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"I wish I had someone to play with... this is just boring." Slowing to a stop, he flapped his wings to soften his landing, sending a tremor through the ground of the earth. "I need a chew toy... or atleast someone to have fun with. These mortals get even more boring every second." His talons imprinted themselves into the ground, turning the area dark, adding it to the realm of darkness. "All yet too easy..." He turned his black, sleek neck towards a town in the distance, smirking slightly as smoke slid out of his nostrils. "Looks like more fun." Something a distance away from the town caught his eyes, as he looked at it more closely noticing a band of "riders" standing in a clear region. "Hnn... looks like I have some new toys to play with."

A tall man was seen walking through the crowded town, a cloak covering his limbs, but was kept open down the middle. His navy blue was blowing off away from his face in the slight wind, revealing his reddish eyes, and pale face. The man was looking around with only his eyes, a small hint of disgust covering his face. 'Why do I have to deal with these... mortals... they're petty in their holidays, and weak with their hopes and dreams..' Several women had come towards him, attempting to grab his attention and ensnare him with their... 'charm.' One woman successfully stopped him, but she had stepped directly infront of him. She began to speak... "Hey there big boy... looking for a good time?" Instantly his eyes looked towards the woman, a pint of anger entering him. "No, I don't, go bother someone else..." He attempted to pass her, but she stepped infront of him again. "C'mon... I know you want me..." Instantly, a large smack was heard as the man back slapped the woman across the face, throwing her to the dirt. "When I say no, I mean it woman, now leave... me alone..." The woman, frightened now of the man, got up an ran, tearing her dress in the process. 'Why do they ALWAYS have to bother me...? Am I really attractive to the opposite sex?'
The people began to clear the way for the man as he walked by, fearing that he may inflict pain upon them aswell. The male spoke to himself for a brief moment, someone overhearing him. "These people are learning something..." The man heard the comment of him slapping the woman, and instantly crouched down away from the figure. 'When am I going to find something interesting? I'm getting quite bored of wondering around. Everything has to be about me where I go, and escpecially with the women.. since it's Valentines Day.' The man became disgusted at his thought of Valentines Day, the day he hated, more than christmas. Everyone was throwing their love at others uselessly, trying to find someone to do something with before the end of the day, and maybe keep them later on.
As he continued into the town, people didn't hear of his assault upon the woman, and once again, ladies started coming up to him and asking him if they would be his Valentine. 'Such a dreadful day... why would these mortals come up with it?' Boredom overcame him, and his telepathic powers reached out over the village, picking up all kinds of useless thoughts. One though, came from a female thinking about a rose, which was ultimately strange in color. Had someone painted it? He thought not, for he could see it through the females eyes, and it was all natural. "How in nine hells was she able to pull that off?"

A small finger prodded the males forehead, the figure that it belonged to sounding out the words "Get up." in a female voice. In reply, a rather small hand lazily swapped away the other. "Leave me alone." Mizax said. The words were useless as he was already up, and a waterfall of thoughts crashed into the confines of his mind. "What time is it?" Rustling cloth enveloped the silence that should have followed as the 'servant' thought. "It's 3:30, PM. I believe today is the day you're supposed to finish the design for that add-on." She said. His deep yellows eyes looked towards the servant, his eye lids lowering into a small glare. "If you keep bothering me about that, I won't finish it. That'll leave you thought-less."

For years Mizax had been privately working on the designs of a special program that will allow his servant to take up a personality. He had become bored with the dull, emotion-less voice of hers that portrayed nothing but obedience. Of course he wanted strict servitude, but how could he enjoy something so depressing? At that moment, a notice popped in front of his face of the news, which apparently announced the release of Second Life. He had always wanted to help develop the game, but was turned down due to his history, and always apparent title of freelance. They thought there was no gain in having a freelance programmer/scientist.

"Hey, do you think I should get the game?" He asked. The tone in his voice showed that it was just a question that wanted to remain answer-less. However, it was decided that he would get the game anyway. Mizax was curious as to how it turned out.

With a huff of breath and the many cracking of many joints, he removed himself from the soft bed which had held his comfort. The female servant appeared in front of him with the clothes that were assigned for the day, a nod of thanks in reply. He quickly stripped himself of the old clothes and put on the new ones, walking out of the room with a neutral look upon his face. It wasn't long before he was out of the house and walking towards the electronics store. "I hope the game is good, if it isn't-- I'll have to apply for that position again. Can't have a crap game taking the world by storm." Mizax said to himself, producing odd looks from others. A common question to any stranger than walked by him was. "Why is he talking to himself?"

"Here's your copy sir." Announced the person at the counter. It had taken forever to even get to the counter, as it seemed that hundreds of people were intent on buying the game. Luckily, he could occupy his mind with random thoughts and conversations with himself. Many doctors argued he had a rather odd sub-type of schizophrenia, but it was dismissed when he baffled them with bullshit. A soft trot was performed as soon as he was within a respectable distance of the store. It wasn't long before he had reached his home again, looking at the game, thinking about its possibilities. Supposedly it was 99% realism, which promoted severe addiction among many of its players.

Once back inside the comfortable confines of his home Mizax quickly darted up the stairs, throwing himself back upon the bed which had held him earlier. It was no 5:45 PM, and there was no notion to complete the program which he had felt to earlier. "Sorry Tina, I'm hittin' the hay now." The helmet was slid over his head as he placed it against the overwhelming comfort of the pillow.

Tsuya arrived at the gates of the palace, as dirty as a homeless man, and his hair unkempt. He was tired, having walked a long way to get here. Before now he was on an expedition, or learning opportunity with his previous master, Grell, which had ended in disaster. They were ambushed by a pack of creatures which had massively out-skilled then. When Grell had pushed Tsuya into their vehicle and escaped, he was lost in the confusion. Somewhere along the way he had fallen out, and blacked, not waking up until a few days later below a bush. Apparently it had acted as concealment and hidden him from anyone who would wish to make him their slave. It was his decision to travel to the Fire Empire after being unable to find his master. There was nowhere else he'd love to be than somewhere where people were of his kind, other amanojakus. Of course, whether he joined or not depend on the decision of the Lord, and Lady.

When he walked up to one of the guards he was immediately looked at with disgust, the man waved him off with a hand, apparently thinking him some random poor who was going to ask for money. "I need to speak... to the Lord, and Lady." Tsuya said, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. Again, the guard waved him off, forcing Tsuya to resort to his own devices. After walking a short distance away from the doors of the palace he began to sniff at the various smells. It was a difficult process to identify which was that of royals, but they always had a distinct scent that signified their royalty. Of course, that usually mean many baths, and expensive scented perfumes and such. After several minutes of sorting through the different smells he locked onto a particular one. It was similar to that of a Lady, and she smelled like those of his kind. Immediately his thoughts went to think of how beautiful she could possibly be. Surely, she would be a jewel.

With her scent locked, Tsuya began to tread after it, following it to where it would lead him. He was still tired, but his need to find a proper home was more urgent. Sleeping on the ground in the open wasn't good, because slavers could possibly catch, and condemn him to a life full of misery. Not that he would mind, he wasn't particularly a person to have a mind of his own, just a perfect servant.