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 Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:18 pm
// ....::::Intro::::....
Well, here's my little story. It's about some people,doin' some stuff,like every other story. But my story is cool, no joke. ;D So please read and stay tuned for more things.
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(Well, since there was originally two parts to my story, I think I'll just blend them and have the first part be like flashbacks 'n stuff. That way, I get more done and more characters are introduced! :'D Anyways...)
....No. Read the first one and discover YOURSELF! Too lazy, the plot is summed up pretty much in the Prelouge. :/ At least read that...Please?
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Post One ..... Stuff YOU ARE HERE
Post Two ..... Pictures
Post Three ..... Alend- Prelouge
Post Four ..... Alend- Chapter One:The Phoenix and the Red Fire
Post Five ..... Alend- Chapter Two:The Arrival of a Demon and a Fellow Friend
Post Six ..... Alend- Chapter Three:A Steady Mind on Steady Shoulders
Post Seven ..... Alend- Chapter Four:Secret Betrayal of Many Forms
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:19 pm
// ....::: razz ictures::::....
[[More comming soon!! I have to be able to provide UNCRAPPY pics.
U_U;; ]]
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[ToXiC][ToOtHpAsTe] Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:20 pm
// ....::::Alend- Prologue::::....
[[Note: There may be some spelling,gramar and other errors. I'll put this into word later to correct it and stuff, things may be slightly changed. The end. :3
Enjoy!!]]
A woman with long,deep violet hair stood alone.Her delicate face seemed so full with sorrow and pain, though her mouth was contorted into a feeble smile. In the next moment, the young woman's face was buried in a man's shoulder. She was asleep, and the man was holding her tightly. His eyes were a mysterious arctic blue, but a stern emotion covered them. They were hateful,but not towards the sleeping woman he held to tightly. Her violet eyes flittered open and she raised her head slightly, a calm smile stretched onto her face. "Ame," she said in a quiet, whispery voice. "I love you."
The man, Ame, relaxed when he heard those three comforting words and leaned closer to her face, where the faint heat felt more soothing than anything that he had ever felt before. His voice was strong, but very calm. "Zannen." He said in an almost unaudiable voice. The next moment, utter chaos and the wreaking of havoc was reached. The woman known as Zannen was shreiking with her arms outstretch and she clawed the air. Another man was holding her back,a tall, thin man who was younger than Ame. His hair was jetblack and spikey. His emerald green eyes burned with an uncontrolable jealousy, but with pain in his heart, he held back Zannen.
Ame's dead body was rolled over on it's side, a shallow pool of crimson blood accumulated around his cadaver. His tall,muscular and elegant body would never rise again. His own sword impailed him. He had killed himself. Zannen's heart couldn't take it, and she finally gave up.
Daemon woke with a heavy breath and coated in sweat. He closed his eyes and curled over, resting his face in his hands.
These dreams...What do they mean.......What do they have to do with me? These aren't my memories..., He thought to himself. He sighed, and pulled the sheets off of his sweaty body. He rolled out of bed onto the light brown wooden floor; his feet made no sound when they made contact with the floor. Rubbing his face and occasionally yawning, he walked over to his door. He stretched a bit and rolled his neck, grasping the brass knob and twisting it slowly. He pushed it open and released the knob. He walked two doors down to the bathroom, where after a moment of locating the soothing hum that wasn't resonating in the bathroom decided to enter.
He took off the faded blue undershirt and boxer shorts he had slept in. He steped into the shower and turned on the water. He disliked very warm water and took a shower in the frigid water. It felt a little like needles every so often, but within a few minutes, it was nothing. He washed his hair, careful not to get any water in his black cat ears atop his head. After he had finnished bathing and felt fresher, he selected the clothes he'd be wearing for today; a turqoise blue vest, a baggy pair of dark blue jeans, black boots, and his favorite black scarf-- which was now becomming a little tattered. Now clothed and feeling quite odd, he walked out into the kitchen where he saw his mother deep in thought.
