First installment of my story.

A young shifter warrior, Kyrette Tetrault, stood staring over the edge of the cliff, into the vastness of the Tempest Ocean, his left hand resting on the hilts of his swords. One was a longsword known as the Ashura, and the other was a katana known as the Yagyu. They were forged from adamantium and orichalcum, plus the magical qualities of dragon scales, all synthesized into one metal. Two soul stones were used for each sword; the soul stone from a devil and a dragon were used to forge the Ashura, and the soul stone of an angel and a demon were used to forge the Yagyu. Ashura’s blade was pitch black in color, with a blood red glow given off in certain a light, and Yagyu’s blade was icy blue in color with black designs along the blade, and could grow when the proper chakra was fed into it.
Kyrette wore thick, dark brown denim pants with three dark gray stripes down the outside of the legs, lined with shadow dragon hide, genji dragon hide, and demon hide, woven with adamantium and orichalcum filament fibers, and coated with kaorti resin. His pants had thick, dull brown leather kneepads sewn onto the pants, over his knees. He wore a thick, tight fitting, black shirt with two dark gray stripes down the sleeves under a thick, loose fitting, medium brown shirt with short sleeves that came down to his elbows, etched with black tribal markings that covered the back of the shirt, and also covered the arms entirely. The shirts was lined with shadow dragon hide, genji dragon hide, and demon hide, woven with adamantium and orichalcum filament fibers, and coated with kaorti resin. He wore a thick, black, short-sleeved cloth vest with a holy symbol on the back. The sleeves came down to his elbow, and the tail of the vest came down to his knees. The vest was lined with shadow dragon hide, genji dragon hide, and demon hide, and coated with kaorti resin. He had thick leather shoes, dinosaur leather over dragon leather, coated with kaorti resin. The stripes on the pants and the long sleeved shirt, and the tribal etchings on the short sleeved shirt were infernal, abyssal, angelic, draconic, and eldritch runes of protection and strength, aiding the clothing to not tear or cut, and help it protect Kyrette more.
Kyrette wore three belts, a chain belt that held his pants up and held the swords Ashura and Yagyu, and two thick leather belts that he wore loosely around his waist, crisscrossing each other. The chain belt was buckled with a dark shadow clasp. The leather belts had three rows of pouches lining them, one on top of the other. They were enchanted to hold thousands of times more than what they normally could. He had a pack of ninja knives on both sides of each belt, having a total of four packs on his person, and two pouches full of suriken, ninja throwing stars, one attached to each belt. He had two chains looped at his right side, an acrisius chain and the Cosmic Chain. On his right wrist he wore the Dragon Kajic, and on his left wrist was the Devil Kajic. He had bonded to the two Kajics, giving him to both of the Master titles Phyrex and Ryke, and because of this he was the only warrior known as the Phyrex Ryke. He had the Chaos Ring on his right hand, and on his left hand he wore a tight leather glove with the fingers cut off at the first joint, allowing the Cosmic Ring to fit on his ring finger. Around his neck he wore the Angelic Gravitic. He had a thick leather elbow pad on his left arm, over the long sleeved shirt and under the short sleeved shirt.
Kyrette looked to the setting golden sun, his eyes taking in the surroundings. His eyes were special, able to see things normal eyes couldn’t. He could see the flow of chakra, chi, and manna within a being, as well as other things he wasn’t ready to divulge just yet. The whites of his eyes were azure blue, the irises were lavender, and his pupils were golden and hourglass-shaped, and five blood red tear shapes around the pupils. He knew his eyes had something to do with the mark above his left eye, a mark that was a mix of an abyssal, angelic, infernal, and draconic rune, the three marks combined into one. He also had a mark that covered his entire back, being much like the mark above his eye, except this mark was a combination of abyssal, angelic, draconic, eldritch, and infernal runes warped into one mark that covered his entire back. His slate gray skin looked like stone, stone that was engraved with black runes on his back and above his left eye. His hair was snow white, cut to jaw length, and braided with beads from the Citadel of Sacred Truth, and some from tribes and clans he couldn’t identify. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t remember anything before waking up in the Temple of Innis, the Elven Goddess of Wisdom and Shelter.
