#Kuro Solaire (Baby)

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Cold Adversity

An expedition pair duo marched throughout a thickset forest, cutting through dense ivory vine's of verdant, one of the explorer's advanced before their partner. In that slivered-moment, a prowled predatory glare camouflaged amongst its terrain, a slithering flap of fork-tongue salivating, stalking gradually. The abandoned charter fell tripping, a stump root hidden in those lowly articles of vegetation cut-against was repaid by the disrespected nature. A struggling attempt to unbind commenced; before he-knew-it, his scream showered throughout jungle, echoing. A coiled-predator, starved Python of the native-lands, lashed. Elastic impressive mandible jaw, wallowing around the foot, devouring up towards the whole leg, cohesive poison's working to breakdown its prey for delicacy. Helplessness set in for the deplorable explorer who thought it owned anywhere it stepped. His arm's extending out to try retrieving the machete but fell distances away. Pleaded, frantically crying, it made him only easier to swallow - by designee, whole. Inevitable crept-in, no hope to be sought... Then suddenly an arm-extended out for fellow-man, pulling against the Man-Eater, a viscous tug-war ensued, his partner involuntary acted; even before emotion's formed, adhering to sheer intuition senses beyond the fifth. Climatic showdown results were destined for a scene identical, between two Death-Dealers. Killer Queen overseeing an ill-fated woman, given a clock saw again the certainty everything was dealt expiration. "I'm afraid the poison's reached her throat, it's plausible your employer Sun Shadow, may have a treatment. But you'll never make it." The effected-assassin with an unlikely flower on his garb surely must remember darkness. If untrained, wasn't disciplined to point the nerves in his face still worked, perhaps he'd frown, express sorrow, panic. Again a faint-taunt came from the Lethal-Adder with slight emotion, showing only when a Black Miracle was at their demise. Suddenly a stern-leather mandible claw, pushed at the skull still controlling the Venomous Shadow's life until he decided-otherwise, there was still life. Towards his own-displayed treacherous weapon that caused this. Hoku wasn't convinced there wasn't a salve. Steel-exposure saw him put his prey's forehead against the venom's own blade, slicing open a wound. Hydo believed the Miqo'te was attempting to torture him for information. Letting out creek evil laughter. Attempting to hide a deceitful grimace. He knew an answer. Shockingly, Hoku self-sacrificed himself on pure unexplained notion cutting himself purposefully too. "..F-fool!" Managed to bellow from the Adder. "Let's see if the poison takes root. Or you decide who hangs at your whim. I wonder, would you wield a dangerous blade despite knowing if turned against you, it'd be fatal?" Observing keenly their hand's where the poison took supposed root. Greenish-complexion would happen if-so. Stricken identical times. Fear registered in the nefarious-poisonous snake; he felt heartbeat again, seen-through his darkness-domain. That frightening-steel composure, emotions-fear, panic, all that should've set in! As most, but not this star-eyed killer. "Looks like you lose Inevitable." Both their-hands revealed truth. Hoku's poison came to pass, but Hydo's didn't. Coldly followed, withdrawing his sheathed-steel followed from his advisory as if he pulled a chosen-blade from rock, artistically brutally Geyser of red rocketed over his afflicted wound, the venomous one, blood was anti-venom. Taking the discover treatment to client's wound for mending. Shaman's symptom's dissolved, weakly her obscured vision and conscious came for a breathe, seeing multiple images of him and the flower still untainted, six-bells remaining before contract fulfilled. "Such a dark-shrouded man, coveting a world of night. Y-yet bright golden-stars for eyes. Akin to these skies, beautiful..." She befell to rest and smile. These two were gradually encountering harmony, in another.

[Prev:Chapter]: Manhunt ~ ♪"Unforgivable"♪

[kyrie-silverwings]

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

Kyrie trains on a regular basis. It’s one of the few ways she relaxes, so she makes sure to do it at least once every other day. Pre-work out, she’ll be pent up and itching to get away from whatever she’s working on to head somewhere quiet. She’ll start with stretches and eventually work her way to slow moving variants of her techniques, honing the movements.

Post-workout is spent sharpening her weapons and stretching out any soreness from the practice. Occasionally, she will work herself to the point of exhaustion simply because she likes the feeling of over-exertion. Porting back to her apartment, Kyrie will barely make it past the door before passing out on the carpet.

