Colors of the Wind, (Open. :D!)

The steady current of a wide, shallow river was suddenly alive with a sound like thunder, water rippling from the shaking ground. Whatever was shaking the ground suddenly exploded out of the trees, splashing into the water and continuing to run.

Azule, the rogue Murasame Liger, sprinted as fast as he could down the flowing river. He wasn't even running from anything, the Liger just had the urge to run, and Lumiere Island was the perfect place for him, much better then that depressing desert.

...how exactily Azule had *gotten* here is a mystery, and vaguely irrelevant. Vaguely.

The water splashed up from his thundering paws as he tore down the waterway at top speed, yet he wasn't fast enough to outrun the wind, like he was trying to. A strong gust blew past him, taking flowers, leaves, and the spray of water with it. The Zoid roared as it swirled up in the air and disipeared into the trees. Aah, he could never outrun the wind, no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing a sudden dropoff ahead, the blue, white, and gold Zoid skidded to a stop just short of the dropoff for the waterfall. He slowly pawed his way forward, peering over the edge to the lagoon below.

That's a long way down, he commented to himself. He was tempted to jump, just for fun, but it could be dangerous if the water wasn't very deep. The wind suddenly blew past him again, swirling down to the water below and continuing on it's way. The swirl of colors from what the wind had picked up was quite beautiful. This whole place was nice and peacefull, just like Azule liked it... for now anyways.

((...*pops in* POCAHONTAS! :O! *pops out* ))

((*laughs face off* Shhh! 8D It's not *my* fault that I"m a sucker for Disney music. :P))

There were a pile of clothes discarded upon the rich green grass, which wrinkled and billowed slightly to the soothing wind. Though folded neatly, the clothes were at the mercy of the gust, and wound up in random places. There was a black cloak amongst the others, which had the ill-fortune of winding up on a jagged rock and tearing a bit- but not enough to notice upon first inspection. Also, a pair of black leather pants began rolling closer to the river's bank, as did a black sleeveless top. It seemed the two garments were racing one another towards the raging water, their material grew heavy as the waterfall's splattered water dropped upon them. Both pieces wound up stopping side-by-side, right next to a soaked bra and thong. Doubletake. Bra. And thong. Wha..?

A head suddenly popped out from the constantly moving water, sending many small waves caressing towards the shore. As the head was shaken from side to side, locks of silk-like silver hair went flying in all sorts of random directions before falling on a bare back. Seijaku tilted her head back so that the warm sunshine would splash against her face, forcing her red menacing eyes to glimmer with beauty. Strangely (well, for her anyways), a wide and sweet smile was worn on her lips. She took in a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled it in a huff, then slowly lowered back into the water, submerging up to her neck.

It had been a long time since she was able to bathe in fresh water. Mainly because she was always doing something- creating chaos, destroying things, etc - or wound up being stuck inside her transporter. This place was remote, serene, and unoccupied besides herself as far as she knew- the perfect place to do a little swimming in the nude. The Ancient Zoidian didn't have to fight the current either- she had found a nice spot behind the waterfall where the water was almost entirely still. Plus, it was cast in cooling shadows from a cliff overhead.

"This..is nice.." Cooed the woman as she began floating on her back, bossom hidden beneath her long silver hair while her lower half was pretty much in darkness.

((...for some reason, that struck me as extremely hilarious.))

The Liger again leaned over the edge, peering down into the water below. Hm... it looked deep enough. And there was nothing there, besides that log. ...the, shiny silvery log.

He decided to jump anyways. Why not? He liked the water.

Azule turned, taking steps back down the river, and turning to face the waterfall again. Digging his claws in, he suddenly took off running, taking a bounding leap off of the waterfall, and putting his paws forward to divebomb into the water below.

The beastmech made a huge splash in the water, disipearing under the surface for a second before his pointed head broke the surface again. He doggy paddled over to the shore, pulling himself out and shaking like a dog.