Kyrette looked around, feeling free for the first time in his life. He turned and bowed to the warrior, who now stood before him, after trying to sneak up on the shifter warrior. Kyrette stared at the warrior, realizing that the warrior was a dragon kin. He was a warrior with the blood of every dragon kin race running through his veins. He had trained for centuries, and had become a Master Demon Slayer, Master Shadow Reaver, and unknown to the dragon kin, a Master Dragon Hunter. The dragon kin warrior was wrapped from the neck down in kaorti resin coated strips of cloth. His fingers on his hands, from the first joint to the tips were uncovered, as where his toes. His head was mostly humanoid, having light gray skin with ivy green scales on his cheeks. His hair was pitch black, with streaks of fiery red and snow white, cut shoulder length. He had ebony horns that swept back over his head. He had a tail, which was also uncovered, and was as long as he was tall, in between the qualifications of being thin and thick, but was still pure muscle. His eyes were strange; the whites of his eyes being bright red, the irises being azure blue, and the pupils were slitted and golden.
He was dressed in thick, loose, black pants with two dark brown stripes down the outsides of the legs, having a dark gray stripe in the middle. The pants were lined with shadow dragon hide and genji dragon hide, woven with meteoric steel filament fibers, and coated with kaorti resin. He wore three belts, two thick leather belts around his waist and a chain belt going across his chest, from one hip to the opposite shoulder. He had the Draconic Slayer’s Armlet on his left wrist, and ebon steel anklets on each of his ankles. He had two katana by his left side, and the martial arts broadsword known as Levantine strapped to his back.
The dragon kin warrior leaped the distance between the two warriors, drawing one of his katana. Its blade was blood red with streaks of white, like lightning in front of the red moons. Its hilt was pronged on each side of the blade. Kyrette calmly drew the Yagyu; whose icy blue blade was longer than the dragon kin warrior’s katana. Yagyu was also diamond edged, as was the Ashura. The dragon kin warrior sent chakra and chi down the blade, and his katana grew in size. Kyrette did the same to his blade, and Yagyu grew in size as well. The dragon kin warrior smiled, his fang showing, “Well met, Phyrex Ryke. You live up to your reputation.” Kyrette smiled back, sheathing Yagyu, the blade shrinking back to its original shape, “As with you, Zeyeir, Angel of Death. Have the others shown up yet?”
It was at this time that Tanis, the dual anima warrior, leaped from a nearby tree branch, landing beside his ‘brother’ Kyrette. He was like most anima beings, having a normal humanoid body, except it was covered with dark gray fur of a wolf anima, with black tiger anima stripes, sharp black retractable claws on his humanoid hands, yet the black claws that ended his humanoid feet weren’t retractable, ending his features were a tiger anima tail and wolf anima head. Tanis had Aida orbs sealed inside him, something his father had the priests and shamans do to ensure that Tanis had the strength to overcome the sickness he was born with. Tanis would have died soon after birth if it hadn’t been for the priests and shamans that sealed the five Aida orbs in him.
Tanis stood before Kyrette and Zeyeir dressed in nothing but thick, loose, dark brown denim shorts that came down to the middle of his shin. They had three pitch-black stripes down the outside of the legs, were lined with shadow dragon hide and demon hide. The stripes were actually eldritch runes, for protection and strength. Tanis was a journeyman, and as such carried two swords as well as a staff-like weapon. Journeymen were people who knew magic, and knew armed combat. Like most journeymen, his two swords were a scimitar and a rapier, and both were forged from meteoric steel. Two elemental stones were used to forge the swords, a fire elemental stone for the scimitar known as Inferno, and a lightning elemental stone for the rapier known as Arc. Tanis also had the spearmace Zodiac in his right hand, a spearmace with a tear shaped mace end and a sharp spear end. The shaft of the spearmace was carved from a zodiac dragon’s leg bone, and etched with draconic runes. The Ancient Ones, beings that were known of only in legends told by the Elders, had carved the mace end. The spear end had been forged from metal of the Gods, or so his father told him.