[captainkurosolaire]

Your Devoted Page

Dear, Casta

Should upon when this reaches you, my beloved hearty. It's within my deepest crestfallen, I've failed t' keep your original journal held intact. Found out th' traitor upon our vessel was no other than, Sol. I should've foresaw his dark-nimbus; now I'm left missing another brother and a broken-family, scattered across th' realm. As you're aware perhaps, choosing to document our Crew's journey alongside, mine. I recall when you said I was your protagonist and explained to me their unique-powers in stories. ...Remember? Me running out the next 'morrow, and getting n' a dastardly tavern brawl t' my near-death, thinking plot-armor made me invincible? Earning Judas's ire for both ov' us, yet we laughed in joy, sharing a memory-made. ...See, I know you think, you b' just ordinary, times may feel you're an outcast upon these voyages, especially amongst th' company ov' this Wild Crew I strung along. Though again... strength you usher, you mend n' stitch others, you've Captaineered these sentiments. If weren't fer you, I'd surely b' wrecking havoc monstrously, cruel to its favor. Hardest thing fer me, was leaving th' Land behind, those who've I grown knowing upon my time, stranded, forming around them. Unlike n' this expansive-tumbling tides ov' sea life... It's different. We're molded by nature required by daily survival, we become grizzly, beastly, our teeth, claws, reinforced. 'Till tyme for our placed feet to own anywhere, we conquer taking our lessons ov' seas, skies, desert, and utilize devouring moments. Claiming what's denied. Ov' Bold n' Free, we are. However in yer company, stead, I've a rare opportunity t' take those lovers of land, with me. You're a messaged-bottle; a reminder, keeping th' rabidness from taking-hold. My humanity cannot b' extinguished with you. I've saw to restoring th' journal to forged identical perfection with extra-upgrades fer th' problems, this page is dedicated as yours, alone. You-mean th' heart to me. Additionally I've noticed there's many stories, untold... So I've seized liberty to give you my Stories of Origination, following Passages of One. We've lots of similarities you may-find in revelations... My failures, sins, bringing... May this Dawn have confession, may we find closure in unity, we'll breathe together our flaws, leaving only our marvels! Against these anchored weights only recently, you Crew of Gold, have begun helping relieve and restore t' myself of what I may become... When reunited next, I'll have spoil knowledge, setting out learning who my Mother was n' pursuit and hope searching for my discovery along the missing final answers. Then becoming Th' Captain who shall sail th' Fates themselves and ferry destination ov' all your worldly dreams. Formerly t' my treasured, Yours fondly, - Captain Kuro Solaire

[Prev:Chapter]: Ill-Fated, Sadness - ♪"Past-Lives"♪

[captainkurosolaire]

"Look daddy!! I caught something as pretty as mommy!"

~ The Solaire Family ~

[captainkurosolaire]

𝕯&𝕯 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 :: Captain Kuro Solaire

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair,  hot  temper,  old  jeans, heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos, backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   homemade  bread, white lies, easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek, pep  talks,  no impulse control,  sunsets,   vintage  fashion,  long  showers,  selfies, following  dreams, rosy  cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila,  loves easily, animated storyteller,  full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   »   list  of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue, band-aids  and  neosporin, shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,   necklaces,  trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts, formal  clothing,   astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational  quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳  »  bird  watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards, lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies, thrift  shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk, pig  latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers,  braided  hair,  naming  potted  plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goosebumps, leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks,  no  sleep,  taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat boots,  stories  behind  scars,  table  for  one,  official  soundtracks,  sore  calves, trusts  themselves  the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »   always  trying  to  be  better, wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga, sleeping  in  hammocks, nostalgia,  minimalist  design,  a breath  of  fresh  air, baby  animals,   volunteering,  perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy   snacks,  noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school  uniforms, thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the  windows open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking,   compasses, i fight for my friends,  sculpture  gardens, cold   morning  air,  big  soul, likes  routine, secret  romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers,  practical  presents,  misty  weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal  tea, smell of rain,   blinking  away  tears, camping  trips, collecting  bones,  swiss  army knives,  first  impressions,  anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins,  burnt   marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,  messenger  bags, holding  grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm,  candid  photos, lost  phone chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes,  self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines,  sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses,  eats  nothing  or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   »   infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine,  lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations, sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies,  poetry  books,  blowing kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack   covered  in  pins,  envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl   grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids, key  smashing, need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes,  experimental  art,  flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles  of  textbooks,  cat  in  lap,  keeping  a  diary, indecision, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café,  lingering  touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions, taking on too much responsibility,  collections , chalk  dust,  comfy  robes,   unnecessary  apologies,  coming  home  after  a  long  day Tagged by these epic lovelies: @under-the-blood-moonlight @eligos-venator @mai-takeda​ Tagging below the cut the dearest of hearties / anyone & everyone: (Can skip if done or steal (Embrace your pirate) if I forgot to tag, uncertain who’s all done this can tag me if’d like though ^^.)

