Fairewings
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- Posted: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 01:15:55 +0000
The bright smile on her face faded as she looked down and contemplated the fall.
"I am so sorry Jira." Her voice was completely calm. not a single tremble betrayed the fear in her heart.
"I can't control it. Most likely we are going to fall. You are made of sand... maybe it will hurt, but ultimately you will be fine right?" As usual Rinsa sounded confident. If you did not know her well you would not notice the slight pallor in her cheeks. The thing that truly betrayed her fear was in the fact that she did not mention her own plight alongside Tamajira's.
She felt the magic break beneath her and closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax. She knew from experience if she tensed things would be much worse.
Suddenly the world was spinning and they were falling. Rinsa hit the ground with an audible crunch. Fireworks of pain radiated up through her left leg, and clouded her vision. She did not have to look down to realize something was wrong. As usual the one thing her Isei failed to protect her from was itself.
Doing her very best to keep the pain from her face and her voice she looked at Tamajira."Are you alright Sandy man?" Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she had the words out. If he was not completely clouded by anger Tamajira knew her well enough to see her through the mask, If he was paying attention it should be obvious that she was not alright.
--
Koatsu's reaction brought a smile to both of their faces. The man truly had a kind heart. What had been done to him was a terrible tragedy. Part of Shiden wanted to make sure that could never happen to anyone else... but the weight of what that meant.... he was supposed to be a doctor, but now he was nothing but a murderer.
"I can fight if I have to... I choose not to. I am better at running away." The tall man was unable to hide that ever present sorrow in his black eyes.
Naimi was still smiling. Koatsu could not see her right now, but he still believed in her. It warmed her heart to think that way. Even though she was dead, someone was still think of her. Someone was still grateful to her. It was an incredible thrill.
"But, you are tired of running." She spoke softly and without question. she knew she was right.
"Maybe... this will be good for you too."
A thin smile crossed Shiden's face. "Yes." He said to his sister before turning his attention back to Koatsu.
"It will not be easy." He admitted.
"But trust me. We will find something."
So it was that the two of them set to wandering the city looking for a job. shiden igured as long as he could keep Koatsu away from blood everything would work out just fine.
Koatsu's appearance was unsettling to many and it took some time, but Shiden was never discouraged. And finally after hours of walking and searching he found someone willing to accept the both of them as laborers.
Despite Shiden's rail thin appearance the man was all muscle. He had spent the last few years running, learning self defense and working odd jobs. He had been forged on the anvil of adversity into a well oiled machine.
Shiden lifted a bail of rice onto his shoulders and grinned at Koatsu. they had not gotten anywhere with Koatsu's search just yet... but it seemed like that could take years. For now they had a job. A few days hard work and they would have enough money to move on again.
--
Not surprised by his friend's approach the silver haired angel laughed musically. He slowly rose to his feet.
"If you like it so much it is yours." he said politely. He held the tiny silvery dove toward his friend. The pale of his fingers almost matched the hue of the isei he had taken upon himself to destroy.
"It has been a long time old friend." His soft pink eyes smiled at him from behind silver eyelashes.
"Your little monster has had a few days head start. But he has an interesting appearance. And the man he is travelling with is also interesting. If we ask around we should be able to find a solid lead on the direction they are headed."
Lithe was always and exceptional hunter. His biggest asset was his ability to track and find just about anyone he wanted. Once upon a time they called him the blood hound. Of course in the end his bloodthirstiness had gotten the better of him. His desire to cut and destroy and eventually create set him apart from his coworkers.
That urge had eventually over powered him. During an important mission from Misha he had lost it. He took out two fellow hunters who tried to stop him, and then he carved their iseis, along with the isei they were sent to find into his first works of art. When he came back to himself he knew he had to run. Misha would never forgive him for destroying three valuable iseis.
Koyuki had been his friend before he left Misha behind. The boy was putting himself at risk by associating with him right now.
