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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:05 am
It was upon one of the gates surrounding the castle of Yomi itself the figured cloaked in a gray robe and a blue mask seated himself, staring up at the swirling comma shaped designs in the sky which showed Takamagahar in it's glory. The eyes behind the mask of the shadow hunter - Ao-Andon - held within them longing. Want. Desire. He resigned himself to being stuck within one of the hells of the three cycles of life, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.
He was thankful he wasn't one of those who aided the gods in torturing the souls so that they may repent.
A blue socked, sandal covered foot hung over the edge of the gate wall which he sat on as he allowed his hand to raise up into the air, as if to take the portal into his hands and hold onto it. However when he took his hand away, those purple magenta designs were still swirling in the sky giving Yomi that purple tint which made it the dark land.
..Perhaps it would have been best if he went to the August Star with the rest of his comrades after all? However, he shook his had sending his wild black mane into the air. It was a foolish thought. It was one thing to be surrounded by suffering, but it was another to be surrounded by violence, gore, suffering, and blood.
That was Atora for you. A soul from the Sengoku Jidai who was originally supposed to arrive on the August Star with the rest of the Ki'mei, his technique with the sword was definately deserving of it. Now, however, he was one of Izanami's guardians, and one of the favored Ao-Andon of the Ladies of the Court.
Slowly that hand which reached for Takamagahara reached up to lift his mask back, revealing what was supposed to be a beautiful face. Eyes which were shaped like almongs elegantly, a slender structure, and full lips. However, when his lips parted to allow a sigh to be exhaled, rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth were shown.
To be surrounded by misery.. Thank Izanami he was on his break. His tall and gray cloaked figure slid down the wall slowly. Gray and blue blending in with his surroundings until he was camouflaged completly, but his figure came from the shadows once more. It wasn't long until his blue clawed hand reached out, golden coins in hand, to exchange with a transparent vender for food. The juicy inner meat of a Ushioni, there was nothing better.
He took the bowl in hand and seated himself on the seat which was near by to chow down.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:51 pm
"Mmmm...? Just what are we eating today, Atora?"
It was vaguely creepy whenever Alexander decided to show himelf. He never saw the sense in announcing himself like normal people. Instead, he chose meerely to speak when he felt neccessary, usually whilst behind the conversational partner he'd chosen as he was doing now, humanoid hands drumming eagerly on the shadow warriors shoulders.
Alexander quickly mastered the art of transforming into his humanoid form, despite being outwardly dumb as a post. He looked normal enough save for the sharp horns that protruded from his shaggy mass of blonde hair. He was rather fond of them, and had decided to leave them be whenever he transformed himself. The foreskin attached to his underarms were something he preffered to retract and expand as he needed them. He found them a hindrance a majority of the time.
The lanky guardsman peered curiously over the man's shoulder to inspect his meal choice, his fingers picking a bit of the meat from his bowl without permission. Alexander had grown vaguely familiar with the shadow bender because of their similar duties, and thus granted himself access to completely invade the man's personal space (and food bowl).
"Mmmmn...Ushioni. My favorite." the man cooed greedily as he devoured the meat. He had no qualms about eating his own species. He considered it a compliment that others found his kind's flesh so delectable. He'd even tried eating himself a few times before, but with little success. It was far too painful to stick ones own hand over an open fire. The idea did give him a nasty habit of chewing on the knuckle of his finger while using what brain power he had, however.
To be frank, many things liked to find their way into the ushioni's mouth, edible or not. Other's meals, himself; he was particularly fond of shoulders, to be honest. they were easy to access and fit in his mouth quite nicely. At the moment, however, his oral fixation was Atora's meal...
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 5:16 pm
One would that that in all his time within Yomi he would have gotten used to abush, people sneaking up to him. Being taken by surprise by beasts of the night and darkness. Yet as long as he'd seen the purple portal which doubled as a sun within the dark sky of Yomi, he'd never gotten used to being abushed when he was out of his working 'mode.'