@aylamoenwyb @smolcatte @silvernsteel @jax332 @fair-fae @viola-aquila @roxinova @lareine-kira @madnessofthefirmament @zhauric @east-to-the-sea @thefreelanceangel @ainarosewood @roxinova @corpse-dancer @valde-draesia @yuki-yukichan @thorcatte @lizzy-frizzle @ennochian @lukawarrioroflight @the-shoosh @novaeagle @halcyonic-aether @astralyehga @neekaxiv @bombshell-gunners @naivah-ffxiv @eorzean-pirate @ladyofdusk @lettersnorth @yzareenxiv @tessariel-aerlinn @marjiandco @cadrenebula @reiyah-ffxiv @fracturedfantasia​ @aetheradventures​

[captainkurosolaire]

7. What is your character’s opinion on beast tribes?

Captain Kuro Solaire : “Interestin’ I don’t see em to much in difference they breed, shite, eat, repeat. Got somethin’ they believe in which isn’t to far off from others got people getting kickers for Twelve random blokes with baby-markings. Then ye got them with their respected Primals often loony, however. ~ At-least seems like they get an answer from them and clarity of their existence and don’t concern themselves stuck under a chapel spreading the o’ word.They got strange customs but again there’s not much separating them from a ruffian in the city to them in a herd. I’d like to open trade with em and talk business but I gotta lot of reading and I don’t do too well unless it can get my lower head to motivate tend to lead to the maiden log’s for interest, should probably get them to invest in motivating me to learn their language more intently in appeal.” (Appreciate you anon, thanks for the ask!)

[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt #11 : Checkmate

Black Sun vs White Moon

         The Eclipse                      

(Flashback) The night before the storm begun his mind thought wandering looking up at the clouds. While he laid prone on his backside allowing the Sun to warm his flesh. He tried using his linkpearl to ring up Ayla trying to establish a connection. “Mo--..--<Static>” Would reverberate back he started checking everything, including his pockets to see if there was something jamming that wasn’t noticed or placed on him. He tried another linkpearl and continued, getting the same results. But something was intercepting every time. Hearing the same thing in return when others tried responding. Checking instead on A’yi but finding her still not home he decided to take a airship to The Dravanian Hinterlands and go mourn with her assuming she wasn’t taking it well. Getting to the sight there was a gravestone and a already buried A’gomine. He sighed kneeling down and instead of doing his usual traditional bad boy persona paid the respect. Lifting up his head and opening a hue the constellation of Cygnus was twinkling and vibrant flashing back a memory of her. Something felt ominously off. Baby Bat constantly hid inside his hat against the Sun only peaking out during the hour of Nocturnal. Then showed his usual signs of snickering away at the Captain though with his presence came, hers. Meeting inside the Cave was Pogo. One of the Oracles, that led A’yi to her dying Shaman before leaving that had a connection with her. -Poro- “Captain, you’re here seeking A’yi? I am glad you’ve come, much to tell, come inside for a moment.”

He hops into the cave. Giving a box addressed to him from A’gomine. Opening it a White/Golden Ship encrusted with Diamonds, Black Onyx and Rubies and the waves were made of the finest sapphires in a form of a replica with all of his own ship down to the flag. With it a note. -A’gomine- “Please take care of my A’yi, She loves you very much. I have bestowed her much power see too it she is seeking growth and the abilities to use it. Captain Solaire, I am sorry unfortunately the fates did not allow us to meet, there is a secret panel in the bottom of the boat with three small vials they are labeled should they come in handy for your journey. - All my love, A’gomine.” -Poro- “A’yi was drugged and taken from here, I should haven’t let her alone. Male Keeper from smell, with magical prowess who is very exceptionally skilled. He opened a portal and whisked her away to another dimension from my knowledge. My visions granted me that sight, she isn’t hurt currently and allowing her no freedom. The darkness she was put in is eating away at her own will. She has offered options to select her for death instead. Though he hasn’t budged with a single one, only adamant to destroy you. I haven’t a faint way to locate her maybe another here of my kind can assist you. The ward protecting you and Ayla was found and destroyed on your ship. Keep your strength, Captain.” He offered to hand him some food and drink along with A’yi’s room to stay and rest from the trip. -Kuro- “Thanks Froglet but I am off, No time to waste. If A’yi is set free, or you sense her get her to safety.” He’d bottle his emotion knowing that It was -him-   His runic tattoo on his forearm staying asleep in the process still jet-black. Kuro would then do what Poro suggested and spoke with one of the elder oracles called Popo.

-Popo-“You follow, I lead you to what you seek.”

Was said in confrontation and he didn’t have a reason not to believe one of them yet.

Arriving at a cavern in the heart of The Dravanian Hinterlands in the section of the Ruling Quarter. He’d look around with a spyglass as they entered further in the darkness began steering away from the light.  (The Dravanian Hinterlands ( 15.9  , 38.0 ) Z: 0.9)

The water was about ankle volume in height.

-Kuro-“You brought me to an empty cavern? This doesn’t sound like an ambush at all.” Said with sarcasm.

He’d start scanning around looking at the enticing aetherial crystals that were shoved like gems into the earthly surface stalactites of these same turquoise crystals hung above a big opening was left that peered outside. The outer area covered with glowing mushrooms alongside the pool.

Popo halted and turned.

Applause rang through out the cave in echos with hands clapping together delicately.

