█⋮ ◞ DEEP. INSIDE THE F O R E S T ♔ ▬ onexone

[Dame des Mondes]

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___𝐟_𝐥_𝐨_𝐫_𝐚__𝐠_𝐚_𝐫_𝐝_𝐞_𝐧_𝐢_𝐚



location » denia's home
company » cordovan -> alone
item(s) » basket , blue shawl -> bread and milk
theme » chill/ambient


His words were kind and soothing as he bid her farewell. Giving her the permission to ask for his assistance anytime that she needed. The warmth of his hand running down her hair brought goosebumps along her skin with the contrast to the cold and after so long of not feeling warmth of another.

"Have a good evening," she said, closing the gate behind her to her home.

She turned away from the metal bars and held the shawl tighter around her shoulders. Walking up the steps to her large floral cottage, she opened the door with ease and entered. The home was quiet, as it always was since he had disappeared. She locked the door behind herself and began igniting the lamps in the home to give her light. Heading up the stairs to the second floor she illuminated the hall ways and finally her bedroom. The large bed only had one imprint in it now in the middle. A large bed for one became lonely after a while.

Setting the lit candle she had been lighting the lanterns with down in its holder on her vanity, she set the empty basket down next to the chair and sat down. Denia looked at herself in the mirror thinking about her conversation with the guardian today. Remembering the blood that had dripped to the ground, the passion that she saw ignite in his aura. A curved ancient looking dagger rested on top of the vanity to the side. The dagger had belonged to her husband but she kept it out in case she needed to defend herself in her own home.

Leaving the vanity area, she walked into her closet to undress for the evening and get ready for bed by slipping into her light green sleeping gown that fell to her ankles and left most of her back exposed though her long white hair covered it anyway. The flora left her bedroom to return downstairs and grab a snack from her kitchen storage. A few loaves of bread with sweet butter and almond milk is what she sought after and helped sooth her to sleep at night. A few minutes later she was blowing out the lanterns on the first floor of her home and headed back upstairs to retire in her bedroom. • • • ♛

[KieGau]

C O R D O V A N X" C L E O D "X A R E L E O U S
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Cordovan's once amused face had now disappeared. Denia went into a safer place, a place of aching memories. He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief of his ignorance. He felt horrible for his actions earlier in the market-- being a flirt and whatnot. He must've been the only to not know. The protective tiger watched over the flora's home until the light blew out. He wanted to make sure she wasn't going to leave first, before he'd take his. The tiger fauna turned away from the metal gates that stood as Denia's protection against this foe. Thorny branches began to envelope the barred gates, serving as a reinforcement. The fauna smirked, clearly amused. "The flora have clearly outdone themselves." He said, not really towards an audience.

The towering guardian inhaled the fresh breeze; his body loving the cool air and atmosphere. He looked up at the moon and its flickering friends. Looking away, he simultaneously walked towards a group of lagging guards. They all talked badly on the foe, they spoke of rumors of this burning, horrific eyes, his pale skin, and black teeth. Cordovan shook his head at the slackers, then cleared his throat to catch their attention. They immediately turned around and saluted to their authority. "Instead of talking of your skills and torturous ways, why don't you actually do your job..." He spoke harshly, "And protect these people! They seem to be doing more than the lot of you!" The group trembled, quickly running off to their posts around the city; more specifically to the less-protected sections of the city.

"Damn guards..." He murmured, now walking towards Mirutar's so called bachelor pad. At first, Cordovan took his time as he patrolled the streets; his eyes piercing and his sense keen. Any suspicious sound or known scent took his attention. He was determined to catch the felon, and had a gut feeling that it'd happen very soon. Then again, he knew how unrealistic the thought was. Cordovan leapt into a tree, traveling as swiftly and quietly as he could. He knew how secretive his fellow guardian was of his quiant abode. In no time, Cordovan appeared in the clearing towards the tree line. He crept through the tall grass, still wary of his whereabouts and surroundings. Though he stood from a far, he noticed very tiny flickers of lights within the tree's thick leaves and branches, and a rather smaller figure. His head tilted, confused. He shook it off...

Cordovan sat on the ground, leaning his back against a boulder, and patiently waiting for his company. He observed the peace that roamed in the clearing, realizing Mirutar's reasoning for secluding himself in such a place. He smirked at the thought-- Cordovan preferred company and being surrounded by people while Mirutar rathered such an atmosphere. One would think tigers to be lonesome creatures, but Cordovan was once a family-oriented fauna and preferred that way of living much over than the lonesome one he resides in now. Cordovan wondered though, if Mirutar would want to be on his own for the rest of his life. With the thought sort of bothering him, he slid down the boulder to lie down on the grassy floor. His arms reached to criss-cross behind his head. The fauna always loved night-gazing at the flickering stars. rHis eyes rested shut, but he was still awake.



