning and its repercussions

And completely unaware of the future turmoils to unleash itself through their home



After all, they Say Wolves guard Coyote's coffin

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Next Time~ Actual storyline!

Antagonist
05-17-2008, 11:42 AM
Love-struck

Conspiricy theorists take note
The fucking stoners of Solar Temple have started kidnapping Cihuateteo souls... not that Cihuateteo souls care. Nonetheless: what does it all mean?

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An exhausted Cincola vulture, having fled for the better part of two hours, flew up the side of a low round hill. Its wings flogged heavily as it bobbed low parallel the earth: instinct putting it on its last thrusts as the lactic acid continued to build up, compounding the arthritis in its old bones. It lowered its head and wings upon reaching the crest of the rare low hill and dropped like a rock into the cover just beyond. A girl and her succubus nin-pet closed in from the marshes behind it: the succubus led, tired her pink tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth and her misshapen wings struggled against the ever-compounding gravity in much the same way as the Cincola vulture, the girl sloshed through the water-logged ground behind~ shadowed by an ever-arbitrary presence stealthily crawling through the dropping reeds with a subtle “pish-pash”` that disturbed only the odd dragon-fly from it’s roost. Both the Xocotl shinigami were sweating in dark patches through their kimono’s despite the material being designed for the climate, as the Vastlands sun, when bearing down full-force, can be just as lethal as the greatest Vastland beasts to the unprepared travel.

The loli hellspawn caught the scent of the vulture becoming considerably stronger and licked her lips in anticipation as a quiver of excitement ran through her body and she stopped momentarily shivering ~ sucking the scent up for all its worth before dropping into the grass to begin to close in stealthily for the kill. Lilith worked fast, narrowing in on the Cincola vulture she began circling around to the east to make sure the Cincola vulture didn’t catch their incoming scent: Lamashtu followed her example as she came up behind Lilith~ trying to suppress her ragged breathing from the furious chase she withdrew a toztoztonali from her waist and began quartering up the bank.

As Lilith, nose to the ground and hugging the ground like a sloth crept over the crest Lilith came to a halt, tensed for the bird to rise. Lilith soon found the vulture crouched in the grass and leapt at it: spit flew from her mouth as she screamed at it with all the edge her vocal cords would allow

Stupid Bird! Hiding is for wussies like my Rabisu-kun! >:O

The Cincola Vulture turned, raising one yellowed and bloodshot eye to the loli and answered her scream with one of it’s own ~ a high-pitched formless sound, an animal expression of hate, then began flogging it’s wings once again to rise skyward for escape as Lilith fell on her back, curled up in the fetal-position with fear from the terrible vulture cry.

It was up to Lamashtu to fall the prize as it rose skyward, she let loose the lethal mini-spear as soon as the vulture’s frantic wings started to claw at the air above in it’s desperate escape.

The javelin stopped short of the target

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Open your chest, not minding the severing skin and breaking bone until you can see your heart ~ located within the cardiac impressions of the lungs. Quickly push the lungs to the side, increasing the size of the impression, till you can truly marvel at the fistsized orb that started beating and giving you life before even connected with nerves.

Looking does not do it justice.

Sever the aorta from the top and remove your heart from the chest cavity, then dissect it to figure out the secret to the “lub-dub” that makes it tick and in due course, you. As you lay the sections out across your lap you should notice 4 distinct valves… The Lub-dub phenomenon is created by these valves closing in echo of one another.

If the valves don’t close properly, your heart mummers

If they are pierced by the weapons of mankind, the sound stops all-together

This is the reality facing Rabisu.

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Rabisu rose to his feet in shock from the pain, staring at the disorientated vulture as it flew off out of reach yet again: spear stuck in his back just left of his spine, and into his heart. Blood gushed out of the wound at regular intervals ~ dark, strong, and thick as custard. His girlish hips and ankles started to buckle as Lamashtu moved forward and pushed the slim, dazed Shinigami onto his knees while wrenching the toztoztonali out of the churned flesh. He started whimpering in his native Neko-nese at the pain but she paid him no mind, nor did she ask pointless questions as to why he had move ahead without informing her in the first place. Working with a smooth indifference she asked him the only necessary question.

“Vagabond, Have you had your 52 hour ritual?”