-Mysterious- “Excellent work Popo. You led exactly what you’ve preached fate. Now you can whither in peace.” (Battle starts gets more graphic)

Suddenly Popo combusted from the inside after full becoming a cryogenically frozen. The blood splattered all across Kuro’s attire.

Stepping out of the shadows was white.

-Kuro- “YOU, bastard… Using pawns and disposing of them, where the hell is A’yi?”

-Shiro- “Oh she’s in company of sorts more like misery, I could always answer your question with another… Why do you choose to still live rat? It’s because of your survival you mucked up everything, I thought Ul’dah was starting to do better with cleaning up filth but suppose that was to hard to believe.”

-Kuro- “I’ve lived because you’re what everyone claims you to be a failure. Your little extermination of all the Goldbrand and what was it? <Quote> “Thus ends the Goldbrand.” Seems you really fucked up with that one. Now we could spend hours quoting why the other one is going kill the other yadda, yadda, frankly. I’d rather cut to the action this is a parley to finally end things.”

-Shiro- “Fool, you’ve truly not changed. Remember what I did last time to your crew? I could’ve done that exactly 1054 in alternative plays currently, Only ten of those were narrowed down to let your crewmates not be buried in the depths of the ocean and vanquished, slaughtering everything you possess gets dull the second time around.

You’re supposed to be a Captain but not a single one of them can grasp team-work. Half of them can’t protect themselves, you know why? Because of your idea. Letting them be free like they aren’t pawns? Giving them options to fully develop and grow on their own terms in independence how absurd. Without telling them how to rule their lives or cutting down their weaknesses you allowed it to grow in your ranks. It’s because your own weakness rubs off on them.”

-Shiro- “You wanted to know where A’yi is?”

Shiro would pull out half of the clothed material of a dress and let it fall below Kuro’s feet. Letting him think she was slain.

Cold starring straightly in a deathly grin appeared ear to ear signaling the challenge

Kuro’s one eye up widely and his fist clenched to the point his nails dug into his palm flesh and blood droplets letting them ripple and bounce in the small pool. His forearm runic flashed brightly once showing signs of something steering from all the built up fury being suppressed. Kuro then drew his swords out of each scabbard and said not another word.

-Shiro- “Come show me, Is the Goldbrand really destined to survive or does it die like it was meant to? Channel that anger and use it show me what kept you alive. With your death, everyone will be better off I assure you.”

Shiro pulled out a scepter simply and took position his powerful icy blue eyes stared into Kuro’s one. Aetherial energy started forming faintly and started guiding towards Shiro ever enticingly. With his other hand he pulled out a rapier holstered.

The battle clashed begun as Kuro disappeared before Shiro and came down with an aerial strike after using a Ghost Step(Shukuchi) He’d be blocked by spikes of ice that formed from the pooled water that was frozen almost instantly breaking them instead. The ice then converted into a hand and reached out to grab Kuro attempting to freeze him solid Kuro quickly stepped outside of his boot. He then flipped and landed back into the soils of the cave. Kuro turned his back against Shiro in one fluid motion and pulled off his last leather boot off included and pulled something inside that -Clicked- Then threw his boot towards Shiro.

Shiro amused laughed at the desperation underestimating before an explosion from his boot combusted forth in point blank proximity. Kuro had a grenade prior to learning the fight was taking place.

-Shiro- “You mongrel just, WITHER AWAY!”

Some of the fabric sleeves of Shiro had been damaged of his pure white suit but he put up a fully fledged ice barrier in a solitary second.

Kuro remembering the words given to him by Ayla to not allow his brashness to override his brain, smarter, calculating, thoughtful and hold every card. He didn’t hold up on the advantage and threw down a smoke grenade right in front of him pulling the pin and fading inside it.

Shiro not laughing anymore realizing now that Kuro has actually grown and is a challenge took a duffel bag that was strapped around his waist and stuck the scepter in between his teeth. He poured out hundreds of bones and let them all scatter everywhere around becoming a yard. Then starting to speak a fast chant and holding three fingers forward, biting his own lip with his Keeper fangs to the point he bled then begun channeling a strange and potent dark aetherial source of energy that struck down in the skulls laid all around three skeletons started assembling from the necromancy art.

Speaking with a different dialect. <Kill him>

Shiro pointed the Skeletons that constantly cackled their jaws and teeth together and saw right through the smoke of Kuro who was seen. Shiro conjured three different ice shaped weapons for each resurrected crewmate one a spear, sword, axe. The swordsman skeleton struck at the known position of ‘Kuro’ In the midst of the slice through the wind the fog of smoke cleared and Kuro had successfully been cut in half.

Shiro saw Kuro’s aetherial energy dip down. Right before the skeleton could bask crackle in glory his skull was stepped in by another Kuro who jumped over the one cut in half and then turned into a puddle of water since it was a clone. With the leverage given by the skeleton he charged straight towards Shiro and had no way to block it this time one. The Skeleton Crew Mate with the Spear through his weapon and pierced Kuro in the gut again. Only for another clone to dissolve. Shiro starting to get frustrated looked around not having any luck before a falling Kuro came in from above in a swan another at the same time from behind.