Hence the bowl which was nearly tossed into the air, and the nearly lost pieces of meat from the bizarre creature which existed within the pools of magma at the core of Gaia. Furthermore in his surprise he made his strongest attempt to not make a noise, and that was biting his tongue.
Now granted, that perhaps wasn't the smartest of choices as he cried out in pain in the end. It wasn't the casual 'itta!' from his native tongue, it was an 'ow!' from the west. Oh, no. Of course not, it was jumbled nonsense which seemed to chain together for but a single moment. A language that he himself had made o his own!
Or maybe just a product of frustration and pain. "Asfga!" It wasn't long after he allowed that black tongue to flop out of his inspection. Much to his discontent, as well, that hand that had taken him by surprise reached around to his bowl to take one of the pieces of ushioni.
That slender, black brow twitched as he stared. His food was now tainted by the hands of a Negoro'! He sighed yet again as he held the bowl up to the greedy beast behind him. While that hand supported the bowl of fine flesh, his other lifted itself to support his jaw and head, his elbow placed upon his thigh. "Congrats, Alexander! You're having ushioni today!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 10:03 pm
"Mmmm! Oh, How kind." The blonde beast cooed sweetly, hands clasped together at his shoulder as if completely taken aback by the offer. Without another thought on the matter, he quickly devoured the meal - ceramic dish and all. Needless to say, Alexander was not a picky eater...the man was a walking garbage disposal. How he managed to digest some of the things he put in his mouth remained a mystery. The bowl, for example - one probably didn't want to think on how that was going to make it's way through the demon's digestive tract.
The Ushioni promptly licked his fingers clean and gave a miniscule burp of approval, his stomach temporarily satiated.
The horned man quickly turned his attentions back to the shadow weilder before him, his lanky humanoid body slithering around Atora's form to face the seated man's front. There was a curious expression on Alexanders face, one that entailed an interrogation of sorts. The demon's attention bounced back and forth between Atora and the massive source of purple hue in the sky, his frame folding up in what one could only assume was a seated position; it was more of a deep crouch than anything. It was like the creature was perched right there on the ground like some gargantuan, long limbed fowl. The beast darted his attention back and forth between the two sources of interest before fixating on Atora.
"You make the strangest hand gestures, sometimes." he crooned, his head falling to the side - something that only added to the bird analogy - as he mimicked the man's movements, hand reaching up to the sky to see if mayhaps it had some form of entertaining value. Finding none, the blonde man dropped his hands and turned back to face the shadow warrior.
"You're an odd one." he decided firmly. Quite a sentence to here coming from someone as bizarre as Alexander. Of course, one had to take into account that the man's sense of oddity was a far fetch from normal. To him, holding one's hand to the sky served absolutely no purpose and was therefore a fairly stupid thing to do.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 2:44 pm
He'd spent hundreds around the Negoro, and this one in particular for as long as he could remember within Yomi. Yet the past five hundred years there was always a surprise, and that damn Negoro never stopped amazing him.
Or freaking him out. It depended on how one wanted to look at it, really.
He stared up at the Negoro as the food was devoured, even right down to the ceramic bowl. Naturally, this resulted in Atora adopting a slack jaw expression. It was one thing that Alexander was eating HIS food, but also the ceramic bowl the food came in! No, he didn't want about the health concerns. Or the pain while disgesting. Or the 'final stage.'
He wasn't quite sure if it was the juice from the flesh or just saliva from the beast in a human's form before him that managed to slap him right in the eye. His brow took to twitching one more, and the creature of the shadows instantly took to slapping his eye. Although, granted, it wasn't clear if it was to stop the twitching brow or just to wipe the liquid from his face.
By the time he was finished cleansing himself, and opened his eyes one obviously becoming pink in irritation the Negoro was already before him. That flexible body of his seemingly wrapping around him so that he could stare Atora in the face.
Not a moment went by that Atora was weirded out.
The blue beast leaned back slightly in an attempt to get away from the beastly male before him, his brow arched. It wasn't as if he was scared, no. He was merely uncomfortable. His personal bubble was being invaded! HE WAS BEING VIOLATED!