On the maple wood table, a cream colored vase sat with a pile of flower sitting nearby. His mother's eyes were narrowed at the face and her hands were brought up to her chin. Her short, violet hair looked a little untidier than normal,but not drasticly. She seemed to still be in her trance untill Daemon cleared his throat. She snapped out of it and smiled.
"Good morning, Daemon-Kun!" She said, walking over to him. She was wearing a lovely white dress with elongated trumpet sleeves. The dress seemed to be so perfect and serene, quick like his mother,though Daemon. Her hair ended at her jaw. "Interested in breakfast?" She asked, smiling. Daemon could tell his mother's eyes still showed sadness. It was the same sadness as the woman in his dream. His mother's name was Zannen,and although the woman in his dream seemed entirely different, she was the same person.
Daemon nodded. His mother walked over to a cupboarded and opened it. With a undecisive hand she scanned for something her son would enjoy consuming for breakfast. "Toast okay?" She asked, requesting approval.
Daemon nodded once more and found a spot to sit in at the maple wood table. He scratched his head thoughtfully.
The same...person...? How...? He was still very preoccupied with his dream.
His mother had tended to the toast and had utilized the toaster to the best of her ability and buttered it skillfully. She slid it onto a white, cleanly plate and then handed it to Daemon. "Eat up," She said, her sadness still clear. Daemon pretended he didn't notice. He busily munched on the toast while his mother rounded up all of the lillies she had in a pile and placed them in the vase all at once. She set the vase aside on a wide windowsill and sat down in the seat opposite Daemon.
By now, Daemon had eaten all of the toast and scooted the plate aside with the back of his hand. He leaned closer in, as though he were about to share a secret.
"What's on your mind...?" He asked seriously.
His mother smiled weakly and folded her hands."You've always been able to notice, haven't you?"
He was getting nowhere,Daemon decided to change subjects,"Who's Ame?"
His mother's violet eyes were no longer retaining the saddness that he had seen only previous moments before. They were now shocked and looked almost scared. Her bottom lip quivered,"How do you know who Ame is...? I never told you anything about him."
So he is real... Daemon deducted. The humming he had heard while taking a shower had arrived. The sound belonged to his older twin sister. She slid into the room wearing a small pink tanktop with spaghetti straps, a denim blue miniskirt, black leather boots that reached her mid-thigh, fuschia gloves that ended at her shoulders, and fishnet stockings. She smiled, her aquamarine hair ended where her miniskirt began; it was loose and quite scruffy.
She smiled,"Daemon-Kun! Let's go!!" She zoomed up to her younger twin and whisked him out of the door,calling back to her mother,"Be back later!!"
Daemon, having enheritied his father's Emono Gene looked nothing like his older sister. He had black cat ears, a black cat tail, fangs and a numerous amount of other cat-like characteristics.His sister,Larien, had not enheritied the gene, and like their mother, looked completely human. Daemon's father,Skunk, had the characteristics of a Skunk. Skunk had discovered his secret genes later in life, and because he was so used to having human ears and no tail,continued to do so. Daemon had come inconact with his genes a few months after birth, and didn't feel like trading them in for normal human ones. It was still said that Larien may have the genes, although it was unlikely.
After several wasted hours of spending time in the centeral city, Slin, which was a bigger section of the tiny village Slinthen, the two returned home. This was a usual hangout spot of the youth of the city, and was a very active and social place. A few hundred feet away from the house, Daemon heard a strange noice. Larien was busy humming, and it was becomming quite bothersome to his feline ears.
"Shhh!" He hissed, narrowing his vibrant blue eyes.
Larien's humming ceased and she looked solemnly at her brother. She nodded and anxiously waited for the next few words he'd say. The sun was still relatively high in the sky, they hadn't been out for too long. Daemon heard a high-pitched shriek that belonged to a woman, closely followed by a low bellow. Larien's light pink eyes looked at Daemon fearfully. He nodded and the two charged toward their home with all the speed within their legs.