Tanis only followed the orders of Kyrette, who had proven himself in battle to be worthy of commanding Tanis. This fact unnerved Zeyeir somewhat, because he was sure that he could defeat Kyrette in single combat if Tanis would ever let him near the shifter warrior. The dual anima journeyman had a way of warding off all of Zeyeir’s attempts to dispatch him, and always thwarting his conquest of defeating Kyrette. The dragon kin warrior wanted to defeat Kyrette for one reason, so he could absorb the soul of Majen, the Nine Tailed Demonic Dragon God, the soul sealed beneath the mark on Kyrette’s back. That was the only mark that Zeyeir knew about that Kyrette had, the one above Kyrette’s left eye was unknown to him.
Tanis seemed to stare down Zeyeir, and the dragon kin warrior felt that uneasiness coming back over him. It was the damned aura that Tanis gave off, almost like he wasn’t in control of his aida powers yet. Zeyeir knew that if he wasn’t careful, Tanis could easily kill him in any confrontation. Zeyeir sheathed his own katana, and backed away from both Tanis and Kyrette. His inner strength was being sapped from him, drawn into the glare of Tanis. Kyrette spoke up, and the glare from Tanis stopped, “Tanis, Zeyeir, we have a problem. Maug went to help Alkaid, Tai’Mae, Akierra, and Yukari, and now we haven’t heard from any of them. Maug I’m not worried about. He is, after all, a living artifact being. I’m worried about Tai’Mae, Akierra, Alkaid, and…”
Both Tanis and Zeyeir knew why Kyrette didn’t want to continue with that thought. Kyrette was in love with Yukari. The vasdru/noghri warrior knew his feelings, and only Tanis knew that she loved Kyrette back. Tanis gripped the Zodiac tightly, as he could feel his feelings rise. He wanted to find and rescue Kyrette’s love, and gain Kyrette’s gratitude. That was all Tanis cared about, what Kyrette thought about him. Tanis tried so hard to do things that would make him look good in Kyrette’s eyes. Tanis knew the legend of those eyes, they were the eyes of the Warrior God Onimusha Kamigawa, mixed with the eyes of Majen, the Nine Tailed Demonic Dragon God. The two Gods had been at war for ages, fighting one another to epic proportions. Finally, each got hold of a sealing technique, and used it against the other. In the end, they both got sealed in the body of the only living shifter, and all it cost was the memories of the shifter warrior before the Gods were sealed within him.
Zeyeir looked around with his dragon eyes before speaking in the draconic language, a message directed at Kyrette, because Tanis couldn’t speak draconic. Tanis stared at Kyrette, the shifter warrior seeming to be thinking through something. Finally Kyrette looked up, and Tanis saw the change in him. Kyrette merely looked at Tanis and Zeyeir in time before saying what was truly on his mind, “I want to split up. Tanis, you find Maug. Use your Aida powers to locate him.” Tanis nodded, and turned toward the woods again, disappearing into the trees once again.
Kyrette looked back at Zeyeir, sighing deeply, “You say you want to leave the group. I can only hope that you know what you are doing.” Zeyeir bowed low, “I know exactly what I am doing. I wish you well on your endevores.” With that, Zeyeir grew his dragon wings and took to the sky, flying into the rising blue sun. Kyrette shrugged off any bad feelings he was getting, as a daemon flew out of the woods and landed on Kyrette’s shoulder, “Well, did you sense what I sensed?” The shifter hung his head slightly, “Yes, he said something to release the seal of Onimusha Kamigawa. I can feel his power filling me.” Kyrette’s daemon wrapped his tail around Kyrette’s neck, “Master, do you feel like you’re in any danger?” Kyrette reached up, petting the daemon’s smoky gray fur, “No Jarvey, I don’t think I am.”