"You know right? Just how much trouble you will be in if father finds out that you ran off to play with little old me?" he winked at his friend.
"I am so sorry Jira." Her voice was completely calm. not a single tremble betrayed the fear in her heart.
"I can't control it. Most likely we are going to fall. You are made of sand... maybe it will hurt, but ultimately you will be fine right?" As usual Rinsa sounded confident. If you did not know her well you would not notice the slight pallor in her cheeks. The thing that truly betrayed her fear was in the fact that she did not mention her own plight alongside Tamajira's.
She felt the magic break beneath her and closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax. She knew from experience if she tensed things would be much worse.
Suddenly the world was spinning and they were falling. Rinsa hit the ground with an audible crunch. Fireworks of pain radiated up through her left leg, and clouded her vision. She did not have to look down to realize something was wrong. As usual the one thing her Isei failed to protect her from was itself.
Doing her very best to keep the pain from her face and her voice she looked at Tamajira."Are you alright Sandy man?" Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she had the words out. If he was not completely clouded by anger Tamajira knew her well enough to see her through the mask, If he was paying attention it should be obvious that she was not alright.
--
Koatsu's reaction brought a smile to both of their faces. The man truly had a kind heart. What had been done to him was a terrible tragedy. Part of Shiden wanted to make sure that could never happen to anyone else... but the weight of what that meant.... he was supposed to be a doctor, but now he was nothing but a murderer.
"I can fight if I have to... I choose not to. I am better at running away." The tall man was unable to hide that ever present sorrow in his black eyes.
Naimi was still smiling. Koatsu could not see her right now, but he still believed in her. It warmed her heart to think that way. Even though she was dead, someone was still think of her. Someone was still grateful to her. It was an incredible thrill.
"But, you are tired of running." She spoke softly and without question. she knew she was right.
"Maybe... this will be good for you too."
A thin smile crossed Shiden's face. "Yes." He said to his sister before turning his attention back to Koatsu.
"It will not be easy." He admitted.
"But trust me. We will find something."
So it was that the two of them set to wandering the city looking for a job. shiden igured as long as he could keep Koatsu away from blood everything would work out just fine.
Koatsu's appearance was unsettling to many and it took some time, but Shiden was never discouraged. And finally after hours of walking and searching he found someone willing to accept the both of them as laborers.
Despite Shiden's rail thin appearance the man was all muscle. He had spent the last few years running, learning self defense and working odd jobs. He had been forged on the anvil of adversity into a well oiled machine.
Shiden lifted a bail of rice onto his shoulders and grinned at Koatsu. they had not gotten anywhere with Koatsu's search just yet... but it seemed like that could take years. For now they had a job. A few days hard work and they would have enough money to move on again.
--
Not surprised by his friend's approach the silver haired angel laughed musically. He slowly rose to his feet.
"If you like it so much it is yours." he said politely. He held the tiny silvery dove toward his friend. The pale of his fingers almost matched the hue of the isei he had taken upon himself to destroy.
"It has been a long time old friend." His soft pink eyes smiled at him from behind silver eyelashes.
"Your little monster has had a few days head start. But he has an interesting appearance. And the man he is travelling with is also interesting. If we ask around we should be able to find a solid lead on the direction they are headed."
Lithe was always and exceptional hunter. His biggest asset was his ability to track and find just about anyone he wanted. Once upon a time they called him the blood hound. Of course in the end his bloodthirstiness had gotten the better of him. His desire to cut and destroy and eventually create set him apart from his coworkers.
That urge had eventually over powered him. During an important mission from Misha he had lost it. He took out two fellow hunters who tried to stop him, and then he carved their iseis, along with the isei they were sent to find into his first works of art. When he came back to himself he knew he had to run. Misha would never forgive him for destroying three valuable iseis.
Koyuki had been his friend before he left Misha behind. The boy was putting himself at risk by associating with him right now.
"You know right? Just how much trouble you will be in if father finds out that you ran off to play with little old me?" he winked at his friend.