Shiro quickly froze one of the clone puddles of water and created a ice controlling wall to close the one from behind in a curved wall formation . This allowed Shiro’s last Skeleton to attend with it. While focusing the one coming in with velocity from the swan dive removed the bottom hilt and brought out the chains and threw his sword before it left his hand fully grabbing the end of the chain and with it cut the scepter carried by Shiro which was brought back to his hand after summoning the skeletons. With the broke half of the scepter Shiro just simply forced ice to form and turn it into a custom weapon made of ice and impaled Kuro in the shoulder having him land right on the created weapon deeply.

Kuro was trapped and on his knees from the sudden impact scraping them against the soils of the ground. His trademarked hat flew off on it’s own in the form of baby bat eventually the bat freed itself flying to the ceiling of the roof and watching in distance.

Meanwhile the Skeleton with the clone dealt with a clone of Kuro who had an extra grenade and removed the pin of it with his tongue after being sliced disintegrating that Skeleton into bone dust and damaging the Ice curved wall.  

<Narrator> While Shiro threw the duffel bags of skeletons bones and casted a Necromancy resurrection spell. Kuro had begun casting his jitsu <Ten-Jin-Chi-Sen-Bon> inside the layered smoke left behind his grenade. And created four clones that all lined up so they would come off as one image. He knew Ayla was expert at seeing aetherial energy he didn’t doubt Shiro could do it and which is why he needed to create a method to ensure a blow could land. The first one slain was a diversion while the second one also was. The other two spent time in the beginning helping the original Kuro climb to the top on the stalactites with his nimble Miqo’te capabilities. While the fourth one after finished being a footstep used a Ghost Step to get behind.

-Shiro- “Least you’re finally indulging my time.”

Shiro’s ice shattered before he could destroy it himself with Kuro striking it with his sword. Removing the shard of ice that was stuck in his shoulder and spewing blood risking the chance of blood loss. Kuro threw one sword straight towards Shiro and it was simply parried and kicked to the side from insane reactions it seemed like with just his rapier. The other katana being exchanged for Kuro’s good conditioned arm and shoulder with the chain still released he staggered to his feet but manage to stand openly.

His other side wasn’t too healthy but his other arm managed to make it to his eye-patch and ripped it off releasing a bundle of concentrated and stored aetherial energy with golden glimmers.

Shiro’s eyes looked away for a second from the exposure and stunned.

-Shiro- “Detestable, but yet you’ve developed far beyond my estimations.”

With Kuro simply chuckling manically followed by the slightest of a confident smirk felt a surge of his energy back. He saw clearly and was active in <Truesight> watching all the aetherial and disturbances. He tapped into <Echo> and dodged a flooding off harmful aetherial that had been forming. Which had been slowing down all the actions and flow of Kuro’s movements in the atmosphere it was dwindling towards stopping time.

Luckily from the Skeletons and knowing that Shiro could manipulate time only cause of A’yi's previous foresight Kuro had an extra chance.

Shiro had miraculously not even broken a sweat or hardly even left from his position since starting his impeccable defenses were fearful. One handed strikes were traded back and forth with Kuro’s one Katana(Death) competing against the Rapier(Mol’usa) of Shiro’s. Constantly deflecting and evenly matching one another but it seemed Kuro had the edge and actually made Shiro take a step back. They each took a different stance between while Kuro had used mixtures of kicks and dirty style fighting along with throwing needles from behind him. Shiro had place one hand behind his back and took on the stance of Noble fighting and began perfecting his parry rate he couldn’t actively slow down Kuro but was able to do the projections instead. Kuro would continue to show his unrelenting barrage of a real pirate by lobbing spit directly at Shiro face which had caught him directly in the cross hair and felt the need to mess up his stance during that Kuro took the opportunity to disarm Shiro’s Rapier and having it fly across the room finally it had seemed Kuro had the leverage as soon as the Rapier left the arm another fluid slash of the wind came towards Shiro’s face but Kuro’s blade broke in pieces.

-Kuro- “No way…”

Shiro simply smirked with sinister intent an entire barrier almost like sphere surrounded him of -Diamond Ice- Now Kuro was holding a half broken blade and was close in range Kuro had backed up as quickly as he could but during their engaging battle Shiro had begun taking the pools left by Kuro’s clones scattered all over and started making them connect all together in a gate behind. Cornering Kuro.

-Shiro- “CHECKMATE!”

He’d destroy the diamond ice barrier and send forth a perfect sweep of hundred, no, thousands of ice shards that all cut into the flesh of Kuro he blocked his face by using his arms to cover it up. Standing up with only adrenaline and willpower.

Shiro was left puzzled by the endurance displayed.