Rape! Rape!
...Maybe not. He watched as the other male lifted his hand up to the sky as well, leaning forward once he felt as if he wasn't being invaded. His elbows came to rest on his thighs comfortably as he watched the swirling design in the black sky. "I'm the one one.. Yet he just ate a dish!" he hissed mentally before he replied to the beastly man. "I just wonder what it's like up there sometimes, that's all."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 9:56 pm
"I'm sure it's quite tasty." the Ushioni mused thoughtfully, his eyes fixated on the man rather than the portal. Eerie? Just a bit. Alexander finally turned his attention to the glowing mass in the sky, (and off of food, for once.) observing it with muted interest. It was delightfully shiny, the horned man noted. It reminded him of a great, purple flame. Interesting, though a complete waste to put it so high up in the sky like it was. Who's horrid idea had that been?
"Hmmmyes...tasty, and very cold." he said, expanding his musings. Alexander had glided near high enough before to know it was horribly drafty in the sky, Purpley fire or not. What a useless fire portal it was! No heat, no chance of reaching the portal...what good was it, really? It did give the ground below it a devilishly handsome glow, though.
Yes. That was it. It was a substitute sun for Yomi. Alexander felt so smart. He'd figured that out all on his own! How marvelous. He felt he deserved a treat for that one. So, naturally, the Ushioni decided to treat himself. How? Why, by reversing the slithering motions he'd performed earlier so as to get behind Atora and bite his shoulder, of course. Shoulders were such a joy to bite...especailly Atora's. They tasted so delightfully dark. Alexander liked that taste and craved it like it was a special treat.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 4:08 pm
The way Alexander spoke gave Atora the impression that he didn't quite understand the purpose of the portal, although granted because of the fact that the male was so much older than he was Atora was forced to doubt it. But still, the Negoro never stopped to amaze him.
His brow arched slightly as he watched the beast of a man move about, and allowed his back to pend to let him lean forth. He made himself that much more comfortable, allowing his weight to rest upon the hand which held his jaw captive as he began to slouch slightly. "Tasty? Cold..?" Sure, he stopped thinking about food alright.
"If you ask me it should taste like powder sugar." uttered the blue-masked male. However in the end he shrugged his shoulders as he watched Alexander's ascent to the portal, only to fall short. If it were so easy Takamagahara would be full of chaos! Indeed, if it were just that easy Atora wouldn't be there.
It was by the time Alexander had lowered himself back to the ground Atora was beginning to doze off, considering his relaxed and comfortable posture and all. Needless to say once more the beast caught him off guard as he bit him in the shoulder. However, he did not flail this time.
In the beginning anyway.
His brows furrowed as he felt Alexander's jaws bite in. "Nng..." he began to tense up, his shoulders rising and falling in a pitiful attempt at shrugging the beastly man off. "Gyuuu!" in the end Atora stood up abruptly, and then collapses to his knees. It was from that point he began to roll around on the dusty ground, no doubt kicking up a yellowish brown cloud.
Sad thing is, Alexander probably didn't follow him that far. For Yomi? Gods, Atora was a freak.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 6:07 pm
Nedless to say, the Ushioni found today's reaction to be quite entertaining. The horned demon stubbornly refused to relenquish his oral hold on the man's shoulder and watched in amusment as he attempted to shake the beast from his person fruitlessly.
He downright chuckled as the man stood up, only to be pulled back down from the sheer weight adhered so relentlessly to him. Alexander was more than happy to latch on and roll with the man in the dirt. The simple demon figured it was some form of new game to play.
Quite suddenly, the lanky man threw his arms about the shadow weilder's body from his position behind him, his teeth nibbling affectionately on the frustrated man as he rolled around with him in their new game.
It was like wrestling with a dog; a big, stupid, affectionate, dog. With teeth. And arms. And less brain cells.
