Heres a short part of some of my work, which you can either hate or love... If interested in rping with me sometime, lemme know



Ranakia walked slowly up the mountain steps, her features calm, yet harsh. Her students could barely keep up,blood flowing from their wounds where she had them stop and train furiously. Fighting in terrain that was most difficult. Finally stopping at her dojo, a fortress of sorts carved into the mountain side by some unknown artist, she turned around.

Her students, despite having been put through days of rigorous training, stood readily at attention.. they have had nothing to eat, and hardly enough water to keep them going. Sleep was something of the past.

"You will clean those." she said, pointing at the white clothing, before smiling, for the first time in the week they had been out there, "Lets get something to eat." she said, and artfully meant it.. her body had suffered the same training. Her students laughed, and many ran towards the dojo.

She did not stop them, but continued to walk there.. before taking a path to the right, leading to a walled enclosure..

Her key turned the entrance door.. revealing a huge, open area filled with beatiful white flowers. Students gaurded the ramp ways, but when they saw her, they left.

Alone now, she watched the slow swaying of the plants, before suddenly giggling wildly and throwing herself into their embrace. She took in their lovely vanilia like scent. These plants were a perfect example of her schools technique.

Students were taught to take care of these flowers.. to nuture them and love them as they would their own bodies. If successful, the plant would grow a illuminated white... creating a medicinical herb that healed wounds and a large variety of sickness's... The scent would be alluring.. filling somone with happiness if they were used to it... and filling somone with a very deep, but peaceful sleep if they were not.

Even Ranakia, if staying her a few days or so, would sleep easily and perhaps never wake up.

She turned over slowly, her lithe robed body taking in the scent. However.. if left alone.. and uncared for.. the plant became red, and produced a pleasant smell, but one of almost a burnt smell of the orginal, and as such, not nearly as pleasant.. Inhaling it produced a dream filled with nightmares... some say forever. Producing poisons instead of the same things that heal..

It was a full example of the diferences between her technique and others.. her technique was the flower that gives life.. rather than the one that takes it... However.. despite the changes it takes.. it remains its own.

She rolled and giggled, taking in more of the scent. It filled most of her senses... and she felt almost dreamy.

"Having fun little sister?"

"Yeah." she said, still in her blissful state.

"Haha, I see." a heavy thud sounded next to her. "

Ranakia began playing with a flower absent mindly, before saying "Your hurt."

"Yes, I fought a man today. He was larger than me, hahaha!"

Ranakia felt the scent over-coming her..but she took it in anyway... "A giant..."

"Yes, he was, however.. While he was fierce little sister, I feel something stronger there."

Ranakia gave a small hum, which had long been her way to aknowledging things in this state.

"He fought well.. but something seemed to be holding him back... Im still trying to figure out what it was."

"Well... perhaps you were too good?" Ranakia suggested, playing with a flower lightly.

"Nah.. he hurt me, clearly he had some skills. No.. something else is wrong... I can't fight a opponent who isn't even sure of himself, its like murdering a corpse, theres nothing to gain in it!"

Ranakia hummed still, playing with the flowers again while looking into the sky.. the clouds were not covering it.. so she could see the vast blue-ness."Thats anouther ocean you know."

Silence followed for a moment, "What do ya mean?"

"I think birds are just fish that swim in the sky, thats all." she said, laughing some.

Booming laughter followed, "Ya might be right.. Well" a large yawn followed, "I'd better leave.. only been here alittle bit, and now I feel like I could rest for days." There was a sound of shuffling for a moment, "You know.. the empress wants us to wage a huge war..."

Ranakia's blissful state couldn't end by just that statement.. but she felt sudden worry fill her, "I know.. I don't want to.. but i must... She saved us.. and no matter what she asks.. we can't deny her anything."

"True.. though I think I have paid my debt."

Ranakia nodded, but said nothing.. "Good luck. No more.. getitng hurt, ok?"

"I can't promise nothing!"

Rankia laughed, "but you will for little sister, right?"

"Haha.. fine.. No more getting hurt..."

Ranakia giggled, "I know your lying.. but thanks."

"Haha, you know me too well little sister... Rest well."

Ranakia closed her eyes for a moment, "You too..."

Slowly the world darkened.. until all that remained was a peaceful sleeping Ranakia... With a black spot watching over her from a distance. "Be well.. LIttle Sister."