((OOC: Technichally, Alykoth is still in the war, but if we were fighting eachother, it'd be after the war in the first place ;D. Sorry for starting it without you, Alykoth, but I thought since you did give me the right to use Alykoth, I would begin it.))
Shuno was upon the small Archapelago to the east of SkizZ's island. He had only migrated this far from it because of the war. It wasn't too bad of an experience, at that: He met a new friend -- Shino -- and he learned there were stronger fighters out there beside him. That left a small smile on his face; all it meant was that he needed to improve his skills, if even a little.
His hair was caught in a breeze among the temperate climate. The sun beat down among the trees and ground, adding a nice temperature to the region. But it wasn't too warm, as he was closer to the north pole than expected. He was just glad it was summer over winter; otherwise, his body would freeze.
He sat under a tree near the sandy shore. His softly toned, white hands ran their thin fingers through the dissolved stone. His shirt absorbed sunrays -- even from under the shade of a palm -- because of its red hue. Very few would guess that it was naturally white, and that it was stained with blood. But that's another story.
He relaxed his hands behind his head, feeling the grit between them as he slided them behind the tree. He looked out at the waves lapping upon the shore. They would go back into the ocean, and then they would shoot out once again towards the shore. It was a calm and soothing pattern, as it left Shuno in a daze from watching it for too long.
"Ah, there's no problem with a little R-and-R everyone once in a while!" He smiled as he reclined back a little and decided to cross his arms in front of his chest. Slowly, his eyelids shut, and he fell asleep. When he awoke, he would find his stomache growling...
He smiled to himself: Looks like it's time to get something to eat...
((OOC: Heh, finally posting here. I look forward to wiping this archapelago with your face. ;D Jus' jokin', let the games begin!))
As Alykoth sped across the mid-day sky, thoughts raced through his mind as faster as he did through the air. Why had Hiei been toying with him? Why did Ra'keth resort to seppuku to defeat his opponet? Where was he now? Then, with a quick blink of his eyes, and a shake of his horned head, Alykoth dismissed them. He didn't have time to wonder about those things right now; he knew Ra'keth would be fine, the Eckolon could take care of himself. For now, all he was focused on was finding a decent fight, he hadn't had one of those in a while. It was then that he suddenly felt a power signature close to him. Alykoth came to an abrupt halt in mid air, creating a gale that rushed past him and soon dissapated into nothingness. His black eyes flitted from side to side, even though it was impossible to tell. The midnight orbs finally caught a glipmse of what had caught Alykoth's attention; a man leaning against a large tree. But, if it weren't for one feature of his man, Alykoth wouldn't given him another thought. This one had wings. Big, white feathered wings. *Sh!t...that can't be Isondell...Can it?
((OOC: Hey, Shuno, don't start the fight in your next post; I got somethin' planned. ;D))
((OOC: Wow! Talk about a prolonged fight! Well, here we go!!))
The Eckolon stood stock still while he observed the sitting man. Alykoth was nobody's fool, and he knew the man he watched could feel the energy level of his observer; it was huge.
Alykoth took a few steps toward the figure. He was now within a distance of about ten feet. He hoped his guy was not aggressive, or stronger than him.[glow=black,4,400]You, there.[/glow] The alien said in a gruff, dark voice. [glow=black,4,400]Who are--[/glow] That's when Alykoth remembered seeing this angelic winged man at the War. Suddenly, Alykoth's whole demenor changed. [glow=black,4,400]You were at the War, weren't you? Well, prehaps I can offer you a decent fight. I've got a craving for one myself.[/glow]
A light breeze swept across the water; nice and cool.
After some time with no answer from the winged man, Alykoth decided it must not be his brother. *No, if it was Isondell, he would've answered by now...this is just some other winged fighter.*
Without any parting words, the Eckolon turned away, shook his head in disapointment, and walked off.
*Well, he'll turn up soon, he's been gone far too long.*
Alykoth walked along a high ridge, looking down at the world below occasionally. He was quite a ways up; a good few hundred feet. This mountain, although it did not resemble the other at all, it still reminded him of it. That huge, white spire that poked at the heavens. Now that, he thought, that was a mountain. There was something about it, too. Possibly because he and his brother had been there so many times. But, who knew. Not Alyokth.
It was quite some time before he tired of walked, and found a large, oddly placed tree. It was growing off of the side of the cliff, but curved up and over so that the branches reached out over the flat mountain top. Alykoth sat his large self down and leaned against the trunk of the curvy tree, and thought.
He thought about his race. Why had so many Eckolonian lives been claimed during the War of the Ages? If they were as grand as they were made out to be by Khasron, they should have achieved a near instant victory. Maybe, he pondered, maybe there was a catastrophy so great....No. Alykoth instantly dismissed that thought from his mind. He had no time for such stupid condemplations.
Not having much else to do, he closed his heavy lids and began to rest, and recuperate his energy.