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 Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:14 pm
This is a private roleplay for Infinities and Saiyukii. Please do not interrupt. ;D~  
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 12:26 am
Night had fallen, and the moon shone brightly within the starlit sky. The moon illuminated the night sky with light, providing it's inhabitants enough light to navigate. One might have said that the moon sky was beautiful, but he wasn't of one to take notice of such notions.
it was a warm night.. and underneath the vast sky, Enki found himself standing on a grassy cliff . The winds blew against him sending his golden silky mane flying in the wind as he leaped from the clip into the night sky.
Lingering in the air for a moment before landing, he descended with grace before galloping throughout the lands. Kirins were supposedly said to be the fastest creatures alive, and he had no doubt that they were. Within the night, he found himself only to be a flash in the horizon before disappearing.
"It's been a long time." He collected with a indifferent expression upon his face. The lands and humans he once knew were gone. In this strange world, he found himself alone.. and without Shouryuu. But he longed and hoped that he would find someone familiar here. Not that he would ever admit to it, in front of anyone. At least, as a kirin, he had to have some pride~
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 2:09 pm
Keiki shot over the ground like an arrow, bounding gracefully in and out of the trees, over branches, and stones, and a sleeping animal or two. Most of the creatures in this area, however, knew him by now, and his passage did not bother them.
He shot out of the trees now, bounding over the tall grasses of the plain, heading towards the river where his person was. She would meet him sometimes, without her frightening entourage of mares and bloody, war-like stallions, placidly washing her clothes in the stream when he found her. She was so familiar to him, with her red hair, and eyes that bit at you from their sockets. But she wasn't the right person. Citlalli was paler than her, beaded her hair so it would jangle, and was warmer than he remembered Youko being. Still, the native woman filled him with the same sense of peace as Youko had, once he'd known her longer.
The stallion ground to a halt, taking a deep breath of the night air. If he thought hard enough, remembered hard enough, the smell of sandalwood would come to him, a single, piercing memory of the lands he'd left behind. He hadn't found any of them in these alien lands. Only one, to patch together the gaping void in his chest, and to keep him from falling alone.
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