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 Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:33 pm
The Drunken Neko ((Oh, good job, genius! Now he's gonna have a concussion!! xd )) ((Lmfao. xd We told you we're sadists to our characters. Especially mine.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:37 pm
Hijiri watched, slack jawed, as the other male made an attempt to split his head open against the tree. The brown neko would have laughed if it weren't for the fact that the man had near succeeded and was now bleeding quite profusely from his head wound. That must not have felt pleasant. How Ha'kan was still able to walk in a generally straight line was completely lost on the younger feline.
Hijiri suddnely snapped himself out of his staring and followed after the two, not wanting to get left behind.
"What in the Hells was THAT?!" the scrawny youth cried indignantly, his arms waving about his head. "You just ate tree and I didn't even have to hit you! What's wrong with you?!" Hijiri wasn't sure why he was so upset over the man's actions. Maybe it was because he was the one that wanted to inflict the pain. Watching him inflict it upon himself was like having the cake but not being allowed to eat it. How frustrating!
"Was groping your own girlfriend really that painful? Jeez!" he ribbed. In all honesty, it was the only explanation he could form as to why the other neko had face planted his forehead into the bark...Weirdo...
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:02 pm
The explanation was quite simple. Ha'kan had a long history of self abuse, even back in his days spent within Jekyll de Hyde. Whenever something came up that he knew was indeed his fault, it was self inflicted punishment that he would headbutt the nearest object. It made him feel better despite the tears that would often swell in his eyes. His time spent in Yomi only made his self mutilatio got worse.
So.. In the end what it came down to was the fact that over time Ha'kan had built up a hard head - and was lucky to avoid brain damage.
..Up until this point.
His footsteps swayed left and right, right and left as he attempted to follow the feline up ahead the best he could. Oh, but even Ha'kan was having a hard time walking after that one. ..He didn't really expect to hit the tree so damn hard. If it wasn't the fact that his legs were just nigh impossible to move correctly, it was the fact that he had blood oozing between his eyes and from his nose.
Hey, at least his face matched his hair! ..Ahaha?
"Ahahaha!" indeed, at first glance the boy was in hysterics! ..But all considering maybe he had just finally rendered himself mentally disabled? No, there was a perfect reason behind it. He was trying his ******** hardest to tolerate Hijiri and not tear out his heart, reach through his stomach (via the hole in his chest) RIP his nads from his innards and shove them into his bowels. "It's a bad habit I've got. I headbutt the nearest object whenever I feel that I've ******** up! WHEE!" ..However it was by this point that the line between downright being a smartass and mental retardation was being blurred.
Either way, the fact that the male said it as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with it was still present.
..Teeter. Wobble. Teeter! Some how he managed to keep staggering and lurching forward.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 7:44 pm
As Diss charged he saw the falter in Fujin and for a second thought he may have one. However, when his claws only caught air, he repostured himself, legs drawn up so he could attack the helpless air boy, only to be confronted with the twisting form, blade rotating in his direction. It seemed the boy had more of an instinct for fighting then his blind pride had let on. This bit of underestimating would be Diss loss, and he knew it. He knew he wouldn’t avoid the full force of the blade, it would cut and he would bleed. He however, did not have the time to speed it waiting to heal. The blade came for his left, letting his right leg go limp he pushed with his left, moving the blade. As it met with his ribs versus his back, due to his altered position, his rolling with the blade’s momentum lessened kept it from passing his rib bones. This however was not the worst, stopped as it was, the blade had only one direction to go as Fujin’s boy fell. In his awkward position, he was lying atop his right leg and as the blade went down, it pierced his thigh, pinning it to the ********, so much for lessening the damage! s**t, would have better to take across the back entirely, I could walk fine then.” Diss glared at the down Fujin, then back at the blade in his leg. Again at Fujin, and again at the sword. With one last ‘********’ mumbled below his breath, he took hold the blade, jerking it from his leg, throwing the blade off near the grass line. When spoke he didn’t look at Fujin, almost like a pouting child his voice was very much pissed, “Well bird, what do you want?” He was however, not upset by his defeat, on the contrary, he could care less about that, he had no pride to defend, he cared nothing for such things. What got to him was that now he’d be slowed down for a while, a hamper in his work.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 7:55 pm
Despite his victory, Fujin was crushed beyond belief. He had gone against the teachings he crafted himself. He had gone against everything his technique stood for. He had become a bird for but a moment, and that was truly the crushing thing. The boy could only sit there as his one exposed eye fell upon his blade as it was thrown to the grass. He would recover it later. Instead, he said a smaller prayer for his failure, and for betraying his blade. His words only shown on his lips and nothing more as he begged the great green beast of wind for forgiveness.