Alexander's oral fixation was bound to get him into trouble sooner or later; the demon prefering the latter, of course.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 2:07 pm
"K-hhhhhh..." Atora finally surrendered. He layed on the ground with his arms and legs sprawled out and cast to his sides, naturally. After all the rolling stopped abruptly. Indeed, Alexander was like a big, stupid dog who just didn't know when to quite.
Maybe like that little puppy who just couldn't stop humping your leg!
It wasn't long until he set his body into motion, however - although it was weakly. His hands began to explore his sides in search of his lost Ao-Andon mask which had been flung away from his body due to his energetic movements. It was his right hand which found it in the end, and it was after that the mask was lifted to his face and applied once more, the strings which were supposed to secure it loose, naturally.
He was just glad that his robes prevently Alexander from doing any real damage.
With a sigh, he lay there like a broken doll. He wasn't going to move, and to be quite honest he couldn't move very well to begin with, what with the male clinging to his form. "So, what are you treating yourself today for, Alex?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 7:41 pm
How tragic. His prey failed to struggle any further. Ah, well. It had been a fun game; brief as it was. Alexander rolled off of his nibble-ridden victim to sprawl beside him in mimick of the man's actions. The Ushioni pointed into the sky, gesturing with a single finger at the portal.
"It's a sun." he stated rather matter-of-factly. "Why must you ask such odd questions?" He chided. "Odd gestures, odd questions, odd odd odd." the horned man said, echoing his previous statements about the shadow bender's state of mind.
As if suddenly bored with his own converstation, the demon reached over and snatched away Atora's mask. With an interested grin, the blonde put the article to his own face, wondering idly if he looked as foolish as the other did when he wore it.
"What is the point of this?" he wondered aloud. "It restricts my vision." he complained, suddenly tossing the thing aside in a change of heart. Another useless object the shadow warrior had on him. Without a word, the demon started rifling through Atora's robes, looking for anything of interest the man might be carrying on his person. Surely not everything the young man used was worthless and uninteresting...
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 7:59 pm
"He's like a bear.." his brow twitched as Alexander rolled away from him. It didn't the job, but at the same time if all he needed to do was relax.. Well, he wasted a lot of energy! However, it was because of that he didn't put up a fight. Nope, he just remained motionless - and the reason behind it was simple. Alexander was a person that drained him, horribly. That particular Negoro sucked his energy away left him feeling defeated. Perhaps, however, that was just because of his own psychy.
"No, it's not a sun." uttered the sharp toothed male weakly. "It's a portal to Takamagahara, each design is a representation of the three realms." he gave a weak explanation as the hand which once held the mask in it rose to the sky yet again, his finger finger pointing and swirling with the slow turn of the portal. "Takamagahara, Yomi, and the August Star. The fact there is no portal to the mortal realm means that we're not supposed to enter it." But, maybe that was merely his own idea. Maybe, just maybe it was just a sun.
Odd, odd, odd... He sighed yet again as he lowered his hand to caress his mask. Or, it should have, but instead he felt his nose and plain flesh. Much to his surprise, the Negoro had stolen his mask! He step up quickly, his right shoulder pointed forward and his hand reaching out for his mask. "Ah! Ah... Agh."
He collapsed yet again. "It has it's roots in mortal history. Such masks were worn by warriors to scare their enemies into thinking they were demons." he stated firmly. It was one thing that he particularly liked about that mask, it reminded him of his past and didn't let him forget.
It wasn't long, however, until the masked Negoro began to rummaging through Atora's robe, and he began roll away once more. Once he escaped, naturally his arms were raised to hold his robe closed. He was obviously flustered. "Do you have no concept of personal space?!"
He'd been violated yet again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:51 pm
"Personal...what?"
The sad part about that statement was the demon looked genuinely confused.
Alexander sat up from his position on the ground and looked Atora up and down curiously. Well, if the man reacted like that, there had to be something of great interest in those robes of his! The blonde haired demon suddenly rose into something of a pouncing position, his arms poised between his crouched legs in preparation. An eager grin plastered itself on the man's features before the Ushioni lunged at him, tackling him to the ground once more in order to grope and prod inside the man's garb in search of whatever the shadow weilder was hiding.