No more than six feet away from their house, a cloaked figure emerged. The two stopped, trying to get their breath. The figure removed the hood, and revealed the figure was a woman. She had lovely raven black hair and grim aqua eyes. She looked at Daemon and completely ignored Larien's presence. Daemon felt as though this woman were stabbing knives into him with her hateful gaze alone.
"I am Karasu." She said in a stern,controlive voice. "I wanted to let you know I've killed them." At the last word, she grinned. The grin was quite devilish and evoked a fear in both Larien and Daemon which they had never experienced before.
"Them!?" Daemon shouted angrily. But before he got the whole word out, Karasu had vanished. Daemon was puzzled and utterly confused. Them...? He asked himself, then realizing his parents.
He dashed in, Larien tailing him closely. Daemon's knee buckled in shock. His mouth dropped open, his eyes were wide and he was in disbelief. Larien stood, motionless but tears welled up in her eyes and slowly traveled down her face. Skunk had arrived home a little later than the twins had set out, like the normal routine. He ran an inn,although their house wasn't apart of the inn. The house was a little farther away from the town, and seemed more peaceful.
There lay their parents. Skunk's foreheard was gashed in, and he was sitting up right in a chair-- one of the several that belonged to the maple wood table. Blood ran down his face although his head was tilted up, and his now vacant green eyes were fixated on the ceiling. His mother,Zannen, was lying on the floor, a small, shallow pool of blood accumulating around her now motionless body. Her body was limp, and a large bruise made itself visible, it curled around her neck. A large hole was in her stomach, she had been impailed with something, most likely a sword. This Karasu woman had murdered their parents. Zannen's body so reminded Daemon of Ame's; cold,limp and motionless.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:28 pm
// ....::::Chapter 1: The Phoenix and the Red Fire::::....
[[Note, like I said before, there are probably spelling and grammer errors,but forgive! D: I'll put all of this into word someday and make it into a book. It'll be a FAT FAT book. :3 But untill then,bear with the errors. Enjoy!!]]
Several weeks after Skunk and Zannen Emono's death, their twin children,Larien and Daemon still felt miserable and hopeless. Even the ever optimistic Larien seemed a little gloomy. The humming that Daemon had grown so used to floating around his ears had ceased,which made him feel quite empty. He said nothing of it though, he didn't want to alarm Larien-- she reacted over the slightest thing.
The entire house seemed quite lonely,even with the twins in their own company, it still was missing their parents' greeting and everyday customs. Their father,Skunk, constantly cheery and always in a bright mood; their mother,Zannen, always comforting and continuously making sure everyone had what they needed. Both were unworldly kind and never seemed to be angry, maybe sad occasionally,but never in a fit of rage or anger. Larien greatly reflected both parents' personalities while Daemon seemed to the oddball of the family. He was quite puzzled that he was the oddball considering he was the only "normal" one.
This of course was waved off, both parents disliked the thought that their only son thought he was normal. To them, in their own happy world, normal was another word for "uninteresting" or even perhaps "boring". Daemon would always shrug his shoulders and continue living with his wacky family. How much he missed them. He was brought into reality when he heard a quiet knock knock at their front door.He waited a moment to check if it was real or not,it may have been his imagination. There it was again. Realizing he wasn't dreaming, he slid away from the slumbering Larien whom was resting on his shoulder. He was glad he had cat-like daintiness and didn't disturb the sleeping Larien. He padded over to the door, and opened it,half expecting it to be Karasu again, this time to kill them. He suddenly waved the thought out of his mind when he saw the man standing on their doorstep.