His eyes, soon enough, fell upon the wounded cat before him. He should take pride in knowing he was victorious, and he even had taken a liking for the cat before him because for the first time in a very, very long time he had been shown a battle that was truly beautiful and thrilling. Amusing, enjoyable even. Even so, he had gone against his blade and that was the worst thing to strike his pride, moreso than defeat. Defeat meant he still had work to do on his absolution. Betraying that very absolution.. It was disgusting.
Even so, he would take advantage of his win as his shoulders slowly began to shift, showing tanned, lean flesh as his robe was slowly released. He had no particular use for the bakeneko. He didn't want to kill him, and even if he did his life was forbidden. In the end, the fight was nothing more than the test of his skill which he betrayed. It showed there was a hole in it, but proof of that hole should have been marked upon his flesh.
Soon, with the sleeves of his robe now sitting at his sides, his hand lifted to gesture to his back, his head also nodding backward. Needless to say, he was motioning to the wound he had recieved from his match with Kentaro. With it now exposed to the elements, the festering infection would now be obvious. Oozing with puss, crusted blood, and generally not very healthy. Left as it was, there was a rather high risk of him becoming poisoned by his own blood as it aided the germs in festering. Temporary death was not far away.
"Can I trust you to take care of this?" he questioned, calmly, but his own inner anguish more than apparent in his voice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 9:49 pm
Diss stared blankly at Fujin a moment, unsure of what to make of it at first, only to irrupt in laughter at the irony of the situation. The victor asking the opponent he challenged and defeated to tend his wounds. Too funny. “You come into the jungle wounded, and don’t expect to catch something?” Grunting as he stood, started limping toward the fur bundle, “you really are stupid. Great sword skills are useless if you can’t keep yourself from dying from something like that. A true moron.” Dropping his artificial claws by the fur bundle he started limping off into the trees, calling back, “I’ll be right back.”
Limping through the underbrush, Diss foraged about. Folding two large fern leaves, he tied them to his leg with ground vines. Bragging three more and tucking them under his belt, he started scouring the ground. “******** weed, never around when you needed, everywhere when you try to sleep.” Almost immediately his Diss began sneezing as his eyes fell on the flower. A tall stock growing like a tower sported numerous white bellflowers, with yellow tips sprouting like corn on a stock. The pollen was irritating to the nose, the roots made for decent disinfectant. Using his true claws he dug up the ground before pulling it at the base, ripping it from the ground. Setting it down he removed another one from its comfy bed. Breaking the roots from the stocks, he left the sneeze inducing plants.
Back the waterfall clearing, Diss wash the roots of dirt before plopping down behind Fujin. Taking his vest off to get to his ribs, he cursed and mumbled as the stretching pulled on the wound. A stagnant bitter taste filled his mouth as he began chewing the root. A strange sensation, his mouth wasn’t really designed for such chewing anymore, something he still hadn’t gotten quite used to, even after fifty years. With enough of it turned to mush, he began scooping it out of his mouth and working it into the slice in his ribs. The foul taste in his mouth distracted him too much to notice the pain as he worked the makeshift salve into the wound. Chewing more, he applied it to both openings of his leg wound, working it in deep. After running through the jungle for long, he had grown relatively resistant to its various diseases, but it was better safe then sorry as there’s always a new one out there trying to make their mark. After covering his leg wound with his leaf bandages, he turned to Fujin’s back.