Dame des Mondes

Take your time with Mirutar~ He doesn't need to come down immediately. "CORDOVAN SPEAKING"

[Dame des Mondes]

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ｃｉｔｙ ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ

location » mirutar's home
company » noire
item(s) » none
theme » world without words




His poor virgin heart skipped a beat when the human lady said that she didn't mind bathing in the waterfall with him. Though he understood that she meant she would be in a different area where he couldn't see, but the image he had in mind was far different and shameful. Before his smile could make that obvious, the fauna turned away and walked towards one of the windows to overlook the yard around his home. Leaning against the windowsill , he was attempted to life the glass for fresh air.

"Mirutar," his ears twitched happily at the sound of her. "I envy you.. you have such a lovely home."

He looked over his shoulder at her to see the most earnest of expressions. Young lady of beautiful emerald gems for sight and soft ivory complexion. It took him by surprise as he starred at her with a blank expression. A human opening themselves up to him, the fauna guardian known in Torin to have a strong distaste for her kind. She headed over to his kitchen area and began washing her hands. There was a beautiful smile on her face and it drove him made at how lucky he was to stumble upon a gem this day. Now that he had spent some time with this female, Mirutar realized that she wasn't a threat and deserved a better life than to be scavenging off the streets. Even if she didn't belong in their world, he would make it so that she did.

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry," he mumbled to himself with a tone of question. "Ah, sure. . You can cook," he asked sounding quite surprised.

Mirutar wasn't much of a chef himself. Only simple things would do for him in the small kitchen like fancy cut fish pieces on rice. The rice he couldn't care less about but it was how the humans made it and they called it, sushi. The few humans that resided in Manchinael anyway. The panther fauna was the type to get food else where, via hunting in the woods or occasionally eating in the mess hall with the other guardians. The kitchen in his cottage was meant for rainy days when he didn't feel like leaving the tree.

From behind the outside area beyond the glass had grown silent. Someone was below. As if to keep Noire calm, he pretended like he didn't notice the presence and continued watching the female in his home get comfortable. • • • ♛


KieGau

[KieGau]

↘xx s e e the ( s υ м : м є я ' s ) light
postlayoutbyseoul, no stealingno one but youpureseoulno one but youpureseoulno one but you

xxxxr o u n d with rays so ﹛ в я ι : ɢ н т ❞
postlayoutbyseoul, no stealingno one but youpureseoulno one but youpureseoulno one but you
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The rather petite lady tippy-toed to reach into the taller cabinets, looking for anything to use for ingredients. She wasn't quite sure of Mirutar's taste in food, but she had the idea that he'd enjoy some kind of meat in his meals. Though, because of the slight emptiness, Noire had the idea that he rathered a hunt than a cooked meal. She also began to wonder if he ever experienced a cooked meal before-- hopefully he had. The silly thought was shaken away by a chuckle.

Noire barely reached some ingredients in the back of the cabinets; some spices and whatnot. Her brows furrowed, unable to familiarize herself with a few of them. Luckily for Mirutar, Noire had the decency to not toy with anything she didn't know how to use-- at least not until she learned. Sighing in slight frustration, the lady put the unfamiliar ingredients to the side and gathered those which she was familiar with. She was able to gather eggs, bacon, and grated cheese from a chilled cabinet, and black pepper and rosemary among other spices. Noire had the idea of making a pasta, but couldn't find any noodles. Shaking her head in disbelief, she continued to look for her final ingredient.

"You can cook?"

Mirutar sounded surprised. She momentarily ceased her rummaging to look at the guard, "Ah, yes." she paused nervously; trying to think of her taught her. She struggled, at a complete loss of her teacher. "Someone dear to me taught me." Noire thought it odd that she forgot her teacher, but she knew that she and her teacher were very close. Shaking the thought away, she continued her search. The lady knelt on the floor, finding more ingredients! Her spirits lifted, finally feeling encouraged. She had even found some ingredients for a small dessert, but she'd keep that for later on. Noire felt as if she found treasure.. With a smile on her face, she found pasta noodles. Her face glowing; feeling as if she invented a new contraption.

"But you can be the judge of that," She referred to whether or not she could cook or not. Now that her items were found, she then went on to find utensils, glasses, and plates for the both of them to use, as well pots, pans, and knives. Noire then gathered her "treasures" by the faucet, rinsing each item under the water very thoroughly to wash off any debris. She continued to hold a smile on her face, hopefully that Mirutar would enjoy her meal.

Noire turned the oven on, placing a pot with water on top of it. While the water began to warm up, she put the pasta noodles inside then moved on to preparing her other ingredients. Within fifteen minutes, Noire had finished her carbonara. Though, she worried that he wouldn't enjoy such a style of cooking. She smiled nervously as she set the table with utensils and plates and glasses of water. She then gently placed the carbonara on the plates, careful to not make a mess.

"Mirutar," Noire gently called out, "Please, sit." The setting was very simple, and quiant. She was pleased of herself, but what she worried more about was if Mirutar would like it. Noire slid his chair out for him to sit down, then took her's. She smiled nervously, her hands shaking on her lap. "Its called carbonara.. I hope you like it."

