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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 5:32 pm
He disliked the rain, but not nearly as much as he detested the jabbering of the school-goers. It stood to reason that he'd prefer taking the lesser of the grinding annoyances, finding himself outside to avoid the majority of the populace inside.
It was, for all intents and purposes, a gloomy day. The greyscale clouds in the sky were low and bloated with the threat of heavy rain that had not yet come to pass, instead laying a fine mist over the greenery and smooth panes of the schools. Even the waterfall seemed to shrink in preparation of the impending storm; other than the roar of the water emptying into the basin below, it felt like the mist had brought a mantle of silence with it. An occasional drip could be heard as the condensation thickened on various trees, but it was muted by comparison. The usually rich colors of the surrounding area were drained, the wetness of the day diluting until the water reflected the dismal clouds above and the trees were pale. Only the rocks seemed to find more pronounced hues when wet, slick and reflecting the light that poured out of the school's windows.
The Charizard stood out with his solid darkness against all the faded colors, his white-hot flame in sharp relief against the dim flow of water. Deimos liked the silence that came with not being near all the drabble of the school, and thus the calm before the storm suited him just fine; he could deal with the drizzle and its futile attempts to quell his flame, could much easier stomach the chill of the weather than the heat of too many bodies packed inside. He was his own personal heater, he didn't need all the miasma of other's bad attitudes and pressing presence to add to it. Granted, he rather thrived off the chaos that came with many individuals packed in one area, but right now, he was keen on the silence. It wasn't something he'd be able to enjoy once the sky ripped open and covered the land in the torrential downpour that was expected to come. He was still a fire-type, in the end.
The downside that came with the lack of chaos and interaction was the boredom. His energy levels were always on high, and without some means to expel it, he would become anxious and irritable. Standing on the rock outcropping in front of his school, he crouched and gathered smaller rocks from the riverbed, his rich crimson wrap spread out behind him like some sort of obscene blood trail. No matter how wet he got, he dried much faster thanks to his increased temperature. A perk of his power. Standing, the dark fire-type stared across the wide mouth of the river and the building beyond it. Palming one of the heavy stones, he pulled his arm back and heaved. The wet stone plunked into the moving body of water barely halfway across.
Deimos smirked. Retrieving another stone, he instead threw it straight into the air, watching its trajectory. As it came down, he whirled in a fast circle, catching the stone with his long, strong tail - and sending the stricken rock sailing over the water as far as the grass on the opposite side. The smirk ticked the corners of his mouth higher, sharp teeth displayed and pressing into his bottom lip. He could now entertain himself, since no one else had the balls to brave the 'rain' to stop him or provide some other means of distraction.
Some individuals skipped stones. Deimos used them as projectile weapons to harass the Srpen students and - failing that - the school itself.
Two more smooth stones were tossed, and just as rapidly cast across the water with a well placed spin; one rock hit the opposite bank and bounced across the water, the other sailing high, a black spot against the white of the school building that it struck. Deimos crowed in victory, slipping a bit on the rock and catching himself with a flare of his wings; once he ensured he wouldn't fall over, he resumed reveling in his triumph, smoky laughter turned towards the sky.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 5:16 am
Not again. Not again.
Fangs bared, Kazuya hovered at the outskirts of the forest on the far side of the school. He was out of his own territory and into Srpen's land, tail held low as large, rounded ears lay flat against his skull. What had he been doing? He couldn't really remember.. Hunting. Chasing, exploring-- well, things that cats did. The mist and fog had come in too quickly, or maybe he had just been too far out that he hadn't noticed it. Either way, Kazuya was determined not to repeat the same sequence of events as last month. He was still hovering inbetween starvation and exhaustion, but at least he hadn't spent so much energy that he could barely walk again. The Persian was in relatively good shape for everything he'd accomplished that day [Perhaps too well, as a certain herd of Stantlers may attest to.], but now there was the matter of crossing the lake path and back home.
It had been sunny and dry when Kazuya left Arcana's side of the school, finding easy grip on the boulders and foot holds that littered across the shallow lake. But now the water level had risen up slightly, enough to cover the trail he had used before. If the Persian had still been in animal form, he'd have extracted his claws and kneaded on the grass out of frustration. As it were, however, Kazuya was merely left to glower gloomily amongst the shelter of the trees, occasionally glancing up to the ever darkening skies. The feline hated storms-- thunder shook him to the core, lightening made him flinch, water made him irritable as hell, and wind messed with his immaculate hair.
He wouldn't forgive anyone messing with his damn hair, even if it was bloody Mother Nature herself.
Splash
Kazuya lowered his gaze at the sound of something dropping into the water, tail and ears perking up as he visibly bristled. The Persian was on edge and sudden sounds, especially sounds that identified with water did nothing for him. Lowering his body slightly, Kazuya allowed himself to drop off the low branch and onto the grass, creeping a little ways closer to Srpen's headquarters. Through the gray haze, the feline's eyes could make out a distinct shape. Large, aerodynamic wings, long pointed horns and an eerie blue-white glow. That was a telling sign.
