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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:08 pm
It was pleasantly cool for the morning, deceptively disguising the heat that would arise later in the day, and Gargantuan had actually chosen to drag his ungainly self out onto the lake's shore in order to scrounge for food. Blind, the beast cracked open his heavy jaws so the slimy ribbon of his tongue could experimentally taste the air, searching for scents of something edible. At the best of times, his pallet was anything but immaculate, and the aquatic kitsu was more than delighted to discover a few dead, partially rotting fish that had washed up on the sandy shore.
He'd gulped them down without delay, and though his guts still rumbled mournfully with hunger, they would do for now. Fin-like ears idly flapped against the sides of his head as though to keep the skin there cool, already feeling an itch. This was a good place, much better than the one he'd come from, and the traveling had been easy; swamps and rivers and streams, all eventually leading to this lake. The not-monster gaped his jaws wide for a moment, lights pulsing in the back of his throat to unconsciously check and make sure that he was still alone. Not many took kindly to his strange appearance.
It was easier to stay out of sight than deal with the consequences of confrontation.
With a groan, the kitsu slowly let himself sprawl on his sides somewhat, the water still able to lap shallowly at his smooth hide. It had been a good morning so far--would have been better if it had been raining, he thought wistfully. Soon enough though he was dozing, strange fins pressed flat again his back and only adding to his hairless appearance.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:01 am
 There was something about ninjas and mornings that just did not mingle well. Yuffie Kisaragi wasn't exactly a sunshiny bright girl to start with, but she'd pulled an all-nighter trying to tail a particularly wealthy target, tracking them to their little hidey-hole and only finding out after hours of surveillance that they'd slipped out through an entirely unfair secret passage. So she had wasted a night, and was feeling a little rough and surly as a result. It didn't help that she'd nicked herself on a sharp rock in the dark, and was only now getting an idea of the damage as she limped along, muttering vague threats under her breath. All in all, it hadn't been too bad, but definitely not her best shadowing attempt ever. She'd have caught s**t for weeks if anyone was watching. Then again, if someone had come along for the ride, maybe they would have suggested that dying of boredom was not helping matters. Double-edged blade, that one.
She might have missed the lake if she hadn't heard splashing, stopping to angle her ears and muse. Splashing meant water, and water meant somewhere to clean out the clotted red-brown scab that ran from the heel of her paw up toward her elbow. Splashing also meant that things were probably living in said water, but she really couldn't afford to be picky. So long as nothing parasitic swam into her wounds, the thief didn't foresee any additional issues. And if she did happen to spy something eeling into her leg, she wasn't so bad off that she'd just sit still and let it crawl on in and make itself at home. No sir, none of that.
What she didn't expect as she crept stealthily forward, was something very large and very green to be sunbathing on the shore. Yuffie stopped, her tails curling instinctively around her backside, as though anticipating a mirror of the creature to be stalking her from behind. Bad things traveled in packs, didn't they? But when she wasn't suddenly mauled from all angles, her muscles relaxed faintly, giving the female an opportunity to examine the oddity. Was it some sort of miniature perversion of a leviathan? Possibly, though the legs and the beak-ish maw made her reevaluate. Still, it looked too much like a fish to be purely coincidental, not to mention how it was hanging out near a body of water. Whatever the case, it didn't seem to be very alert, giving her leave to approach cautiously, stopping scant feet away when she could better make out the monstrous visage. The eyes - or at least the places where they would have resided - were clamped shut by thick, bristling stitches. A stomach she wouldn't have dubbed queasy under the worst circumstances clenched slightly, and she took a long, silent breath. She'd heard of these things before, met a couple, though they looked very unlike this splayed-out beast. What were they called again? Something fairly cliché, which was a pretty dumb naming mistake to make, considering how nasty they were rumored to be. So long as she was quiet, maybe she could finish what she'd come for and leave without it ever knowing.