-Shiro- “You will die with your dignity intact. You may have one last word, this time, it’s in my nobility to offer you that.”

Kuro in the distance mumbled something under his breath…

-Shiro- “Speak up!” He begun to form one last miniature ball of diamond ice to pierce a hole straight through the entire torso including the heart of Kuro he would be hollowed if it connected.

-Kuro- “Ma” … “Maa” “MAAHES!”

Shiro knew what that name meant he threw the projectile anyway thinking there was no time to react.

Kuro’s forceful situation bursted and brimmed his growth and aetherial pressure sky rocketed to new levels to the point it was boiling temperatures, his fangs extending and growling viciously having the stalactites starting to fall inside them. Baby Bat fled to go fetch and warn Ayla. Kuro’s forearm was engulfed and at the level of -Orange- Instantly. His hair grown out slightly up to his shoulders length and wildly messy.

He extended his hand and sharp claws included and caught the miniature ball of diamond ice like a professional catcher and insanely fast threw it back during that one throw he ran behind in speed not even Shiro was accounting for his Diamond Ice Barrier managed to absorb the orb but was cracked.

Maahes began burning clenching his fist and infused with his own aetherial anger striking in well traded blows of incarnate and unkempt rage furiously he was breaking his own knuckles and cracking them but was getting through the diamond ice with his infusion and mixture the more pain his aetherial pressure increased. His forearm reached -Red Orange- levels to the point all those who were bonded with him were sent a distress call the now flashing and glowing runic tattoo started covering his arm above the elbow.

He broke through Shiro’s almost invulnerable defenses and grasped his throat in one fluid motion and slammed down Shiro to the ground and started sliding his back against the soiled ground leaving a trail of his corpse being dragged and Shiro’s back being scraped peeling off the flesh, Maahes keeping his knees bent in the process and using his almost otherworldly strength to start cracking Shiro’s neck threatening to break the bones and slamming him against the caves, again and again, again…

More rubble begun to drop from the top of the caves and land into the pool splashing against everywhere. Maahes let constant roars out and began striking the ribs breaking a few of them with his hot fist. Then grabbing Shiro’s arm painfully and throwing him far having him slide across the pools filled of now obstacles barely clinging on.

The psyche of Maahes was visited with Kuro who was on the side.

-Maahes- “KILL.. I’LL DEVOUR HIM, HURT AYLA, MAKE PHELI DARK, HURT VESSEL, MURDER STAR GLITTER!?!”

Kuro would step behind the enraged Maahes who had been waken up and placed a firm hand on his supportive shoulder blade.

-Kuro- “Let me end this. It’s my responsibility he slaughtered my original crewmates, threaten to do the same again, Underestimating my crew and me as a Captain, Kept A’yi from me, along with everyone because I couldn’t be certain who he intoxicated with his darkness, distanced me from Ayla, preventing me from having my eternal ceremony. THIS ONE TIME I COMMAND YOU MAAHES!”

Kuro had forced himself to overpower Maahes for the first time ever the seal started retracting and Maahes in the psyche went to his chains and started being pulled back and laying down for his rest letting for once.

Meanwhile Moli’s heart-shaped pendant cracked.

Kuro gaining back control he felt the impact of the blood loss and all the injuries rushed and he collapsed before even taking another step.

Shiro had struggled but managed to endure the brutal assault one hand was entirely broken including the bones. His tail twitching entirely soaked from the water and starting to make it to his knee with his body feeling so intensely he only thought of one person.

-Shiro- “Moli..”

Shiro with his telepathy linked from Sha he tried giving a warning message to tell him the location so he could finish what was required.

Kuro’s hands were torn to the brim knuckles all broken his shoulder was bleeding worse. His feet included his own aetherial pressure from accessing Maahes had burned the flesh off his arms his fingernails were all bleeding some broken.

Shiro managed to stand and started waddling weakly towards Kuro’s prone body and started conjuring the last muster of his aether energy he managed to survive Maahes only by slowing down his movements and guiding basic ice to cushion him but it wasn’t enough. He coughed up blood and started turning the pool crimson waterworks.

Kuro fought to stand up too even though he looked terrible.

-Kuro- “One last blow decides this.” He forced one hand to roll up into a curled fist and started concentrating his focus into it to allow it enough energy to move freely.

They stepped in working and grunting and both trading growls and howls. Their thoughts wandering. Shiro had constantly thought about A’yi’s words it was distracting him about they might be able to manage to work together and defeat the Sea Lurkers.

Shiro with a diamond covered sword compared to Kuro’s one fist seemed like enough to beat the odds. He started gathering in the old ice around to try to recover and cover up wounds mainly on his back. Both shirtless practically and tattered bodies, battered clothes breathing and exhaling weakly.

Confronting one another the final discussion happened almost in range.

-Shiro- “You’ve got to be killed! I can’t afford to lose, Moli, Sha. I’ll set us free from slavery from the Sea Lurkers... Just who the hell do you think you are?”