“First thing is to clean all this s**t out.” Picking up a handful of sand, he threw it on the open wound, and continued to rub in fresh as the old sand, wet with infection was brushed away. “Then you add, the root.” Chewing more of the nasty cure, he wished he had one. With enough chewed he began applying it. Working it deep into the wound and making it as painful as he possibly could. With the wound packed with the herd, he spit the last of it out, scrapping at his tongue in an attempt to get rid of the taste. “******** s**t, worst than tasting s**t,” returning to the wound his voice took on a malevolent tone, “now to close the wound to prevent further infection. The fastest way is to cauterize the wound.” An evil grin slid across his face as he slid back from Fujin. Taking in a few deep breaths, then exhaling, he took one more and held it, as he did a warm glow seemed to generate from his chest until the let it out. Not gently exhaling like before, blowing hard and with it came a gout of fire. Scorching Fujin’s back and cauterizing the wound. As he stood up, ready to leave the bird writhing in pain he stopped to mock him over his shoulder, “we’ll consider this a free lesson. An enemy is an enemy, never turn your back to them. Just keep washing it with water until heals and you won’t have any problems.”
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 2:28 pm
Unlike the women of her society, Mimi took no joy in the devilish, disciplinary actions she made, especially when they had to do with Hak'kan. But there was something about the August Star, maybe it was because there were others, true Bakeneko around that would find her weak, pathetic and an inexcusable being of a creature if she didn't play by the rules. It wasn't in her nature to blow up in such a fashion, to be overwhelmed with the need to lash out in anger and pain in an effort to make him realize how he made her feel. That is not to be mistaken with the fact that Mimi actually liked Hak'kan's posessiveness: there was something to be said about a male cat demon who didn't want his mate shared, especially in their give-and-take society upon which women often were promiscous. But even to that there were limits. Hak'kan had just overstepped one of them, making Mimi feel not only like a piece of garbage, but a lewd one at that. And although Hijiri had a lot to do with it as well, the only one Mimi could lash out was at Hak'kan because, well, he should have known better.
The female youth walked along with pride, resisting the urge to run, hide and burst into tears. No, she wasn't going to give anyone that satisfaction even if she didn't know who that may be. Hijiri certainly wouldn't care if she cried and Hak'kan wasn't one to take any joy in her tears. Maybe it was her own pride for having stooped so low? She had acted just like Ryoko would have -- no, she had acted like Daisuke would have wanted her to, and complying to her brother's demands was something Mimi absolutely hated. If there was anyone more perverse, more wicked, mor evil and twisted, Mimi would be beyond surprised. For even in a place like where women had the upper hand, Daisuke had managed to raise to power and play his sisters like marionettes at his every whim with very little restraint -- some of them who enjoyed themselves all too much as the cries of absolute surrender carried themselves through heavy, oak doors payed witness. The others, despite their astuteness were simply petrified of what the milinistic leopard would do. Mimi, for example, had played witness when he assasinated their mother. She had been but a cub at that point, too young to make coherent sentences and far too small to stand on her own to make any form of acusation. The pain... that long-term suffering had remained vivid in her mind. Images, that no doubt, were only brought back to the surface a short of a month later when the newborn cubs came to meet the same fate as their mother.
Daisuke was the one who stated Mimi had the greatest potential. There was something about the small white and black female that drove him to the edge, constantly pushing, abusing, taunting and hoping to mold her into his image. He made her feel inferior to the point upon which Mimi's own darkness overwhelmed her. It was with that bitterness, that hatred, that rage that the Empire's 'White Demon' had been born. Could it be that Daisuke had won... that his creation had finally sought autonomy as to rise above the well-natured half of her being? The thought alone made Mimi feel filthy, weak. Was this how Hak'kan felt when he was split into three? Oh, how Mimi wished she had the energy and drive to keep that model feline supressed, or better yet, destroy her altogether.
But this darkness was there to stay, as sure as the branding upon her flesh, decorations of war and hence, marks of Mimi's capacity, were to remain untouched long after death. It was customary for a warrioress as highly decorated as herself to be skinned and butchered as to save the bones, and flesh for a later, higher, ceremonial purpose. There weren't many who had reached the status Mimi had, with the twin paws of Bast forever engraved upon her shoulderblades, the bands of Cycle upon her forearms...
As much as she wanted to pretend, Mimi was not the innocent creature she longed to be and it was a losing battle to stay true to the self she had once been. It was with all this swirling about her mind that the youth failed to hear the sick cracking of bone and wood. Still intent on being left alone, her footsteps had quickened only to stop abruptly at the sound of Hak'kan's voice. She wanted to turn, burrow her face against his chest and hold him but a part of her refused to let Mimi do so. The silver-haired youth struggled against her 'better judgement' and slowly faced her mate.