Still, some things were beyond her control: her mouth, especially. "You... are the ugliest mermaid I have ever seen." She informed the sleeping face, carefully skirting back and around to get to an edge of the water. At least this critter was too big to be some kind of tapewormy thing. Somehow, that barely helped her opinion. And how was she supposed to know when it woke up if it didn't have any damn eyes?
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:30 am
The last thing the monster expected to hear was a voice, a voice that made his ribbed ears twitch and fan out before his heavy head jerked itself up with surprised sleepiness, 'squinting' for the source with obvious confusion. Jaws fanned open in what might have been a yawn, but cool lights waxed and waned cheerfully as he roughly took in the shape of his unexpected company.
Gargantuan heaved himself up after a moment, sitting now with his tails flailing mindlessly for a moment in the shallows, suckered toes popping free of the soil only to latch again when he pressed his weight into them. "Not... mermaid." He struggled to say, the words slow thanks to his thick jaws and jutting teeth. "Kitssssuuuu." Briefly proud of himself, his fins flared a little before they smoothed once more, and he peered at her again with polite bewilderment, jaws cracked again to keep an eye on her movements. He was a little uneasy, but she hadn't shrieked or struck out at him yet, and it was enough to encourage the simple-minded Gargantuan to tentatively stay where he was, eager to... well, indulge in the presence of this new face.
"You... mermaid?" He tried again, remembering why he didn't like to speak much when his throat grew tired. He had no idea what a mermaid even was, but if he was a mermaid (an ugly one though, and he remembered that with wilting ears), then perhaps she couldn't be one after all. "Not," The beast paused, his tongue writhing with frustration as he tried to form the sound, and eventually he gave up with a deep, sad sort of sigh that rumbled low in his chest.
Talking was hard.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 2:05 pm
While a twitching ear could have been overlooked, the parted jaws were not, and Yuffie was backpedaling in a hurry, teeth bared in the only threat she could muster with one leg tucked up near her chest. She was about to say something particularly scathing and useless when the creature beat her to the punch, a weird, gravelly male voice referring to her previous accusation. The thief stopped, adrenaline sending mixed messages to her brain, all of which she ignored to embrace a guarded stance. There was something flickering down in his throat like captive fireflies, and for a horrified second, she thought they would whip out attached to tentacles and latch onto her face. Now wasn't that an image to take to bed with her. Or to the grave. Ugh. There were probably more humiliating ways to die, but she couldn't think of any off the top of her head.
"Uh. Yeah. Didn't mean that, sorry." The apology was a farce, but if it kept her from experiencing those fangs on a more immediate basis, who was she to argue? The kitsu comment made her brow furrow, recognizing how gradually his mind worked, that she could have talked circles around him before he'd completed a whole sentence. Slow was good, especially when she only had three feet to flee on. Slow was excellent. Still, there was no sense in abandoning wariness completely, even as she sat to take the pressure off her injured leg, appraising him with a steely glance. Were they normally this chatty? She could only guess that he didn't figure her for lunch if he was so keen on talking, and since he was sticking to one spot for the moment, it would have been silly to run. In spite of resembling something dredged up from a primordial swamp, he actually seemed a little goofy - or mentally disabled. It was a toss up.
"I'm not a mermaid either." She informed him, and where it might have been tart with anyone else, the words had taken on a softer, thoughtful hint. He was both bigger and smaller when he was aware, nothing about his size diminished, but the danger he presented seemed shadowed by doubt. "I'm a Yuffie, actually. Yuffie Kisaragi, if you wanna remember all that. What's your name, Mr. Not An Ugly Mermaid?" Her gaze didn't budge from his eyeless face, but she did extend her foot out, dipping it into the shallows and letting it soak. How could he even see her? She tilted her head, staring at the strobing lights that flickered along his lower jaw. Some kind of fish trick, maybe. But if he tried to lure her into his mouth at any point, they were going to have words.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:08 pm
Didn't mean it? His jaws sagged for a moment as he took that in, and a hopeful thump of his tail sent up a spray of somewhat chilly water. No one had ever said as much to him before; they always meant it. He couldn't remember who 'they' were, or even what 'it' was, but his mind had already lumbered past the subject to focus on whatever she was saying now. A doggish tilt of his head, and the beast puzzled over what exactly a mermaid was, then. Is that what set him apart from the others? "Hm." Came the deep, echoing note, and his jaws shifted wordlessly as though to better help his thoughts chug along.