Instinctively, Kazuya jumped back when the next rock pounded onto the grass, though it was nowhere near enough to even graze him. What the hell was that Charizard doing? Couldn't he see a storm warning when he was basically drowning in it?
Dumbass.
Snorting softly to himself, Kazuya found strength and solace in Deimos's lone figure amongst the grey background, and without much more time to think on it, took a running leap off Srpen's side of the rockbed. One, two, three, four, five-- six. A silvery-blue streak of white, with long scarf and tail trailing behind him, Kazuya made his way quickly across the lake, relying on the elegance and precision of practice. It was slightly short lived, however, as both a chill and a shock jolted up his body when the Persian missed and sunk into the water, soaked through to the bone. Stunned, he continued to sink for ten seconds before his body kicked into action, scrambling frantically to break the surface. He had been so close-- if only the feline had looked instead of relying on muscle memory, he would have seen that the final stepping stone was completely submerged in water and impossible to land on.
Claws digging into hard packed dirt, Kazuya eventually managed to hoist himself out of the water, looking very much like the drowned cat his was. The Persian sat back on his heels, one hand over his stomach as he retched up the lake water he had involuntarily swallowed. Now soaking wet and shivering uncontrollably, the only thing worse that could happen was if the downpour started then.
And it did.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:56 am
It was possibly a blessing that the easily entertained Charizard hadn't seen the Persian's discontent while indulging in his game; being in 'enemy' territory, as it were, the rocks may have been aimed at him instead. Lucky for the both of them (as surely not even Deimos would have gotten out unscathed), the dark fire-type was content to exact his lack of anything better to do upon the hapless building across the way, not entirely oblivious that he was being observed. The demi-lizard had that scratching feeling in the back of his head that said there was a pair of eyes on him, but Deimos could not be harried by such a trivial manner. He was certain he had enough stares through the glass windows of the school as he'd stormed out of there and into the misty morning air.
As he was leaning down to retrieve another rock to aim for something breakable on the opposing building, he saw the flash. Grey-gloved fingers stopped short of breaching the water's surface, his head cocked to the side at the sudden movement, fully expecting one of the Srpen brats to come charging at him. Dark brows lifted in silent appraisal as he instead saw the lithe form of the Persian darting like silver lightning, each movement as fluid as the water he bounded over, making it seem as though the lake was nothing more than rippled glass. Deimos stood upright, lifting his gloved hands to clap at the aerobatic display - until the vision in white disappeared into the diluted depths.
He froze for a moment, disbelief writ on his otherwise impassive features. Anyone with a brain in their head knew that cats and water weren't the best of friends, and undoubtedly the platinum haired Persian was no exception. There was a brief inkling in the back of his mind that he should have checked to make sure the other was okay when he didn't surface immediately, but the Charizard wasn't prone to thinking outside of himself - it was just as well, seeing as the feline abruptly broke the surface and treaded towards solid ground, earning a wry smile from the fire-type. The situation was rather amusing, but hardly warranted laughter as the shivering body expelled the excess water forcibly, immediately making the smile fade into a grimace of disgust. Sure, he knew the cat couldn't help it - hell, he'd have been dead if it was him who had fallen - but it didn't make it any more appealing to watch.
Deimos shook his head, lifting his black-gloved hand to swipe his bangs out of his good eye and start to head over to the fallen Persian. Mother Nature and her hair-wrecking ways had a cruel sense of humor, however, as the clouds could no longer contain the moisture within and dumped their contents upon the two.
The Charizard uttered a brief chuckle of annoyed laughter at the turn of events, one wing arching out as his tail was swiped underneath, avoiding the cold drops that pelted downwards. It wasn't that he was unaware that the storm was preparing to try and snuff out his existence, it simply struck him as ironic that the only other being out braving the imminent storm was about as fond of water as he was. His stride didn't break as he continued towards the Persian, feeling a small bit of empathy that he wouldn't admit for anything in the world, even if the feline did look as pathetic as a newborn kitten. Deimos extended his second wing over the cat, unfastening his crimson cloak from his pauldrons and handing the slightly wet cloth towards his pale companion.
"Hey, kitten," he said by way of greeting, trying to determine if the unhappy creature would be tolerable or foe. Deimos wasn't trying to be friendly by a long shot; it wasn't in him care for others. What he saw was a fellow hunter suffering at the whim of a temperamental sky, one who didn't fair in the wetness just as he. Kinsmanship? Not so much. More like a begrudging sort of admiration that the Persian was insane enough to be out there at all. "Nice moves." It was about as much of a compliment as Deimos knew how to give. Regarding the Persian with his good eye and ignoring the torrential downpour that was beating against the curve of his wings and matting his hair to his brow, he commented in a quietly bemused manner, "While it's novel to see someone else out here, you don't quite look like you should be. Gonna make it?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 7:24 am
Pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, Kazuya's brows furrowed, tail lifting sharply before it simply retracted; limp. He was feeling so bad that he actually wanted a shower, if for no other reason than to warm up and groom himself into a more presentable state. More than anything, the Persian hated to appear anything but one hundred percent immaculate. Right now, he was sitting squarely on the other end of that spectrum and shivering uncontrollably.