"Hak'kan, I'm so-- " words failed to push past those plump tiers as the mismatched orbs of amethyst focused upon the bloodied male. Horror writ itself upon her small features as she took a step back, hands rising to cover her mouth, eyes quickly darting away. Look, damn you! See the consequences of your stupid actions... feast your eyes on the sorrow and pain you cause. Don't ignore it like always -- there's no escaping this time, Kyaroru Kusanagi. A muffled scream was the only sound that came from the girl as she turned to run, silver locks fanning up and over her shoulders only to come crashing upon her back. Despite the urge, Mimi didn't move, the image of Hak'kan still imprinted on her brain. Shame kept her in place... how could she? Why him?
I did that... I did that... I pushed him into doing this.. Oh Bast! How stupid can I be? Why-- why don't I think? Quickly did the feline move, footsteps hesitant at first and then urgent. Hands pushed and shoved at the fruits Hak'kan carried, sending them to the ground so that she could get a better hold of him. "I can careless about the stinking fruit. I care about you.. I do.. I really do.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
She could feel him sway, stagger between her arms. Mimi could feel the warmth of his blood ooze upon her forehead and guilt, as well as desperation, began to rise deep within her. Oh Bast, give me strength, for the love of all you have to offer, give me strength! "Stay with me, please....Hak'kan, please."
Concussions could be deadly, and no doubt the youth had one. More importantly, that bleeding had to stop. But how? Mimi was not a healer and at times even the generative abilities of the saliva was not enough for wounds such as the gaping hole at the top of his head. If only Daisuke had let her study the healing arts instead of insisting she become a fighter!
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 4:04 pm
"You're noisy!" he shouted after the bakeneko male. Fujin ended up sitting there with his cheeks lightly puffed out, a blush caressing his cheeks. He knew damn well the absurdity of his request, and he damn well knew that Diss had every right to laugh at the young Tengu - perhaps even one of th YOUNGEST Tengu. It wasn't the fact that he didn't expect to get any form of infection, but rather.. Well.. "I can't reach my back very well." He uttered as his gaze was taken down to the ground.
However, it was as he heard the other male begin to sneeze he couldn't help but snicker quietly behind his hand. Serves him right, for making fun of him! Oh, the thought was downright amusing. The fact that Diss was essentially sneezing his head off in search of what Satsuya guessed was an herb for his wounds. Oh, but if he only knew of the pains there were to come his way!
Oh, but the youth couldn't help but be horrified as he stared at Diss as he began to chew o the weed, and then apply it to his leg! It was.. Was.. Disgusting! It was primitave! No, it wasn't even that because the half monkies of history used some form of tool, no matter how crude! Fujin could only watch in horror as the green salve left Diss' mouth and was pressed into his leg. "That's.. That's not sanitary!" he protested. Who knew how clean Diss' mouth was!
..But he couldn't protest. However, it was when the sand was applied to his back Fujin's nature outside of battle showed itself. When he had lowered his defenses slightly, showed his more age-appropriate side, he was nothing more than a wuss. His hand slapped the ground in submission as the sand was rubbed into his flesh. He could tell Diss was being particularly rough. "Damnit! Do you have to be so rough!?"
It was when Diss blew fire onto his back, Fujin was forced to take up his robe and clamp his teeth down upon it to keep him from crying out as tears swelled in his eyes. Being muffled gasps, mumbles, and cries one could probably get the gist out of what Fujin was trying to say. "You're an evil b*****d!" It was when his flesh was left crackling and burning, Fujin had to gag. Oh, the smell of burning flesh was just horrible!
It wasn't long until his gaze was taken up to Diss once more as he remained sat down, hunched over, still dealing with the after effects of such pain. It didn't help that he was now sick due to the stench coming from his back. How could Diss stand it!? Oh, but soon enough the youth spoke. "We'll meet again." he stated as he slowly rose to his feet to find his blade, and wash it off. Perhaps speak to it as if it were a child's beloved toy. After all, he had to apologize for it's harsh treatment, and how he betrayed it.