"Yuuuufffieeee." He sounded it out slowly, satisfied with how simple it seemed to be. Ah, but her next question was one he could answer more simply, and he drew himself up as though to prepare. "Garrrrr.... Gaaarrrrrg...." The creature struggled with it for a moment before slowly shaking his head, a sound that was both frustrated and exasperated tiredly pulsing in his throat. "Geeeeee." He finally settled for, ears flattening with displeasure against his skull.
Soon enough, he'd moved on from his frustration and was again focused on her, jaws slightly agape while he waited almost eagerly to see what she would say next. Not ugly! Tail tips twitched again in simple pleasure at the thought, and he had a faint urge to hum to himself contentedly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 3:30 pm
If she'd been in tip-top condition, the Kisaragi heir might have fled the sight of those widening jaws, the whipping splash of his tail a sign of potential aggression. But she wasn't, despite the surge of survivalist alarm that told her otherwise, and he didn't make another move, even as her injured paw began to leave clouds of red from a softening scab. He really was an oddball, though, his attention like a cross between a Rodin statue and the blank, one-dimensional stare fish so often boasted. Not that he had much of a stare to meet, and the lack never failed to give her the creeps. Why did they do that sort of thing, anyway? It wasn't like he'd been born with stapled-over eyes. At least, she didn't think that could be the case. Failing a needle and thread in the womb, she couldn't figure how it could happen with nature at the helm. Ritualistic pretense, maybe, paired with some really screwed up upbringing. Strange how she could now count it as lucky that the worst thing Godo had ever done to her was make her wear fancy clothes during festival days. She got to keep all her essential fingers and toes and the organs that made her five senses reliable. Didn't mean she hadn't dragged the various, pretty kimonos through the mud and stomped them down to hide the evidence.
The stretched out version of her name brought her back to the present, and the female ducked her head slightly, darting a look over her shoulder in case someone else might have heard him. Not that she minded if her name was bellowed for all to admire, but Yuffie didn't exactly want to be seen in mixed company if her mark had come back for a second round, minus the darkness and the stupid trick cave. Still, he was a little charming in his dumbness, and so long as he kept to where he was in the mud, she was just the kind of girl who could enjoy some free entertainment.
That was about the time a nasty gurgling split the air, and she retracted her leg to lean further back without being obvious about it, half-expecting him to hack something up, immediately flashing to her thought of light-tipped tentacles. That was not going to fly, not even a little. But the noises edged into something else, and she reluctantly puzzled it out. For all she knew, it could have been an insult in swampenese paid to her mother, or some comment on how fetching her shoes were. But she slowly recognized it as a broken attempt at an answering name, the context serving her where his vocals had failed.
"G, huh?" She let her brain chew on it for a minute, like some food particle stuck between her teeth and only recently rediscovered. "That's... kind of a let down. Should have a name like Brute, or Beast, or Ginormous McGreeny or something. Maestro Swamp Mammoth Kick a** III." Her rambling finally paused as she tilted her leg to check on its progress, finding that the cut was smaller than the pain had implied. It still hurt like a b***h. "You know, since you're huge and all, not necessarily because you actually do kick a** and compose for the frog chorus. Which you might. But hey, okay, G it is."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:15 pm
"Geeeeee." The beast repeated slowly in patient confirmation, clearly quite pleased that she'd picked up on it. Then there came something about a let down, and he tilted his massive head slowly to one side, puzzled. Then names were being rattled up, a string of syllables and though he valiantly tripped over his mental feet in an attempt to keep up with exactly what she was saying. Names? He peered at her uncertainly with half-cracked jaws, and his thick, jutted canines only added to the look of lack of intelligence that came with the stare. She lowered her head to peer down at the leg she'd been previously inserting in the water, he could tell that much by the heat signals alone. Other than that... Clueless.