“Yes, ah, this morning actually”


Satisfied she started into her waist-pouch to get a needle and thread to patch up the hole before he wound festered from the rampant infections of the marshes entering it. However he wouldn’t stop whimpering, now in English. (Granted, living through your heart getting punctured must be very painful)

“god, its sore…”

*Lamashtu spun him around, and stuck her finger in his mouth matter-of-factly. The bitter-sweet taste of her blood raised a noticeable blush to his face. The needle was already ruby-red.

Had she not been one of Jashin’s Vestal Daughters, he would have confessed oceans of love to her right there. The fiery-haired and smooth grey-skinned girl before him perhaps didn’t quite meet the standard of perfect beauty (although its close)~ her features slightly too pointed, breasts too small: but somehow this girl, sweaty and soaked, and messy from hours of running in the marshes, puts all his former crushes from kumo’s entertainment magazines on the shelf. Before Lamashtu’s earth-bound deluxe amorality they all become whims and fancies, riddled with falls egos and a hundred crippling insecurities. Lamashtu’s beauty isn’t applied through make-up before a mirror but instead grows, with breathtaking simplicity, from her innermost being: she is saintly. He can not comprehend how he didn’t notice this before.

Ow!
The sharp beak of the elusive vulture digs into his side, bringing him away from his daydream and epiphany. It seems Lilith had somehow captured the vulture herself.

Don’t think dirty thoughts about my Lamashtu >.<”

I, I wasn’t! Honest!

*Rabisu began rubbing his face furiously, attacking the tingling feeling that always spread across his nose like freckles when embarrassed, stopping only to throw his hands to the ground and balance himself when Lamashtu suddenly spun him around to begin work on his back. His hands turned from pasty-peach to darker then night black with white starkly contrasting in the form of an outline of his hand and finger bones. The pain was gone. Tasting Lamashtu’s blood had put him into Xocotl form. Lamashtu spoke matter-of-factly from behind him as she tore his kimono away from the wound and down to his waist in tatters.

“Im going to use skin-stitching to close it”

She slid her body to the side so the sun could shine on the wound~ making the medical jutsu easier.

“I can’t believe I’m still wasting my combat chakra on medical jutsu, we’ll have to teach this to our supposed new kid Nohachacyum is sticking us with to meet Kumo shinobi-team standards”

Rabisu, shock gone and now just dizzy from blood loss mumbles a reply~ his mind already-slipping into la-la-land despite the Xocotl Pain resistance

“yeah”

*Lilith, sensing an opening, strutted in front of Rabisu looking him square in the eyes as he was down on his knees and hands so thus her height. She still clutched the Cincola vulture’s broken-body within her right claw~ unaware it was slowly devouring the vulture. Her other hand pointed at her very eager and puckered lips

“U might die! Kiss Lilith just in case for a possible fond memory in your dying throws?? >.>

Rabisu, wincing at the thought pulls away muttering “I better not”

Lilith, not taking no for an answer, drops the vulture and entrenches them in his pretty pink hair, pulling it down she gives his forehead a quick peck

My Rabisu need not be shy of girls :D

AH! WHAT THE FUCK LILITH!!
Rabisu, aware of his skin being eaten away by her flesh-eating saliva suddenly feels a burst of adrenaline, staggers to his feet despite the stitching not being complete, and stumbles down the hill to the water at the base to frantically wash the bacteria off. Lilith shrugs and walks over to Lamashtu and puts her head on “She who erases” lap. Lamashtu was one of the few people who would even let Lilith touch her.

After a yawn Lilith “explains” herself

You know, he should be glad I even give him the time of day. He’s an otaku after all. -_-

Lamashtu, not feeling and need to respond merely meets Lilith’s gaze with a wide-eye’d “o’ really” glance. Lilith changes the subject

We should make you a grass skirt from the grass out here; it would look really cute on you! :nod:

*Lamashtu nods and leans back, basking in the now evening sun: the worst of the heat over. Noting Rabisu passed out at the bottom of the hill from blood loss she decides its fair to take a break~ it’s not he’ll die after all. An idea comes to mind after realizing that Lilith was always depressed she couldn’t wear the latest Xilonen fashions as it would suffocate the horrific organisms grafted onto her body

“Actually, we could make one for you too~ your body could definitely breathe through a grass skirt”

Eyes already closing from exhaustion Lilith reply’s, for once, simply “I’d Like that” before nodding off to sleep.

Lamashtu did the same; they would rest for now then drag The Vagabond back to Alcohua. The new kid could learn how to patch him up properly with skin stitching, from the internal tissues out. He had roughly two days to get the job done before Rabisu would die.