-Kuro- “Allow myself to introduce you thoroughly, The name is Captain Kuro Solaire! residential ass-kicker at your service. I don’t give a damn about your reasons, I’m taking you down.”

-Shiro- “Killing me you’ll just end up becoming what you’ve spent your life trying to destroy. Maybe I should let Maahes have a bargaining deal by releasing him out of that seal just would take a touch of the aether…”

-Kuro-”Acting like I haven’t struggled with what’s inside me fighting for ownership? The only reasoning I am standing is because of the crew to this day. I don’t care how strong, cunning, or danger I fall into. I’ll STAND for them. Was only when I lost everything… When I gained it all. You my matie are about to learn what it means to be a real pirate.”

-Shiro- “So naive…”

Deep down Shiro was learning the true aptitude behind Kuro it wasn’t anything basic. Even though his powerful gaze could see aetherial fluxes.

He couldn’t have possibly predicted the full essence and the treasure buried inside the soul.

They each sized up one another and Shiro had the advantage slicing against the wind but doing it forcefully with his diminished supply of energy and wounds slowed down the pace he applied the pressure on Kuro’s end.

Kuro stepped in and with <Echo> saw seconds ahead and saw how he was ready to end things and was planning on stopping time with his buried emotions the fate of his life depended on it.

Only moving forward he looked with determination and each step of the torn up soles of his feet with blisters moved. He stared right into the range of the blade and while Shiro looked back.

He saw a man with no fear. The full result of training for years on end of being tortured and healed and repeated of walking into things in order to win. His presence was as if a skeleton with a scythe was prepared to behead Kuro and held it against his neck the same edge of that blade against the scar that Shiro had placed upon him all those years ago…

Shiro in this thought swiped and missed. Kuro had saw the angle of it where it landed and in that mix kicked the ankle of Shiro which had him tilt an opposite way allowing another blow to slice through the air but miss its target. Now out of Echo’s Kuro took the opportunity pull his feet upward and got a picture perfect shot to Shiro in a low blow, dirty and a foul play but a testament to the pirate code.

Kuro: This is for A’yi and my Moon Ayla along with anyone else who wanted to do this!”

When the blow landed.

-Kuro- “This is for my crew!”

Kneeing Shiro in the face and forcing the ice melded aetherial blade to shatter from loss of concentration.

-Kuro- “This last one…. Well... Is, just because, YOU PISSED ME OFF!”

With all the rest of the built adrenaline Kuro released a quick fired punch to the side of Shiro’s cheek and alongside his jaw breaking it and making it slam directly hard right into the smack of the ground thunderously with a full force of pow. Instantly knocking him out and rolling his eyes above Shiro’s head.

-Shiro’s Thought- “You were right foolish, A’yi…”  

-Shiro’s Whispered Breath-“ I’m Sorr-eey, M-o-li...”

Another crack in the diamond heart that was forged with life energy for Moli formed.

Before Kuro collapsed he looked over Shiro’s prone and defeated body and raised his middle finger in the air with class before landing on his back with his own powerful thud barely hanging on with his wounds, debatable even worse than those given to Shiro.

The battle had concluded. (Since was a free writing day, I felt like shizz and need to recharge. I decided to just roll back something old, so excuse me for that. But still relates and pushes forward towards current drive even if this was 2 Sagas / 2 Years ago. Also didn’t copy the images over >< I might fix that later if possible)

[captainkurosolaire]

Character Profile - Kuro Solaire

Basics

FULL NAME: Kuro Solaire COMMON NAME: Captain NICKNAME(S)/ALIAS(ES): Black Sun,

AGE: 35 BIRTHDAY: 6th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon APPEARS HOW OLD: 29

RACE: Seeker of Sun NATIONALITY: Ul’dah

GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Straight RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married/Poly/Open

Physical

HAIR: Jet Black EYES: Golden

SKIN: Sun-kissed heavily tanned from being often out in the Sun. HEIGHT:  6 fulms BUILD: Lean and toned a muscular stature represented of a fighter.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Several old scars, from dragon swipes across his ribs, an old rapier wounds hidden under his collar, scar above his right eye. A deep scar over his upper pec from a dragoon, to a scar that can be felt on his head, Tattoo’s, he has a south sea tat on his upper arm, The Goldbrand Crest of a Skull with one Brightly Red pigmented eye, with two katana’s in the background of it placed on his upper back near his right shoulder. A compass tattoo on his right hand that matches his family heirloom. Rather hidden tattoo of a detailed black rose the personification and meaning of death with his inner passion towards flowers. Most promptly he has a runic tattoo on his forearm of strange etched summoner lettings seemingly acting as a seal and mainly stays black but also is a form of indicator for something more... barbaric and primal seeping under the surface. COMMON ACCESSORIES / APPAREL: Leather satchel and attire often and minor jewelry, besides wedding ring and sometimes Goldbrand Insignia Ring, presented with almost always a studded leather collar. Talisman containing all his link-pearls which are several and having entire sacks of them from all forms of individuals met in travels. He often sports a black studded large pirate tricorne that symbolizes his Captain status on his crew it’s essentially become his trademark to often wear. He also wears an eye-patch almost always on his left eye. Always typically shirtless!