This man, or boy persay, was relitively short and neither supported a build of muscle or height, which added to his boyish face. His red,untidy hair reminded Daemon of his father's jet black mop. The boy's eyes were a calm blue; his skin was very tan and almost seemed a red orange shade of color. Along his arms were black triangles facing inward, which looked like tiger stripes. With his very tan skin and bizzare tattooes, he looked very much like a friendly tiger. He wore a beige sleeveless shirt and low-rising mud brown capris. They revealed a long scar on his left shin. The boy's nails were slightly pointed, as well as the nails on his shoeless feet. He wore a wide grin of reassureance and introduced himself,"I'm Goradir, don't you remember me?"
Daemon shook his head,"I haven't got the slightest idea who you are..."
Goradir looked rather hurt,but his eyebrows didn't react. "I'm your oldest cousin,remember?" His eyes widened and he made a series of hand guestures involving the shrugging of his shoulders and surprised motions. He paused,and pulled back his hands. He looked thoughtful now,"....Nah,you probably don't remember me..." He now looked into Daemon's eyes. Both pairs of blue eyes seemed to reach out to each other and tried to communicate,but the effort was in vain.
"I don't know who you are." Daemon stated, clearly letting Goradir know he might as well be a hobo asking for a place to stay.
"Could 'ja let me in? Maybe Larien would know me!" He said,perking himself up.
He must be someone of importance if he knows Larien's name...Or has he been spying on us...? Maybe's a lacky of Karasu's!! ...Hmmm, dunno. He doesn't look strong enough,or intelligent enough...Maybe he is family...
Goradir padded in,his feet were just as soundless as Daemon's against the wood floors. He inched closer to the still sleeping Larien and leaned in towards her face. He knealed down so their faces were now level,"Larien?" He said quietly,nudging her shoulder.
"You awake?"
A groan emerged from her mouth and she stretched a bit. Her eyes blinked a few times and she stared into the eyes of Goradir. "Oh hi," She said, as if she knew him.
"Do you live here?" She said,now a little awake an smiling. "Who are you?"
Goradir sighed,neither of them remembered their own cousin! Oh well,there was nothing to be done. Larien sat up,now alert and ready to ask questions.
"Are you a member of the Emono Clan? Is that why you have pointed ears?"
Goradir stood up again,only a little taller than Daemon,who was still 15. He wondered if Goradir was actually younger as he stated before. "My Emono animal is the Phoenix, and no, the reason why I have these ears," He said,wiggling his ear with his thumb and index finger around it,"Is because my father was a Fire Demon."
"Fire Demon!?" Larien asked,awestricken. Daemon remained quiet and collected information. "For real!?"
Goradir nodded like it was no big thing. "Yup. He died though." He said, half in pity,half playfully. Larien looked woeful, their shared somewhat of their pain together. "But I wasn't born when Dad died." He added,attempting to cheer Larien up.
"Oh how sad!" She remarked,tilting her head to one side.
"Not really," Goradir said,looking cynical. "I mean, Mom says I'm most like him,but we've got like three dads at home." He held three fingers out to represent the numbers of father-like figures in his household.
"Three!?"
"Uh-huh." He said with a grin. He turned to Daemon,who was still deathly quiet. "Hey Daemon," He said,catching Daemon's attention. "Wanna see somethin' cool?"
Daemon shrugged his shoulders and sounded unenthusiastic. "Sure,whatever."
"Pfft.I'll show you anyways, at least Larien would appriciate it."
Larien nodded,"Yeah!!"
Goradir took a deep breath in tried to relax. He slowly raised his arms upward,like a bird about to take flight. Little red flames started to creap up his arms untill there was enough fire on both arms to look like flaming wings. He flashed his eyes open, and a black abyss was revealed. Two large fangs jutted out of his mouth, and his hair started to raise as the red fire pulsed further up his body. His body was nearly engulfed in the flames, but he lurched forward unexpectedly, and tripped. The flames,his fangs,and the strange color in his eyes was all gone. He lay on his back,only his mouth moving.
"Gahhhh....Sorry guys,normally it lasts longer,but when I'm not fighting I get distracted."
Daemon nearly fell over in shock,"That was while you were distracted!!!?"
