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[Etherion]

The back neck of the young boy was in agony again as he sat on top of the one of the many trees that marked his plateau. Kai had been marked two years ago and hadn't felt his mark effect him since that time. But now it was burning against his skin slowly creeping up along his shoulders underneath his shirt.

The New Moon above hidden in the night sky obscured Kai's features as he watched the searing marks creep down his arms and across his face. The scaled trapezoidal shapes stood against his white skin like black ink on white parchment.

With a deep sigh of pain he forcibly willed back the influence seething within his body making the markings recede back to the origin. Once they had faded he released a heavy breath that he hadn't known was trapped in his lungs.

"Agh damn that fuckin' burns..."

His skin was coated in cold sweat which chilled his flesh as the night air whipped across it. His crimson eyes scanned the edge he found as a shinobi of the Cloud but he felt his grip slowly ebbing....

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[Yoshie - Chan]

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"(yawn) -- the day has just started what is he calling me out here for?" It would seem another invitation was sent to me by the craziest shinobi I had ever met in kumogakure. I had a got a cold chill down my spine, which meant danger would be encountered. Now I wasn't the superstitious type, but when you get a bad feeling the most reasonable thing to do in such situations would be to go with it. That was just what I did as I had followed the directions to a T. My purple optics - feasted on the beautiful plateu I resided on. It was the perfect mesh of mountainous range -- mixed with beautiful shrubbery. The tree's were huge, and unnatural in such a higher climate, but still a welcoming sight to behold.

"Agh damn that fuckin' burns..."

The voice was faint to my ears, but still audible in the smallest of senses. It was a just a hunch that the voice seething out in pain was Kai's, so I decided what the heck, and began increasing my speed to it's top marker. My acceleration was slow at first to a jog, but soon met with an increase, until I was practically flying over the earth. I extended my arms, allowing them to not hinder me in my speed, and instead be my weight controllers so I keep my balance. Now I crossed into the failing tree-line, and came upon a small little patch of earth, with tree's surrounding in all directions. The scene before me was unbelievably scary -- he was doubled over in pain.

I didn't think I just continued on trying to help him. I mean what would anyone do if a fellow shinobi seemed to be in danger or pain? I grabbed outwards for him - hopefully pulling him upwards, and cradling his frame to stop him from falling head first into the ground. I swiped my hand across his forehead."Damn it, what kind of fever is this?" This was the strangest thing ever, I had never seen or felt anyone with this type of fever before. His entire body didn't radiate a type of heat I had ever known before, and I meant that because the heat felt cold, and hot. The sweating was the reason for the cold it was like I was the one ice cold whenever my fingers touched him -- as if he was eating my fear or something.

"What happened? Do you need help? Kai! Kai, speak to me!"
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[Etherion]

A pair of arms caught him before he fell and he felt the mark surge as he saw who it was, Aisuru had come to help him but he was on the verge of his control and he wasn't sure how much help he'd be at this point.

His mark surged forth coating his face and his upper arms in flaming scales as a hellish growl tore threw his neck. he pulled away rolling from the blonde's hold into a ready crouch though his mind caught his body as his now clawed fingers dug into the stone anchoring him as he tried to force the mark back down away from his mind. The archaic voices probed at his thoughts and tried to wrest control from him.

His gaze lifted back to his comrade fleetingly as he slowly forced back the mark back under his shoulder plates and out of the whites of his eyes. His eyes locked shut as he yelled out forcing all of the scales away and locking the mark down.

"Ar... are you okay?..."