That was fun! I should do it again...

The sound of something large falling from a great height in cartoons (I can't describe it otherwise) became loud and clear to the Ancient Zoidian's ears. But before she even heard it, she was able to feel the Zoid's life-force. Its rhythmic pulse, which became her way of identifying each mecha, was familiar. Her legs shot downward beneath the water, heaving her into a verticle floating stance in the same spot. Looking upwards, her red eyes followed the blurred image (due to the water rippling it) of the Murasame Liger as it dropped. Multiple sweat drops began sprouting on her head, their numbers growing the closer the mecha came to the river.

When it struck the water's surface and a geyser errupted towards the heavens, a large swell also formed that spread out in all directions. "Well, this isn't good." Seijaku was soon rising herself with the swell and being rocked back- but fortunately there was a rock wall behind her to stop a massive wave from forming. Unfortunately, though, the water rebounded from the wall and instead took her under the waterfall's raging..water, forcing her to go entirely under while still being dragged down the river's course. Swimming to the surface of the breaking swell, her head shot out and a deep breath was taken in, eyes then widened and pigment drained.

She was staring down from the top of a tidal wave at this point, which was a good thirty feet above the ground's level. Frantically, Seijaku kicked and stroked in the opposite direction, but the water's pull was too great. The girl screamed out as the wave began to drop, taking her along with it..

The blue and white Liger had his paw to one of his ears, his head tilted to one side as he forcefully knocked the water out of his ears. It was Seijaku's scream that brought his attention back to the water, and the Liger's eyes would have widened if they could had.

Oh dear,

He turned to face the wave, his golden eyes flaring suddenly as his body became engulfed in a torrent of flames. The Hayete Liger emerged from it, it's boosters already alight with power. Coiling it's legs, the Zoid lept into the wall of water, emerging on the other side a second later, his paws clutched carefully together and to his chest. It made for a strange landing, headfirst into a tree, but Azule was particularly carefull that whatever was in his claws didn't get rattled around too much.

Backing away from the tree that he had run into, he carefully opened his paws and stared at the girl he had stopped from getting splattered.

I'm so sorry! Are you alright, ma'am? the Liger growled, obviously not noticing anything.... strange. *cough*

((Fun...You get to my Blade Liger...with an Irish accent))

Hey master, that be a friend of yours? Jerao Kashimere sat in a tree, reading a book.

Next to him, on the ground was a black Blade Liger, newly evolved from a Shield Liger. It had somehow mutated....the color was black instead of gold and it keep the odd accent from when he had first met it as a Shield Liger.

It was the Blade Liger who spoke. He was referring to Azule, the Murasame Liger.

Jerao looked up. The newly transformed Hayate Liger was bowling headfirst....into his tree. He yelped and crashed out, landing on his stomach. "Ughh...."

Oy! Master! Are you alright? Renzokuken stalked over from his resting place.

The Zoidian massaged his stomach. "Ugh..I don't know...." Nothing seemed broken. He looked up to see the red Liger speaking to something.

Renzoku swaggered up beside it. That was quite a bit of fancy maneuverin ya did there, saving that lass and all. Quite a gentleman are ye? Oy! Jerao? You know this young lassey?

Jerao paled. He gulped and waved his hand, diving into a bush....but it was possibly too late.

Her eyes widened upon seeing the familiar Murasame Liger burn with fire. "Oh no. No no no no no!" She flailed her bare arms around and went back to her wreckless splashing, doing everything she could to swim in the opposite direction. Looking over her shoulder for a second, the woman gulped and squinted her eyes while her muscles tensed, bracing for impact. The Liger's paws were ice cold against her barren back, making a chill run through every inch of her, which only grew worse considering she became enveloped in darkness from the paws comming closed. So not only couldn't she see a single thing and was freezing her butt off, but the feline was still evidently moving. Where to- she didn't know. So yeah- she was freaking out a bit.