Goradir turned his head,"Yeah. Why?"
Daemon rapidly shook his head,"Nothing."
...Maybe he'd be tougher to fight than I first suspected...
Goradir quickly sat up and grinned,"I can't wait to help you guys kill off Karasu!"
The thought of killing Karasu had been out of the question since her arrival. "Kill?" Daemon asked,leaning closer to Goradir. Goradir nodded,"Of course. Mom kicked me out of the house to help you guys."
"...How does she even know Karasu killed our parents!?" Daemon said, now realizing how shocked he was.
"Dude, your dad is my mom's little brother. Of course she's gonna know what happened to her family!"
Daemon nodded,"Okay."
And so, it was decided that in a few days,the three would depart from the sleepy little town of Slinthen, and take the grueling trek to the Sekai Teki HQ in Blize. Blize was on the most northeastern tip of the world, and constantly covered with fresh snow from blizzards. The journey would be hard,but it'd be all worthwhile once Karasu was taken out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 3:22 pm
// ....::::Chapter 2: The Arrival of a Demon and a Fellow Friend::::....
[[Blah,blah,blah... errors.... You get the picture! D: ]]
"I shall kill him." Said a steady voice.
"You?" Asked another voice, it was shady and rather cynical. "Little cousin, you are not fit for such a thing." It was a man's voice,and belonged to a demon. His name was Urioyn, and he was a member of the Sekai Teki organization. He was rather intelligent and powerful as well,but wasn't very high in the Sekai Teki hierarchy because of joining for the purpose of protecting the now deceased Elven queen, Adelphi. Urioyn had a younger brother,Erioen, whom was his twin,but was murdered. Urioyn will never forgive his murderer,even thought the murderer is dead. That matters nothing for a demon's grudge.
The female voice progressed,"I don't care what you say,Urioyn. I'm going to Tealc." A tone of defiance resonated in her firm voice. Urioyn gripped her hand and stared her in the eye, his pure white eye looked both consernful and angered. "Even for a demon, Tealc is a dangerous zone, be careful, Neeron."
Neeron nodded,and departed. A sudden wave of urgency clouded her.
Our group of three entered the tabooed city of Tealc soon before sunset.The sky was a deep blend of pink, orange and bits of purple painted the sky. This city,Tealc, was a forbidden to many people--at least people with sensible minds. It was a city full with casinos and bars that littered the grounds. Many, if not all, where drunks and had problems of their own. It was a place of discord and chaos, a haven for those who clung to the few days of life before suicide. The reason the little group of three entered through Tealc was of the dirrection they were headed. Blize was very far away,but going straight as they were now, they'd have to cross through Tealc.
The sun was now dimming and the dark purple sky started to spread. Tealc was a place of average climate, and did not change temperature at night. Larien held Goradir's arm,both a little afriad and curious. Daemon was in front,looking at signs overhead and calculating things in his mind, he unlike his older sister,was very intelligent. A large light overhead flickered several times as they walked passed yet another bar. The light went out and Larien stopped for a moment,jerking Goradir back slightly. Larien's musclue weren't very strong,but when she had a good grip on something, it was almost impossible to pry her fingers off.
She didn't notice Daemon walking ahead of them as he turned a corner. She turned to Goradir. "Can we get out of here quickly...?" Her bottom lip jutted out and she looked rather sad.
Goradir smiled kindly,"Sure. We just have to keep walking." He said,taking a step forwards and waited for Larien to start walking again. Eventually she did,only for Goradir to realize that Daemon was not with them.
"Did you see Daemon?"
Larien shook her head,"Wasn't he just infront of you?"
Goradir looked worried and Larien looked confused. "You mean he's not there."
Goradir yanked on Larien's arm as they tried to franticly search for a boy with cat ears. It doesn't matter who it was, anyone under the age of 30 lost in Tealc was in danger.