The demon practically shredded the man's clothes in his curiosity driven search. Up, down, left, right, roll him over to search his back; nothing. What a dissapointment. Alexander finally pulled away after thouroughly frisking the man, his face drawn into a frustrated pout. If there was nothing special he was carrying, why had he been so protective?
Atora was so odd!
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:18 pm
"Eheh.." his lips twitched into a lop sided and toothy grin showing those rows of sharp pearls. Oh, my, that was a horrible thing to do, for it made the Negoro all the more curious. Atora watched as Alexander postioned himself to pounce. It was JUST as Atora's instincts kicked in, tellhim him to flee, the beast of a man pounced!
"Mother..!" and he wasn't crying for his mommy, either! He turned to flee, but stumbled over his robe. In the next moment he'd been thrown to the ground. It wasn't only the force of gravity that made him hit the ground, but also Alexander as he tackled the shadow warrior.
He was rolled left, and right. Turn to his back, his stomach. Groped, VIOLATED, in more than one sense most likely! He began to swat at Alexander as he attempted to flee, but he was soon met with failure into the beast was done.
Once more he backed away even further away, clinging to his robes. The poor thing had become nearly torn to pieces as his robe just barely clung to his shoulders, a exposed and bare chest and upper stomach for all to see, the belt which was supposed to secure the robe loosened. "What is the matter with you!? Don't you understand people need their space?" He questioned as he began to fix his robe.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 11:22 am
The frustrated Negoro sat bluntly in the dirt, his shoulders hunched in a mixture of dissapointment and pouty remorse.
"If you're not hiding anything in your robes, why are you so protective?" he interrogated. " 'what's the matter with me'? That's a pointless question. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm quite healthy." the horned man assured him, his arms crossed over his chest firmly. "If anyone should be asked that question, it's you, odd one." the Ushioni quipped, sticking an accusitory finger at the man's bare chest. "you fight tooth and nail to protect the nothing that is within your robes. It's silly!" Alexander explained, as if everything he said was perfect and common sense.
"Why must you struggle so, when there is nothing on your person to struggle for? Honestly." he sighed, then suddenly grinned. It was a disturbingly lucid, toothy grin. "Unless, of course, the thing you wish to protect is yourself..." the demon ventured, his smile becoming all the more malicious and deviant.
"Aha...that must be it. You're afraid of these hands, no?" Alexander remarked, holding up his hands to wriggle his fingers in an exemplary manner. "Afraid of me. How amusing." he chirruped tauntingly. It was hard to say which was more frightening; Alexander being the lack witted beast the usually was, or Alexander in one of his horrifyingly lucid, clear, and devious states of mind. Both were equally harrying, to be sure, but for far different reasons.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 3:31 pm
"That's not it!" he huffed in frustration. It wasn't lon until he was made 'proper' once more, his robes resting across his shoulders and the belt securing the folded material. It was after that his fingers went about beginning to untagle his hair. Naturally, it'd become a bit of a mess ever since his little fit on the ground.
It was while his fingers glided through his hair and picked out little bugs which were trying to make a home, he spoke. "Well, maybe. I don't like people to touch me." Oh, my yes. He was a freak amonst freaks, even his type of person was frowned upon back in the mortal realm. He paused a moment to observe one of the bugs he had found in his hair. It wasn't that he was dirty, it was simply the fact that since they were actually within the earth bugs were quite common place.
Flicking the rather large beetle away, he began again. "It's like I've got a barrier around myself." he stated, although that wasn't it by far. He was a person who relied on physical abilities, and not spiritual. Needless to say a barrier was beyond his abilities. "And I don't like people invading that barrier. It freaks me out." he finished his explanation, which ended to revealing just how weird Atora was exactly.
"Now if you please, I'd like my mask back. It's going to take me hours to get you off of it." stated the obsessive compulsive shadow bending creature of darkness. His irritation was beginning to show despite the fact he still refused to get particularly close to Alexander.
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