"I'm yet to defeat you without betraying my principals."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 4:27 pm
Ha'kan on the other hand walked along gleefully. Or maybe he was just on the verge of death? Either way he looked very peaceful despite the blood oozing from his forehead. Maybe he had damaged his brain slightly, hence his happiness? Under normal circumstances he would just be wandering along, pouting, moping. No, but instead he merely teetered from side to side with hurried steps which would have normally caught him up to Mimi instantly. But the fact he swayed side to side, traveling left to right and right to left was slowing him down made his attempt to keep up futile.
He wasn't expecting any sign of affection. Maybe that was just further self pity. ..Oh where was the nearest tree? Maybe if he spilled his brain he'd feel better. Mimi would have liked to believe that Ha'kan was oblivious to her little transformations, how she was slowly shifting her personality. Or, perhaps how her personality shifted on it's own. And maybe for the first few days of his complete consciousness in Jekyll de Hyde, he was. However he slowly started to notice just how differently she acted. Especially when he set foot on the August Star, her actions were growing to be drastically different from how she used to act.
Some of it made him happy. It was good to know she could stand up for herself, and he couldn't help but wonder if she would scare the ghouls in Jekyll de Hyde if they ever returned. ..Oh, that was worth a laugh. The August Star was having effects on his own consciousness, that much was obvious. It was slowly but surely making him wonder if it were at all possible to return to the mortal realm, just for a little bit! The constant darkness of the black heavens above certain had an effect all their own. How could someone remain sane in constant darkness? Was there no sun!?
Oh, but it was when she turned to face him he chose to be as oblivious as ever. Despite the blood gushing from his forehead, and the darkness approaching from all directions - even his paling flesh - he allowed a lopsided grin to caress his lips, causing the flow of blood to switch directions, run across those curved lips, and to stain the left side of his jaw. "Don't worry, I brought the fruit. The--"
Even as he was wrapped up in her arms, his eyes fell to the fruit his head following his gaze almost limply as he took in the sight of most of them becoming bruised, even downright damaged beyond eating as insects already began to swarm around the sticky mess. "But.. The cubs.." was the only thing he could whimper. The fact he was trying painfully hard to ignore the situation at hand was obvious.
As much as he hated it, his own arms were slowly rising to wrap around her. Why did things around them always have to come to the situation they were in? they'd fight because of his stupidity, he'd punish himself, and then Mimi would only get further upset! It was his fault! It was always his fault! It was as if her own words were falling upon deaf ears he could only burry his head against her shoulder, the tall (Almost gigantic next to Mimi) youth bent his form to make it easier for him to do so. Oh, in the end Ha'kan was nothing more than a big baby!
"You don't regret bringing me here right?" he questioned,voice only becoming a faint whimper by this point. His eyes weren't closed, so why was everything becoming dark? Slowly, one hand reached up to caress her bottom lip gently. "I can change. I'll become whatever you want, just.. Don't do that again." he couldn't help but whimper as he looked back upon that which happened only moments ago.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:05 pm
"The cubs can wait... the cubs.. Hijiri, go feed the cubs please. Please.. " She was almost pleading, begging as panic began to set in, making it nearly impossible to think. Although Hak'kan moved, his actions were slow, painfully so. Even his speech seemed drawn out, hazy.
It pained her to see him suffer so much, and it was all her fault. Daisuke was right, I am a monster! She should have known how he would have react. This place, this god-forsaken planet, seemed to feed on the negativity of a person-- called out to it, enhanced it. Whatever 'bad habit' one was emphasized. Like her need to swallow everything until the point it burst -- Hak'kan's desire for self-punishment.
And as time went on, it got worse. So much worse.
"I don't regret it if you don't," stated the petite female, desperately trying to reign in the misery that threatened to swallow her up. She had to stay focused... Mimi couldn't let herself get lost in the abyss of self-pity. "I'll try Hak'kan.. I'll.. try..."
She shook her head, pushing him off her gently as to let him rest upon her shoulder. Try? Try left Mimi open to too many possibilities upon which she may hurt him even more. What if upon 'returning home', Daisuke asked her to do something more terrible than what she'd just done? For Bast's sake, she'd stood up to Daisuke once before and nearly died for it, but hell, she'd survived! As fearful as she was of that beast, Mimi was the only one who actually had the strength to stand up and defy him.