Daemon continued on his way, slipping though the clutches of nearby drunkards with skill and stealth. He was now extremely thankful for having the agility of a feline. His kitty eyes were also very good at seeing in the dark,another thing he now praised his genes for. His nose worked exceptionally well, and in his mind, he thought he could surive this dump of a city. He wondered if it had always been this way. The streets were empty in his part of town he noticed, no lights, either.
Something up...or is this side of town a differnt color...?
His cat tail flickered as he advanced a little further,quickening his pace. For some reason,he had forgotten all about being accompanied by his older sister and his cousin, in his mind, only survival was demanded. He stopped a moment, looking at a shredded flying under his foot. Larien...!
He glanced behind himself, no one, he thought it was a little strange when the humming ceased. "I'm such an idiot!" He scolded himself through gritted teeth and clenched his fists. He starte running now,but his nose was so confused by the strong scent of whiskey and other powerful scents, that he could not find the one belongning to his sister. He darted over objects and zoomed past houses, nothing seemed to stop him in his ambitious situation.
That is, untill a siloutted figure came into sight. He stop, to gaze at this lone figer amidst the dark emptiness. It was a woman's figure,and a very curvatious and beautiful woman at that. She stepped forward, shortening the gap between her and Daemon. In her hand was a peculiar sort of staff-like weapon with a pointed blade on each end. It's overall appearance made it look like a pen with a nib on each side. She held in firmly in her head and continued to step closer to Daemon. He could now see her black eyes and her grey hair with black tips.
Her ears were pointed, and smaller than that of a normal human's ear. Clearly she was not a human.Daemon was both severely intested in this woman's sudden arrival and slightly afraid of the leathal weapon in her hand. She blinked,batting her eyelashes as she was close enough to Daemon to almost be considered hugging him, although, her arms were not outstretched around him. "Daemon," She said in a calm but antagonising voice,"Shall we play a game?" She leaned in closer to their noses touched. "Please?" She added in a quiet voice.
Daemon backed away,this woman wasn't someone to play with. Her beauty was a distraction,and Daemon's brain shifted gears untill it reached "fighting". His face scrunched up and his small feline fangs poked out of his mouth. His long,pointed nails would come in handy. Unfortunately,Daemon and Larien had relied too much on Goradir's "Phoenix" and Daemon was without a weapon,a foolish move,but he'd have to improvise now.
He bent low and spread his legs apart,balancing himself with his arms.
She smiled,"What a playfull little kitten you are. I am Neeron,demoness and time being." She took a step back and twirrled her long staff-spear about,showing Daemon she had trained well with his bizzare weapon. She decided to tell Daemon something,and wondered how he'd react. "I know the day you'll die!"
Daemon said nothing,but still maintained his serious stance. Neeron lunged for him, attempting to jab her weapon at his side. He used his cat-like flexiblity,and bent backwards,now in the "bridge" stance. His hands were on the ground as well as his feet,and he sprang back up, and in mid-stand, aimed to kick Neeron's leg to throw her off balance. She parried his kick with her weapon and slithered back,trying the same move to see if he'd fall. Daemon didn't move quick enough, and his shin was nicked. He winced in pain, but would continue fighting for his life.
Neeron grinned, exhilarate by her effective move. While he was weakened, she repedtively beat his arms that were protecting his face as he stood unmoving. His eyes were closed and defended himself,waiting for her to recoil from energy use. His arms were now stratched and bleeding and it now occured to him his nails were sharp. He jumped forward,and with a swift strike,scratched Neeron's face. Four large stratch marks bled on her face and she closed her eyes and stopped.
"That's all little kitty can do?"
Daemon didn't want to admit she was right, they hadn't even come to Karasu and Daemon hadn't realized how weak he was. A strange smell of cigarette clouded the air. Daemon swiveled his head in the dirrection, as did Neeron. A large cloud of cigarette smoke appeared out of nowhere, like a lone grey cloud had been forgotten and had dropped to the ground. It shot up,and was now the height of a man. A figure emerged out of the smoke, a man in a large black coat and had scruffy black hair with a particular shine at the top that relfected the moonlight a bit.