Seijaku's screams were muffled by the paws, but the loud OOMPH came out loud and clear as her front pressed into the golden nails from the sudden hault. When the paws reopened, the naked girl plopped down stomach-down, and just kind of laid there for a moment or to. While pressing herself up into a kneeling position, the Ancient Zoidian's silver hair fell over her bossom again, and a conveniently placed bush covered the lower region. "You're Azule, aren't you?" She shuffled around to face the Hayate Liger. "Yes, you are. Good to see you again." Wow was that a lie.

Her red eyes suddenly shot to the side of the mecha and onto an all-too-familiar man. She twitched and rolled into a sitting up fetal position, arms wrapped around her chest, knees brought up to her stomach so nothing could be seen. And man were her cheeks red. "Why don't you stop gawking and get me my clothes?!" Seijaku screamed, furious and embarassed at the same time.

Azule looked up at Jerao and Renzokuken breifly while Seijaku regained her bearings. I try to be a gentleman, I suppose. At the very least, I try and do what is right,

He looked back at the girl after giving his strange answer, tilting his head. Indeed I am Azule, ma'am. But I do not beleive that I know who you are,

He looked at the strange colored Blade Liger, and set Seijaku on the cockpit canopy. Excuse me for a second,

The Liger stepped back, a fire again covering the whole Zoid for a second before the Murasame reemerged. He trotted back forward.

I must, again, appologize for my actions, miss. I did not see you down there. You are unharmed, right?

The dark haired young man fidgeted around in the grass until he located the woman's ungarments and clothing, being careful not to stare. He quickly tossed them up to the young woman, before turning away, his face burning. "That is.....er...I....umm..."

He stammered an apology. "Sorry....ms..." Was all he could say.

Renzokuken didn't get it. Why was his master all flustered abotu seeing his own kind? He shrugged.....Humand and Zoidians, he'd never understand em.


Oooh....ain't that a neat little trick.....say Jerao, can't Heilmos do that?

"I....uhh....what? Oh yeah he can....." Jerao turned around to see Azule resume his Murasame form.

((Short post, lacking on time))

Before she knew it, a pile of clothes had accumulated- right ontop of her. With a huff, one of her pant legs was blown up before falling right back down onto her face. Carefully raising an arm- making sure her mellon wasn't revealed in the process- Seijaku pulled down the garments onto her lap. "Hrmph." But before the woman could even attempt to get them on without having a show, the Hayate Liger had lifted her- again- and this time planted her on a black Blade Liger's cockpit glass. Ooooh. There was going to be a nice butt mark on that. Especially since she was wet, and like, now slipping down to the Zoid's nose. "Turn. Around."

The Ancient Zoidian tapped her foot impatiently while waiting for him to divert his eyes, then took her gathered clothes in one arm while the other was used to force open the Liger's hatch. As much as she hated these felines, Seijaku was forced to hop down into the cockpit, making herself a private dressing room. Of course, her figure could be seen through the glass- though it was more of a blurred shadow than anything else. Still..one could make the details out. Despite this, Seijaku began changing back into her clothes- thong and bra for underneath (socks too), the black sleeveless top, pair of black leather pants, boots, and her cloak to top things off..

(OOC:| ... *Points and laughs* ... *Twitches*)

((*laughtwitches with you* D: ))

((*just twitches*

((*chokelaughs*))

The pointed Zoid scratched the back of his head, under his golden and white mane. The squshy things were so strange sometimes. Azule shook his head again, drops of water flying again as the last of it fell from his mane.

After a second, his eyes suddenly turned and fell on Jerao, golden optics flickering in a blink. His head tilted to one side, Do I know you, boy?

Jerao twitched. That was all he could muster. "I am so not cleaning that out...." He adressed Azule, remember me from the desert? And that rouge Energy Liger? I tamed her too by the way."