Finally, the stream of words seemed to die off in her mouth and stay there, leaving the brute shifting as though to regain his balance. There'd been some people around here before, yes, he could remember that... but they had never talked this much! Smacking his jaws with an ounce of bewilderment, Gargantuan eventually spoke again. "Geeeeee." He said cautiously, clarifying. He didn't know any B....Bru... Or Bea, but he did know Green. As for the last one, the tumbling M's with a few hisses thrown in between, he had not a clue.
"Yuuuuffieeeee." The creature grumbled again, and he lowered his head to jerk his nose towards the limb she'd been eying before. "Hurtssss?" He puzzled over that for a moment, finned ears flaring out as though to better help stimulate brain activity. That was where the blood-smell was coming from, and he proved as much with a simple, sloppy flick of his tongue. That wasn't good, he at least knew that much.
Grunting to himself, G shifted in place, his toes making strange, popping sounds as the suckers were pulled free of the muddy soil and reattached again. "Water helpsssss." Came the tentative offer, and he was watching her somewhat hopefully even as he lifted one heavy foot and plunked it in the shallows, as though to demonstrate again. Not that she hadn't already been doing that, but if the Kisaragi hadn't already noticed, she wasn't dealing with the brightest bulb in the box.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:48 pm
He was schooled on the repetition front, even if he lagged in every other subject. Not composer-quality by any stretch of the imagination. And maybe she was being extra effusive on purpose, keeping the behemoth poised on his webbed toes instead of letting him come to the much-belated conclusion that she might be a tasty, sexy snack. Not that he'd given her a reason to think he had a cannibalistic streak going, except for the way he displayed his fangs like they were some kind of fashionable bling. Good news was that she had no intention of trying to lift them off of him, no matter the shiny factor; even if she strained her mugger ways and plucked them all out fast as greased-up lightning, the kitsusagi suspected he had a touch of shark in him, which would leave her in a precarious spot when they all reappeared. Except those dead-eyed monsters could see where they were going, whereas he seemed to sense things on an atypical level. There were deep sea creatures that developed without eyes, relying on more basic signals to navigate. And here she was, lacing his territory with blood like she was gift-wrapping her leg for his enjoyment. Clever girl, really.
But he didn't seem too intrigued by the scent, not until he gestured toward it with his ungainly snout, making her mouth go dry. The leg in question snuck closer to her body, prepared to situate it behind the good one if he paid it much more attention. "Not too bad." She replied after a cautious second, determining that an admittance to pain was probably on the list of things to keep to oneself. The magician-tongue act was received with a scrunched expression, but so long as he didn't actually try to make contact, she decided it was harmless.
Then he went so far as to dip his own paw in the water, proving its useful properties to her like he'd invented the trick himself. She snorted under her breath, looking up at him through her bangs. "You're not the quickest bunny in the briar patch, are ya?" Yuffie asked, a tiny smirk working its way across her mouth when she realized how he might consider answering that. He already wasn't a mermaid, so that meant he would need to deflect this newest accusation in his meandering way. "Thanks, I guess. But hey, if you see something swimming at me all rapt-like, you make sure to tell me. I don't want to play in the mud with 'gators or, uh, any of your hungrier relatives."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 10:52 pm
Not too bad. He didn't parrot it back at her, for once, but his jaw worked as though thinking about it, and eventually he offered a graceless bob of his head. To what, he didn't exactly know, but when in doubt, there wasn't normally a problem if one just agreed, right? "Buuuuunnyyyyy." The creature said with an obvious wisp of pleasure. It was debatable whether he just enjoyed them or enjoyed eating them. The rest of the simile was entirely lost on him, his tails only twitching somewhat even as he sighed contentedly to himself. Yuffie wouldn't be disappointed, however; something seemed to sink in and he shook his head empathetically.