A cigarette was wedged between his lips and his grey eyes flashed with an expression of energy. The coat was open and revealed that he wore no shirt. "Yo!" The stranger said, waiving his hand at Daemon. "Need some help?"
Daemon nodded slowly as Neeron thrust forward,ready to plunge her staff-spear in him. Though when she did, he became a cloud of smoke again. He grinned playfully. "Can't catch smoke now can you,sweety?" He playfully wagged a finger at her before returning a move. His hand glowed a deep red and he swiftly grabbed her arm,singeing it. She screeched in pain and whipped out her staff-spear and tried to impail him again. He of course,reverted back to a cloud of smoke and appeared behind Daemon. "Go, both of us can fight 'er."
Daemon slowly nodded,regaining is serious attitude. While the stranger distracted her Daemon could get a closer hit,and wound her. He stealthfully ran forward,scratching the open skin on her neck. It quickly bled, and these scratches were deeper than those on her face. She jumped back and stabbed Daemon's hand. She jerked her weapon out again as Daemon collapsed in pain, sitting upright but holding his bleeding.
The stranger looked scornfully and with the same glowing hand darted forward and burned Neeron' neck on the same place as Daemon' scratches. She nearly stumbled forward in pain,but caught herself with her staff-spear and looked angrilly at both the stranger and Daemon. "I'll come again!" She roared,pounding her staff-spear once,and disappeared without a trace.
The stranger looked rather cynical about Neeron's "dramatic retreat." He laughed a bit and helped Daemon stand. His wounded leg was hurt,but not to the point where he couldn't walk. "Stand up," The stranger intructed Daemon. Daemon used the stranger's shoulder to lean on while he held his wounded hand in his wounded arms.
"God, your arms are pretty beat up...Oh!" He said,looking at Daemon out of the corner of his eye,"I'm Enosik...You look pretty familiar...do I know you...?"
Daemon shook his head,"I've never been here before..."
"Maaahhh," Enosik said,then sighed.
A familiar scent arose in the air as Larien came running up to Daemon and hugged him,nearly knocking him back,and it would have of Enosik hadn't grabbed his arm.
"Hey missy," Enosik said rather firmly. "Get offa..." He turned to Daemon, he didn't know his name. "What's yer name?"
"Daemon."
"Git offa Daemon!"
Larien nodded and released her little brother,back up a few steps and observed his injuries. "Daemon! You're hurt!!"
Daemon replied with nothing,and saw Goradir come into view. His unshoed feet her unmistakeable, his tanned skin was pretty hard to miss,too.
Goradir stopped,his eyes on Enosik."...E--Enosik...?" He asked,rather surprised. Did he know this strange man?
Enosik blinked,"Woah!! Goradir!" His eyes widened. "I'm surprised you remember me! It's been a long time!"
Despite this reunion, neither Larien nor Daemon knew of Goradir knowing someone in this foresaken city. "You...you know him,Goradir? How?" Daemon asked, looking at his cousin.
"It was a long time ago,before either of you guys were born,but Enosik tagged along when he came to the Barren Oasis with your parents."
Enosik stopped. "Woah woah woah....Who had these kids?" He asked,pointing to Daemon and the blue haired girl.
Larien smiled,"Skunk and--"
"Skunk?!" Enosik said,in mid-laugh. "No wonder I recognized that goofy personality of yours!" He said,smirking at Larien.
"What's your name,girly?"
"Larien."
Enosik smiled and close his eyes,as if he was visualising something in his mind. He paused for a moment,but snapped back into the conversation. "Who was your mother?"
"Zannen--"
"ZANNEN!!" He said,his eyes widening. "Gah, it kinda sucked for me,but I knew those two'd hook up one day..."
Larien and Daemon were both dumbfounded and quite confused. They both stared at Enosik,both speechless and mouthes agape. Enosik looked at the stares he was receiving. "What?"