Renzokuken was a little....wierded out. Oi Lassey! Careful whatcha touch in there! Very delicate equipment! The Blade Liger's paw twitched as Seijaku brushed a control. Jerao made a noted to lock the cockpit next time.

"Hrmph." Seijaku patted herself down once fully dressed, though frowned somewhat- she was still wet. Her clothes had also become victim of the water's swelling earlier, making them really stick to her form- especially chest high. And um, since the water was cold..there'd be some very happy men around. If there were any. Jerao didn't count. The Ancient Zoidian looked down to the control console and tilted her head to one side. She hadn't ever been inside the cockpit to a Blade Liger before, and she was getting a bit curious. Having always used dinosaur-type mecha, piloting a feline would be a whole new experience for her.

"Mind if I take him for a little test run?" Wow. She actually asked for permission. That was unusual- especially considering who was being asked. Her main rival. And to think! Seijaku..piloting a Liger? The breed she vowed to utterly annhiliate? Well now, this might just turn a whole new cheek for her. Can you say, character development? Do you smell a whole new personality opening? Oh yes. This could get interesting.

ZOMG, Seijaku piloting a Liger? :o *marks down another sign of the apocalypse*

Azule bent down on his front paws to Jerao's level, his behind and tail sticking up in the air.

Oh yes, I remember now. You and that one girl with the mutated Geno Breaker were fighting for no reason, he nodded, streightening up.

He looked over at the Blade Liger, scooting out of it's way, for if and when Jerao let her take it for a test run.

((...the world *IS* ENDING :O!!11!ONE!))

((*shuts up*))

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Jerao snapped out of his reviere. "Renz!" But it was too late. The Blade Liger bent itself low, preparing to spring. The young Zoidian dashed forward, with enough time to clamber onto the Zoid's back before it ran forward.

He opened the cockpit and pulled himself into, plopping down in the rear seat. "Looks like I don't have much of a choice huh? Fine, but becareful what you touch."

Seijaku was pleasantly surprised at the Blade Liger's eagerness and acceptance- she didn't quite expect for the mecha to be so trusting to her so soon. "Well now. Who would I be to deny such an offer?" She grinned while lowering onto the oddly comfortable chair. Reaching behind her, two seatbelts were pulled outward, criss-crossing at her chest before being secured in their holders. Still beaming a smile, the woman's hands moved down to the controls, fingertips touched and recoiled back from a sudden shock. Giving one of those 'what the heck' expressions, the Ancient Zoidian attempted to grab hold again, but was forced to release as a stronger current flooded through her. It was so painful, that she had to grasp her head and apply pressure to try and focus on something other than the agony.

"What's..wrong with me?" Her eyes glazed over, body twitched every now and then, and each jerking movement was accompanied by a flash before her eyes. A light flash, with an image being produced for a portion of a second each time. "Ugh.." The images became more frequent and soon pieced together to form a short scene. In it, Seijaku saw herself as a young child, carrying a bag over her shoulder and running away from a large house. Her head snapped to the side, vision blurred entirely to the point she couldn't make out even the faintest of details.

Her hands snatched the controls again, rather forcefully. And that's when Seijaku lost consciousness, doubling over, but still being restrained by the seatbelts. Despite her unconscious state, her hands still remained as they were, knuckles white from the amount of pressure applied. As for her subconscious- it was active. And from a third-person perspective, the woman watched her childhood self continue to run further and further away. Behind were a small gathering of young Zoids- still not even fully developed. And those who weren't had larger mecha looming over, guarding them as if they were their children.

A dream? Perhaps. Or it could very well be another memory comming to the surface, brought out by her being inside this particular cockpit..

((...ahaha. I didn't forget about this, I swear. D:))

Azule stared, his tail curiously flicking about behind him. The blue and white Liger waited in silence for a second. He paitently waited for something to happen, that he could see anyways, while kneading at the ground.

Hey! I know a good path to run through here, he suggested, If you want to, that is... he kneaded the ground again.