It was only when the rain was momentarily halted that Kazuya opened his eyes and forced back the knee-jerk reaction to hurl again, body tensing when he realized that he hadn't been alone. No, of course not. Right, this was the Charizard he had seen earlier. What was it still doing out here? Again, was he dumb? More than that, did he just....
"Shut up."
Taking the compliment as an insult [After all, those 'moves' were how he ended up like he was in the first place.], Kazuya steeled himself before pushing up onto one knee. He had been feeling a little better that morning, but his body still hadn't fully recovered from that week of rigorous, unwarranted fasting the Persian found himself humouring. Mixed with insomnia and a dunk in the lake, the feline definitely wasn't in the mood to be mocked, even if Deimos was clearly sort-of helping him at the moment.
"I'm not going to die, if that's what you're asking.-- ... You don't really look like you should be here either. I thought your kind died if their flame goes out."
Tone decidedly void of the same level of concern and more of venom and spite, Kazuya tried to stand up-- only to fall back down in the next second. Baring his fangs as though the ground would fear him, the Persian's tail curled up once more as he denied himself any rest, managing to get up and saunter towards the school building by sheer willpower. It was going to be a slow and painful process, and to Kazuya's horror, this was precisely what had happened a month ago. Three steps away from Deimos, the feline stopped. He wasn't going to admit it, but to be sheltered by the other's large wings and frame in general was better than having to walk alone.
Besides, the Charizard emitted a comforting heat that Kazuya's body wasn't able to produce at the moment. It helped calm the spasms in his body and improve his mood just the slightest bit-- Unlike a couple others the Persian could name off the bat, Deimos actually dressed in a manner that pleased him. Casting his gaze down and looking all around the part of the drowned cat, Kazuya frowned, tail twitching uncomfortably. The downpour, on the other hand, seemed quite happy to steadily grow stronger.
"You're going inside too, right? ... Let's go together." That would be about as much as a request for help as the Persian could force himself in to.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:13 pm
Of course! It would only stand to reason that the first words out of the Persian's mouth would be haughty. The Charizard exhaled in a plume of warm smoke against the steadily chilling air, watching the stubborn feline with a distant air. It was fine if the pale-haired male wasn't the most receptive to an extension of interest. He was used to such things being less than mutual, he just didn't expect it out of a half-drowned furball who looked like a stiff breeze would undo him. Deimos remained stationary as Kazuya struggled to one knee, making no move to help or offer aid.
A soft 'tsk' sound escaped him at the acidic observation, the dark male rolling his pauldron-clad shoulders with indifference, replacing the ignored cloak around his shoulders and fastening it into place. "Rain is like throwing a bucket of water at an inferno." Sure, there was discomfort that came with that, but rain wasn't on his list of things to fear when it came to living. The wing hooded over the Persian flicked some water off and away, still unmoving as the other fell. Deimos watched the feline pull himself up and stalk towards the school, shaking his head and tucking his wing against his back. He quirked his lips to the side, adding in a dry tone of voice, "Seems neither of us are quite so fragile as to fade in bad weather."
Truly, the Persian looked miserable. All that long hair snarled and tangled in the grips of lake water and unforgiving rain, the fur of his tail matted and bunched from the same...it was times like this that the fire-type was grateful for his scales, the water sliding harmlessly off the curve of his tail. Despite his previous statement about infernos, he kept his violently hot flame-tipped tail under his extended right wing, warming the covered expanse of crimson webbing above it. Even as the rain tried to become as torrential as possible and drown them both, he seemed mostly unphased by the threat of water. Deimos figured the white cat would have been more in danger than he, but he'd sure as hell not say it out loud. There was yet brain behind the brawn of the Charizard.
The question and suggestion thereafter made him slightly defensive, inwardly feeling the first twinge of annoyance at the idea of being inside again. Damn, he really didn't like being in the school anymore than he had to. He'd have to scour the building for an outside cropping with an awning of some sort - he wouldn't even rule out checking the rocky cliffs beyond it - just so if this happened again, he wouldn't have to force himself into that glass prison.
Ah. The Persian was probably expecting an answer, wasn't he? Giving a small snort of warm air crystallizing against the continually dipping temperature, Deimos took the three steps to put himself next to the Persian, but on his right side. The feline was far too temperamental for him to make the mistake of covering him with his blind side again. That, and lifting his wing a bit higher to umbrella Kazuya, he could discretely try to dry the pathetic looking male with the heat of his tail. "Guess I am now." He didn't particularly sound happy about it, but it was what it was.
Still, Deimos would not extend any other action or motion to help the Persian. The Charizard was not a fan of touch; if Kazuya needed more support than his own personal buffer against the storm, he probably had the worst companion for that. Compassion and consideration for others were not things he had ingrained in him. Tossing the wet folds of his cloak over his left shoulder, he extended a gloved hand towards the building in the distance. "At your leisure," he said with a faux-charming smile. Deimos was in no hurry.
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