After all, didn't she leave of her own accord the first time? Didn't she fight for Hak'kan's soul and won? Weren't they together because, damn, Mimi wasn't going to let that b*****d, demented brother of hers keep them apart? "I promise I won't, Hak'kan... I swear it, I won't! Just, don't leave me, okay?"
Slow, painful steps were taken, this time headed toward the vast coolness of the lake. Ignorant of any others nearby, Mimi struggled with the heavy bulk of Hak'kan's form until, at last, she knelt and laid him near the water. "Hak'kan... remember what it was you said to be back in the Hyde?"
Alright, so she was desperately trying to keep him awake and talking. Mimi had seen valiant women die because of severe concussions. "Well, do you?" She reached forth, gently pulling at his shirt and tearing at it. Alright, so she didn't know exactly how to help him but she knew that besides keeping him awake, stopping the damnable blood was the next big thing. "Because I do....and I intend on making sure you're the only one who holds me, okay?"
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:30 pm
Hijiri? Feed that cubs? Oh, that was laughable. In fact, to the point where he simply couldn't hold back a fit of giggles. Perhaps it was just his mind on the verge of breaking, dying under the gushing blood. In other words: did the loss of blood leave him stoned? Quite possibly. Oh, but he dare not say a word!
Oh, but Mimi was hardly a monster. Ha'kan had pushed her to the point of bursting first, that much he was certain. As much as he would have liked to turn around to put the blame on Hijiri, he.. Just really didn't care at that point. Perhaps his mind was merely occupied with other things that kept him from caring? But what? He wasn't too sure.
He couldn't help but look up at her, brows coming together painfully due to the gash in the middle of his forehead. Just where had that come from? He studied the pained expression on her face, and yet again he couldn't feel as though it was his fault yet again that she was in such pain. The fact that she'd try was excuse enough for him. There were some things she couldn't help on her own. It was up until this point young Ha'kan didn't understand all aspects of her life.
By this point her words were falling on deaf ears yet again. Perhaps, literally. He allowed a weak cackle to escape his lips as a limp had rose, swayed, and came to caress her cheek to smear away a particular droplet of blood. "I'll take care of them, you don't have to worry about them." he stated, almost comically due to his situation. Oh, but it was true. Ha'kan just needed to adapt to his body a little more and he'd be fine! Surely!
Hell, the fact he had a bob tail was nearly fitting. He didn't have an extra appendage setting off the balance he relied on.
Finally, the ability to hear her came back to her just as she began to finish her statement. He could only tilt his head and looked up at her with the most confused of expressions. "Where am I going?" he questioned whole heartedly, as if he was going somewhere without his knowledge.
Oh, and low and behold his feet were moving! His gaze was taken down to them, in complete shock! Mimi was moving too, the vortex was taking them! ..Was there a vortex, or was it just Ha'kan's own distorted mind playing tricks on them. Almost on the verge of panicing, he couldn't help but question "Where are we going?"
Oh, but soon the sweet scent of water filled his nose, and he realized just how thirsty he was. Yet, that damn water appeared to be miles upon miles away. Even so before he knew it he was kneeling beside the pool, though it was still too far away from his tongue.
His gaze fell upon her yet again as she asked if he remembered a particular statement he made. Oh, but he said a lot of things! However when she finished her sentence, he knew, and he couldn't help but smile. "Sayonara, aishita, taisetsuna hito.." Yet, his brows furrowed. No, that wasn't quite right.
"'Taisetsu na hito dakara zutto kawaranai de waratteite
Daisuki na hito dakara zutto kimi dake o dakishimete'?"
"Sayonara... My beloved, precious person"
"You're my precious, so forever, always, smile
You're my beloved, so I will always hold only you..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 12:19 am
[ I'm lost ^_^; So lets just pretend Lira couldn't stand being a flower any longer and erm ... yeah ^_^; ]
The velvet red leafs slowly started to pull themselves in, as the impatient flower had decided to change back to the previous form she'd been in. Slowly the thick leafs transformed into transparent wings, while the stampers [?] grew untill they were curled locks of hair once again.