Personal

PROFESSION: Sea Captain of the Goldbrand, Smuggler, Sailor, Treasure Hunter HOBBIES: Training, Adventuring, Residential Ass-Kicker, Navigator, Erotic Reader, Charmer, Man-whore, Lover TRAINING: Truesight, Many Weapon Skills, Explosives, Drunken Fighting Style, Fearless Skull Style, Noble Fighting Style, Day Robber, Cloning Jitsu, Brawling, Shukuchi(Ghost Step), (Slumbering Amdapori Magick inaccessible without necessary strict requirements met.)

ALLEGIANCE(S): Goldbrand, Various Alliances and Allies RANK(S): Man of the Five Seas AFFILIATION(S): Any

LANGUAGE(S): Eorzean, Pirate, Hingan SOCIAL STATUS: Well-Known, Infamous FINANCIAL STATUS: Wealthy, prefers to live poor in preference for upbringing and to maintain an image, Often spends collective funds on donations to all orphanages in Hydaelyn and creating a program to link all races universally to be accepted via any city-state. CRIMINAL STATUS: Heavy crime record, most likely wanted in all City-States. Lots of reports of indecency and grand theft. EDUCATIONAL STATUS: Mildly Educated in certain subjects, passionate of learning all races and equally trying to incorporate and learn languages to start trades and business transactions on a world scale.

TITLE(S): Pirate, Womanizer, Bastard, Residential Ass-Kicker, Man of the Five Seas, Captain, Black Lion, Dark Sun, Pulse, Shrouded Nightmare ‘Maahes’, Charmer.

RESIDENCE: Collectively travels all over and owns property nearly in all City-States or a place with a Port for convenience BIRTHPLACE: Ul’dah

RELIGION: Himself PATRON DEITY: All Women SPIRITUAL BELIEFS: Freedom

Relationships

SPOUSE(S): Ayla Moenwyb PARTNER(S): Ayla Moenwyb CHILDREN: Probably bastardized many with sending alimony depending on his mood, none he has stuck around or settled.

PARENTS: Hoku Solaire (Father), Rokeia Solaire (Mother) SIBLINGS: Father was a former Nunh before being Exiled so most likely various roaming as Half-Relatives. OTHER RELATIVES: Probably.

ENEMIES/RIVALS: To many mainly, Flaming Pegasus (Vice), Sea Lurkers, Shiro Elune, Treasure King

BEST FRIENDS: All crew from all generations

PETS: Pogee, Baby Bat, A special Bunny ;), Various Pets... Let’s just say tamer by nature and predator.

Attributes

STRENGTH: Above average especially for a Miqo’te often training rigorously from how many pirate wars of late and other battles in the mix. AGILITY: Exceptional, agile, swift, has a pristine balance due to his race. Flexible. WILLPOWER: Unrelenting due to his tremendous confidence, personality, and nearly zero fear even for the scythe of death scraping against his throat. INTELLECT: He’s more socially and culture educated but often flunks out on anything written or book based unless it’s over smut novelty. WISDOM: Kuro has vast experiences and stories so rather simple for him to recall and past down his lessons to others it’s required as a Leader to him. CHARISMA: Outgoing, brash, bold, loud, smooth-talker, cunning, silver-tongue, flirtatious.

COMBAT SKILL: Mainly relies on whatever weaponry he can get a hold of, has no way to access his latent magic without a series of processes and a joining of his inner-side in rare combination. Truesight for only line of defense. He uses various methods and adapts to his opponent and learns in the heat of battle. Often though is carried with a Doma style crafted Katana passed on from the Founder of Goldbrand, Captain Gark. Which also was his Mother’s unknowingly. He also carries dart-guns, revolvers, smoke grenades, net-guns. Anything small or hidden he can often use or trick others or disappear. Never leaves without a way to subdue with strands of folded rope and handcuffs in his satchel.

ARTISTIC SKILL: Drawing portraits of vulgar and nudity mainly memorizing a females body to all the ripest detail. TECHNICAL SKILL: Only to press detonators and buttons until something blows up. MAGICAL SKILL:  Basically none.

—— HABITS —— • Smirking Slyly • Tipping Hat • Standing Openly or Hands in pockets.

—— FEARS —— • None • Though has several uncomfortable dislikes.

Favorites

COLOR: Silver, Gold, and Jet Black SMELL: Flowers, Sex, Occasional Cigars, Saltwater, Outdoors Wilderness FOOD: Fish, Small Diet, Rice Cakes DRINK: Ale, Milk, Water, Rum ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE: All alcohol least preference on wine or fruity alcohol drinks but will take nonetheless, especially if free. The stronger is always better. @aylamoenwyb