Then, Noire waited anxiously for him to take a bite before she took her's.



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Dame des Mondes

"NOIRE SPEAKING"



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[Dame des Mondes]

𝔢𝔷𝔯𝔞𝔥 𝔧𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡______

b l a c k__f o x__o f__t h e__w i l d s




As the sun had set beyond the horizon, the plan was set into motion. His legs plopped down from the table they were so comfortable settled upon to the floor as the hooded figure stood from his chair. He had been relaxing in the pub since the early afternoon. Even with the pub owner and employees speaking of him from the far corners of the place, he knew they were suspicious of him and would probably call a guard soon to check on him. Instead he would remove himself, for his time had come anyways. Leaving a hefty tip on the table, the hooded figure walked away from his place and headed out of the pub without a word.

Not as many citizens were about in the streets at this hour, and for a good reason. He smirked to himself as his hands gripped a mask that was being held in his right hand. Ezrah smoothly settled it onto his face and pulled the hood over more so that people wouldn't think twice to bother him. The black fox slunk into the dark alleyways, zigzagging through the many buildings of the central of Torin. It was until he stumbled upon a guard and a very familiar face. Long ivory hair and skin a pale as the moonlit itself. He remembered her face from many nights ago. Seeing it rest so peacefully on her pillow in the dead of night as he injected her husband with tranquilizers.

The fox's heart began to race with adrenaline and anticipation, the craving to jump out and strike now, but. . he kept still in the shadows, watching the two of them converse. Tch. . harlot. . all it takes is a month to pass for you to move on. . His mask concealed his true emotions for the female as the flora and fauna walked to her home and parted ways. He half expected her to invite him inside. It would have made things easier to take care of two birds with one stone. Not only was finishing the job going to be more difficult, but now he needed to make sure that he didn't have anyone to come and rescue her as per say her husband would have been.

Instead of following the dame inside her home, the fox demon trailed behind the tiger fauna, being careful not to be noticed. The guard had yelled at some of the others to get back to work out of frustration with his feelings towards the flora he was speaking with. Then he continued forth to the outskirts of Torin where the tiger fauna rested upon a large rock and awaited for something. Hidden within the safety of the treeline, he waited to see what this male was up to before striking. Ezrah's violet eyes then caught sight of something moving in the large tree before them. A cottage was built high in the massive tree and there was someone looking out of the window. Turning quickly to hide behind the trees, he recognized the man inside. It was a well known guardian in these parts that went by the name of Mirutar, the protector of all things fauna and flora and the discriminator against humans. He was the key to their master plan with his distrust in human kind. Now to figure out what this tiger has to do with the panther. .


location ︾ near by mirutar's home ︽ company ︾ cordovan ︽ item(s) ︾ mask, poison needles, twin daggers


KieGau

[Dame des Mondes]

ＭＩＲＵＴＡＲ

ｃｉｔｙ ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ

location » mirutar's home
company » noire
item(s) » none
theme » world without words




This thing that the woods did to these this human was baffling him. She had bits and pieces of her memory and most of it as skills or close belongings. Though no recollection of her origin. Not even the person who taught her how to cook. The lovely human continued rummaging through his kitchen looking for things of which he watched her select with precision. The thought of a female cooking for him was extremely attractive and to have it happening before him was beginning to feel like a blessing.

The panther fauna pushed away from the windowsill and headed toward the large pile of pillows in the center of the cottage and tumbled into them. Turning to lay on his back, he starred at Noire with heave set eyes of adoration while she made the food for them with a smile. He had to admit though, the fifteen minutes felt like an hour as his eyes had slowly closed shut with exhaustion and his face turned to the side. Minutes later, the sound of forks and knifes clanking with plates woke him from his cat nap. She was setting the table and the air smelled so delicious.

"Mirutar," her voice was so soft and alluring that it drew his attention to her. He sat up on the pillows rubbing his eyes. "Please, sit."

"Okay, I'm coming," he said as the panther leaned on one arm to balance him as he stood up.

Seeing the human girl pull out a chair for him felt odd. First, it was a female pulling a chair out for him. Second, it was a human here cooking and treating him like a king. Mirutar was more than flattered and carefully took his seat.

"Thank you for cooking dinner tonight, Noire."

Without another moment wasted, the male picked up his fork and stuck it into the heap of pasta, twirling it and picking up the ball to stuff in his mouth. He made a slurping noise as one long noodle shrank in between his lips. It was definitely different from what he was used to eating but the fact that she made it for him made it bearable and forced him to open his mind to new things. It tasted fantastic after he got past the texture of the pasta and started to have fun with spinning the pasta on the fork. It took only eight large bites of the pasta and it was gone. A clean empty plate and he was smiling at Noire with a small sauce mark on the right side of his mouth.

"I can't wait for the next meal. I hope it is as surprisingly delightful as this one."

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again, giving a long sigh. After eating he always enjoyed taking naps or just going to sleep but he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to. Someone was still down below and he was eager to find out what they wanted. • • • ♛


KieGau