Streching out her tiny arms and legs Lirael smiled in relief. Being a plant wasn't something she could hold on to for very long. Since at those moments she couldn't move, nor actually see. All she got in at those moments were vague images of what was going on around her. Leaving most detail out.
It was then that the youngen thought of Leslie, the dark fea that had been sitting upon her leafs. Course she had forgotten to announce the fact that she wanted to change form again. Blinking, the young female looked around, to the trees around her, the forestground below her and even the branches above her. yet the small male was nowhere to be found.
"Leslie?" irael managed to mumble, knowing that her voice wouldn't stir anything, yet cautious of catching the attention of anything unwanted.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:56 am
The water’s cold wet fingers traced beads down her face and through her hair as she waded within it’s capturing confines. She held her breath as she dove beneath, taking her time till her thoughts returned to the present and she remembered the cubs.
Hisano made her way to the waters edge and the smells around her disturbed her senses and drove her eyes a rage. She stood tall, the proportions of her body held aloft and proud as she listened closely to her surrounding, her sheet of ebony hair falling about her body like a garment, and she shook herself to dry, her hair whipping about her in painfully sharp layers. She fell to her knees and stretched every limb out of the pressure within the muscles. She could still smell the Ki’mei’s blood and it irritated her. Digging her claws into the sodden earth beneath her she coated them with the earthy soil, enjoying the clean and refreshing scent. Standing she grabbed the skinned dress and pulled it over her still wet head as she made her way back to the glen she called home.
Her swift movements were elongated, and graceful, like a doe running through the wilderness. Her bodies muscles moved with grace and beauty as she seemed to flow with her surroundings. Suddenly she stopped short. The scents of the strangers were still within her glen, they had become familiar with the kits and one, one was injured. Her nostrils flared and her ears lowered flat against her head. Hisano stood for a moment, before she heard the irritated mewing of newborns, and her instinct took over as she moved faster within the brush. She stopped, listening, before she made her way under the cover of the bush to the cold infants. She curled her warm body about them, and cleaned them gently, covering them in the fur that fell from her body each time she transformed, warming it with her own body heat before she stood. Her golden eyes mixed with the dark green flecks that were highlighted within, as the sun shone down on her head. She listened again, waiting, she knew they were headed here, but why?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:33 pm
Diss could only shake his head as he was limping away, mumbling to himself, “a child is a child, no matter his skill.” He hadn’t taken note of Fujin weak stomach, brought on by his own burning flesh, he had smelled it so many times before he simply didn’t acknowledge that it could have that affect anymore. Picking up his bundle he glanced over at the waterfall. Then his eyes traveled to the bloody mess in the sand that was formerly the gyuuki, formerly his meal. There had been nothing left of it to eat when he returned, nothing much left of it he could use either. The hooves, horns, teeth, they only did so much. There wasn’t enough sinew left on the legs, only bones. He would have to come back later for the waterfall.
Throwing his bundle over his shoulder, he rolled his eyes as the boy continued on about meeting again and principles. “Ignore your damn principles, forget your pride, your honor, they don’t win fights. Our fight just now if proof of their ‘usefulness.’ I’d watch where you step, not everyone you meet around here will be so willing the amuse fools.” With nothing more to say, turned off into the brush. As the foliage settled in his wake he disappeared from the clearing’s view.
In deep under brush of the jungle, even with the limp, Diss moved with a quiet erieness, like a black ghost leaving only slightest rustle as though a breeze trailed it. He would have to find some where safe to rest, though no such place existed, he would have to settle for something close. Hisano wasn’t a friend, or an ally, simply and provoked aquatint, only because he hadn’t given her a reason yet to hate him. She seemed to be the better side of the bakeneko, an odd thing he had to admit for a warrior of their kind, but women could be mothers too he supposed.
As he neared what he knew to be her glen, the place she tended her adopted children. Simply stood and waited, letting his scent fill the air, the blood would make it quick. This was his way of letting her know he was coming, a simple courtesy he was willing to offer her if it meant not being attacked by mistake. After a short moment, when he was sure she would have smelled him by now, moved forward. This time intentionally making noise, reaching out to break branches and pushing leaves across the jungle floor. When walked into the clearing, he leaned against a tree and slid to the ground.
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