"Geeeeeee."
Yes, he was Gargantuan, and she was Yuffie, and neither of them were bunnies. Or mermaids. Unless. "Yuuuufffiiieeee bunny?" He asked rather hopefully, taking a lurching step forward to nudge at her shoulder before he retreated. That changed things entirely, if she was a bunny! But before he could dwell on it for too long, she was asking him something, and he tilted his head with a dramatic flare of finned ears to better catch her words. "Will tell." He agreed enthusiastically enough with another bob of his head before he gave himself a shake, sending fins and tails flapping against his slick hide rather noisily.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 5:59 pm
It was getting to the point where she was either shocking him into silence - which was really just another form of awe, in her estimation - or his mouth had finally grown tired of being outclassed. Whatever the case, his efforts to verbally retaliate were getting farther apart, up until she mentioned what was obviously part of his trigger list. A dazed look of enthusiasm and she was tempted for the millionth time to slip away. No one should derive that kind of enjoyment from floppy-eared, fluffy tailed animals that were not their own species, but who was she to judge? The sigh solidified things, making her hold back a real laugh, her ribs jumping faintly. "Yeah, yeah, I know, big guy. You're not really a fluff-butt. Anyone with half a brain... uh, I mean. Right. You know what I mean." He probably didn't, but it was easier to keep up with the flow if she assumed he didn't have the mental-capacity of a newborn.
When he moved, his skull momentarily fitting into the niche in her shoulder with the prey-word echoing in her ears, the joking air evaporated. Instinct had her shooting further onto the bank, water droplets falling slower than she moved three-legged. And she probably could have made a good go at crawling backwards up a tree if her damn crippled leg hadn't throbbed, stalling movement as she watched him a little wildly. If he was going to take a hunk of flesh, he'd damn well do it while she was alert. Ninjas weren't supposed to compromise themselves like that; Godo would have had a frothing fit if he knew she'd been shooting the breeze with something twice her size and not paying attention to where its teeth landed. The spot that his fins had brushed against twinged at intervals, all places where the thin spines between membranes had penetrated through unkempt fur. If he'd friggin' poisoned her somehow, she was going to rip his head off and use it as a vomit bag until she died.
But the longer she stood and waited for effects, the more ridiculous it seemed. He'd touched for not-even-a-second and here she was, acting like he'd felt her up or done some other scandalous thing. "Listen," She said softly, and with all the dignity she could muster. "Touching is for boys with eyes only. I'm a lady, and I've gotta have some standards, or I'll end up neck-deep in suitors. You wanna touch? Grow a pair." With a huff of air and a double entendre executed, she returned to where she'd been sitting, impressions in the damp soil wiped clean by a deliberate sweep of her tail. She was a Kisaragi, and her clan name came with a measure of invincibility. That, and she hadn't exactly told him 'no means no means back the hell off and keep your limbs to yourself,' so it was her own fault. On the plus side, he hadn't bitten her, even though he could have. A little push was not going to send her flying off the handle, no siree. Yuffie ate mindless terror for breakfast and spat out the little seeds of condemnation that tried to blossom in her stomach right before a hearty lunch. "Anyway, remember to do that look-out thing. You can do that, right?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:49 pm
Yuffie had scurried back before he could process what had happened, and the sea monster peered at her owlishly. Her rapid, violent movements confused him, and sent little ripples of unease racing through his slick skin. Tails twitched before they drew themselves between his legs, and his big head lowered submissively, instinct causing his shoulders to hunch so he could appear as less of a threat. She was speaking then, her voice soft and somehow, her perceived, deadly, and the big beast listened very carefully. Boys with eyes only... His jaws scraped against one another uncertainly, and even as she settled back down on her haunches, he would timidly gape them so she could have a brief glimpse at the eerie, blue and green lights that flickered there before his head pulled back. He didn't want to spook her anymore.
