Welcome to Gaia! ::

Alyosha walked over to Sy slowly, not wishing to 'pounce' upon her.

"Hey.." he said quietly, dipping his head a little so that his long purple-black hair fell over his face and eyes. He stood there quietly, still, unsure what to do or say. It had seemed like he had to see her or talk to her only moments ago and now.. he didn't have a clue why.

Errand accomplished, Rahujo left Alyosha's apartments. Seeing Alyosha engaged in what looked like a fairly intense discussion in the centre of the main room, she quietly skirted around the edges, leaving the two alone, and headed out of the centre. It was still late afternoon outside as she strode towards her forge: plenty of light left in the day for work.

She stared at the man for a moment. Having an incubus in your head made your mind twist everything into a perverted fashion... this shy man probably wasn't used to talking to another half-breed. She at least had her sisters, strange and strained as their relationships were.

"I really came to see you, actually. Tea? Not my sort, a little too pale for these times... but no worries, I always bring myself something to drink if I get lost traveling." She bowed and excused herself to the other woman, who had known she was coming here for Aly. Actually, she grinned at it, so it made her wonder if DFly found this... comical in some way, or amusing.

Despite his impression, she was sprawled on an arm-chair, portaying perhaps her more feline manner. She sat on it crooked, her back in the corner, and both legs over the chair's arm, one bent inwards. In consideration of his furniture, she had taken off her boots that made her look a lot bigger than she was- in reality, she had small legs and feet.

"I'm jealous. You seem quite acclimated to a human lifestyle... you must not be too eccentric of a half-breed. I spend at least two to six days a month locked in my home to protect myself and others... from the people I have seen here, they very easily gauge you as a human, so you must not be pestered by too many hanyou issues."

She pulled a few lemons out of a pouch and waited for him to hand her a glass before she squeezed them into a glass, intending to drink the lemon juice straight.

"Oh... well, at least once a month I become completely feral, a youkai, and I am afraid that has kept me from having too much human contact. Gaia has been my only permanant home since the death of my parents." She struggled not to let her face darken at this fact, and concentrated on squeezing the life out of the lemons and stuffing their empty husks with the seeds in her pouch.

"And we both know Gaia has all sorts of people. My sons have helped me to try to keep myself in line... although I've had the unfortunate luck to have twice escaped myself. You're not a cat demon half-breed, are you?"

She plucked a little piece of pulp out of her glass and then took a swig of the strong lemon nectar. It made her tongue and cheeks pucker all on their own and kept her mind and body vividly awake.

"That must be nice... I think it's just the orientation of the animal, really. When I become youkai, I am essentially like a cat in heat... thus why I must be locked away. I become more aggressive than is desired. Being human for a day... is... quite pleasant." She paused to lick her lips a moment, trying to get some of the bitterness off her tongue so she could speak more easily.

"Disturbing? Why is shifting disturbing? Is it painful? Do you lose some control like me?" She was admittedly intrugued and shifted around in the beanbag chair so that she was sitting with her legs in a yoga-like position that made a split look painless.

"Best I can understand is that it has something to do with orientation of the moon and stars... it is usually during a quarter moon... although recently I think this has been affected..." She shrugs after a moment's thought. It wasn't unthinkable that dying could somehow alter someone besides just mentally.

"Don't you sometimes yearn to just be an animal, though? To lose all reasoning... and to live simply...? Imagine that all you worried about was where your next meal was, where'd you sleep... all you'd worry about was surviving, living, not whether something was right or wrong." She sighed a little bit and took a sip of her lemon juice, staring into space... although she was staring in his direction, so it might appear she was more or less staring at him. She shook it off after a moment.

"My mother was the youkai. She was beautiful... simple. All she worried about was living, surviving, protecting us. Father was more troubled, but we lived away from everyone, so even he relaxed. He was the one with the mental powers, psionics they're called. He was a stranger among other humans, I suppose. Gaia would have suited him." Despite her earlier slip into a darker tone, she now spoke lightly of her parents.

"Oh dear, I'm rambling."