"G'ssss eyessss..." The beast said quietly--which sounded like boulders grinding against steel. Fortunately, the dirtier meaning to her words went straight over his head, and he was staring at her somewhat hopefully as though that would make him one of these 'boys with eyes'. Was it good enough? He didn't know, his taloned feet flexing into the damp soil, and his head bobbed a little hesitantly at the unexpected question. He could play look-out, he was good at that. As though to prove it, he'd half turn and lumber a little deeper into the water, his ears flicking back somewhat as though to listen for her and make sure nothing snuck up behind him and swallowed her whole. Eventually though, he'd glance back at her, tails and ears twitching in unison for a moment to help encourage whatever thought he was trying to have.
"Won't hurt Yuffie." He said after a moment with some sort of finality, as though confirming something they were both supposed to know. "Likessss Yuffie." Another bob of his head, and he'd quickly glance back out towards the open water, determined to do a good job.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 12:29 am
He was pulling open his jaws with a calculating slowness that made her reassess the whole standing her ground thing. But there was no more moving forward, planted to the spot like the same suckers that lined his paws had migrated to his hindquarters to keep him from surging again. And honestly, he had been pretty pathetic, all curled up like she'd headbutted him instead of the other way around, then maybe called his mother a few choice names that weren't nearly as nice as what she'd granted him. That didn't explain why he was showing her the inside of his mouth, borealis lights like he'd regurgitated a fistful of materia and blizzards were competing with bolts over what could chew through his innards fastest. His rough rumbling made her go up on her tiptoes to better examine the sight, finally understanding why exactly he kept gawking at irregular intervals. "Those things? They don't look like any eyes I've come across." She replied skeptically, regretting it afterward as she considered he might give her a better look to prove it. There was a stumbled word or two as she hastily added: "But if you say so. Not like I know enough about spinny optics to call you a liar." Not like it mattered. Eyes only counted if they were on the outside, if they were jellied orbs attached to anatomy, not floating thoughts that maybe let him see her. If he tried to touch her desirable, skinny self again, she'd bop his nose.
It verged on tragic that he hadn't understood the pair thing. Really, awfully terrible. What did mommymonsters teach their kids these days? Good manners and no pick up lines, that was what. She might eventually get over the disappointment.
There were fewer shadows than there had been when she'd first arrived, the sun crossing overhead, infusing the churning waves with yellow ridges as he plunged deeper into the shallows. At least he was thorough, even if it was only the result of her last few accusations finally overloading him. The kitsusagi extended her paw into the water after it calmed, curling the other against her chest as she settled belly-down in the mud, inattentive to the wet sensation that crept through clothes. It was cool and soothing, and she embraced tiredness for the first time, blinking heavily when he spoke. Liked her? Bemused, Yuffie canted her head in his direction. When had he decided that? Between playing catch-up and listening to her go off on some strange tangent? Not that she wasn't likeable - just the opposite, no matter what those dissenting bastards said - but she hadn't expected him to notice. "You're not too bad yourself, Greeny." She yawned, laying her chin against the unfurled limb, observing with barely contained amusement. "Likes me doesn't buy you a free pass, though, so keep that in mind."
It was strangely easy to doze, which was especially unsmart, seeing as she'd been prepared to flee for her nabby ninja life prior to his promise. If only the sun hadn't been so warm on her shoulders, trickling through until the beams were massaging all the leftover tension out of her. Besides, if he pulled a one-eighty and got all mean and uppity, her keen senses would shove her up quick enough for a getaway, no question about it. Otherwise, he would watch, and she would sunbathe, and all would be right with the world as it lapped against her in water-form.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:17 pm
It was just as well that Yuffie had decided to play along; whatever protest that had been welling up in his throat in order to prove that they really, truly were his eyes. But then she agreed with him, and there was only a quiet, content grumble in his throat. They were his eyes, and then that made it okay, didn't it? Like everyone else, or whatever it was she'd said? He seemed to think so, and only at the sound of movement made him glance back and observe as she sprawled herself out on the ground, keeping her face out of the mud while her paw soaked in the cool water.
Then, she said six simple words that made his ears flare as though surprised, and he would gape back at her for a moment as though seeing if she was serious. Then, tentatively, the tips of his strange tails began to twitch, then furiously wagged themselves, and he turned back to scanning the lake with his chest puffed out and his feet firmly planted. G was a good boy! He wasn't bad!
The sea monster kept up his protective watch for some time before he'd glance back at the girl again, relaxing some himself to see she was still there and snoozing lightly. If anything, it had him quickly return to his duty of scanning the lake, straining to catch a glimpse of a heat trail of some predator that didn't exist in the water. Anything big enough to be threatening was normally eaten by him--if it was too big, well. He'd yet to meet anything that big.
Eventually, he settled to his haunches with a slight grunt, tired of standing on his feet without actually getting to move. It shouldn't disturb the ninja, or so he hoped, and his head mechanically would swivel from side to side with his maw gaped. He was a good watch dog, really.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:12 pm
Her last solid impression of the creature was a little like what the early stages of domestication must have resembled. Pleased with praise, waggling about in puppy-pride and doing exactly as he was told in order to receive more. If she got him a studded leather collar and some identification tags, she could call the whole thing done. It was uproariously funny and pitiful without necessarily ruining her mood, the doze turning into a full-fledged nap as she listened to him standing guard, the creeping grin turning into a flat, unfocused line.
If she dreamed, she probably wouldn't remember much of it upon waking, just fleeting hints of a hot climate and steep mountains that bore plump, scholarly faces; incense smoke, the soothing hum of male voices cast low, a tattered cloud sky. There might have been more if a sudden, small wave hadn't surged up her extended leg, catching her in the nose and making her sputter with surprise. Her first few waking heartbeats were panicked, images shattering, reforming into further lies; and she'd been afraid of drowning since she was a kit and Godo had been forced to drag her out of the koi pond by her scruff, the fish darting careless silver and orange around her flailing. But the fear dissolved with the mosquito-laced lake and the behemoth animal that occupied it, too much green and not enough neutral silence to prolong the mistake. Throat burning slightly, the thief blinked droplets from her eyelashes, shaking out her face and taking in the surrounding area with a swift scrutiny. She had not just been snuck up on, blood boiling at the insinuation. Yuffie had let the watery antics sweep over her, that was all. Now she was entitled to seek out revenge.
G was where she'd left him, but his seated position was plenty incriminating, and she hopped back up to her feet with a trickle of swampy water. So he wanted to play splash the ninja, huh? Black tails crept forward, dousing themselves with intent, her metallic eyes narrowed by concentration. A low, suggestive whistle lit the air near her lips as she tried to catch his attention, not even waiting before she whipped out the sodden appendages, aiming a shower of water in his direction. Maybe it was a little juvenile, and she was unquestionably out of her element and outmatched, but no Kisaragi overlooked a challenge when it was plunked down in front of them. No way was she going to be broken of that streak by a big, blubbery, frog-faced boy.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 10:43 am
Her snorted, rather unladylike sounds were enough that the big beast cast his head over his shoulder, more puzzled than alarmed. He made those noises sometimes too, clearly, so that meant it was all right for her to mimic them, and he turned back to the open expanse of the lake without a second thought. He was doomed to his fate when the female ninja regained her feet and her poise, creeping closer and closer to the blissfully oblivious beast.
The whistle had finned ears perking sharply, and he obediently glanced over without any thought that this might be a trap. When the water doused him thoroughly, Gargantuan only looked slightly bewildered, grunting contentedly at the cool moisture that seeped against his skin. He had no eyes to sting, and the worst of it just splattered messily against his tongue. A game! He lurched to his feet and faced her, jaws parted in a clumsy, bumbling grin before he dropped down, rump in the air and wriggling furiously. He was good at these sort of games, perhaps too good, and one massive paw shot out to send a small tidal wave in her direction.
G always equated the water to nothing less than lovely--other kitsu did not necessarily agree with him. It was one of the little things that made the world such a confusing place.
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