"How do you know our parents again...?" Daemon asked.
Enosik rolled his eyes a bit,"...To make a long story extremely short; when I was 13, I met Zannen and started to tag along with that little group that was happenin' but Ame thought I was a pest and they started ditchin' me...Not too severe though..."
"AME?!" Daemon asked,his eyes now the size of golf balls. "You knew Ame!?"
The answers of his dreams were within the mind of this smoker,along with an obvious assortment of other secrets about Larien and Daemon's parents. How long had he known them!? HOW did he know them? Did he really know them, or was he lying? Daemon was very suspicious, what if he had a part in killing them and appeared to round op the kids? Daemon knew he'd have to wait to pry this strange dude open.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 7:13 pm
// ....::::Chapter 3: A Steady Mind on Steady Shoulders::::....
[[ERRORZZZZZZ....]]
The wind smelled crisp and quite cool, like it was every other day. It blew a little,though it was frigid,like it would be in the dead of winter. He sat outside with his head lowered and his platinum-blond-and-black hair swayed in the wind. His eyes were closed and his body was relaxed. He sat on the front step of the luxuorious mansion he resided at. His legs were crossed, and his overall appearance made him look as though he had fell asleep before he had entered his house.
A leaf scuttled across his range of vision,and he looked up at the red-orange leaf. It was fall, his favorite time. His dark red eyes started at the unmoving leaf before it was pushed away by the wind. He looked at it in the corner of his eye, it fluttered away,as if it just visited Kiyoshi before the leaf had to bid him farewell. Kiyoshi pushed himself upwards,now in a standing position and bringing himself up to his lengthy full height. He rolled his shoulders and thoughtfully reached for his sword on his back. It was in its usual place,nothing to be alarmed about.
He turned the diamond knob in his hands and entered; the shiny chandeliars [[>_>]] and the gold lined marble staircase all relected light and blinded him,he winced,but never the less,advanced up the oversized staircase. He placed his warm hand on the cool rail and slid it upward as he climbed. He heard a voice shouting,but it wasn't angry.
"KIYOSHI!" It called. "KIYOSHI? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
Kiyoshi quickened his pace up the stairs and entered the main room,with more adornments and festoons of decorations littered the mansion. "Yes...?" He asked in an almost silent voice. "What is it,Mother?"
A woman with short but wild black hair turned around and smiled,"There yah are!" She was dressed in a short but expensive gold dress;her arms were adorned with many bracelets and her ears were nearly covered with the silver and other glimmering objects lodged in her ears. She smiled,but it was a smile of motherly love, it was more "C'mon! Show me what you're made of" smile. Kiyoshi said nothing,but remaine silent. His hands were shoved in his pockets.
"Your father,"She started,inching closer to her son, her light blue eye seeme a lot brighter than it normally was. Her eyes were two different shades of blue. "...He's going to be home today...I advise you to leave before he sees you again."
Kiyoshi nodded and turned around, heeding his mother's advice. He was just about to decend to the stairs when his mother came clacking out of the main room in her tall high-heels, they were very tight and showed off her long legs. Some may consider a 40-year-old woman "old",but to many people,a celebrity's wife would be (or should be) stunningly beautiful 'till the day of death. "Wait!!" She called.
Kiyoshi stopped and turned his head,his feet were still.
"Just don't advertise yourself..."
He nodded,traveled down the stairs,and exited the towering mansion he lived in. It wasn't that his father hated him,or he hated his father,but Kiyoshi didn't like his dad much. He considered him an annoying pest,always tending to Kiyoshi's mother as if they were still newlyweds. His father,Daiki, was also very conserned with his image. His father was blond,and took a lot of time prepping his hair for movies,etc. etc. Kiyoshi hated it. He had been born into the life of a filthy rich millionare who was destined for stardom. He didn't like it much.
Anyone who had ever met him besides his parents drooled over him and continuously thanked him for letting them in his presence. He hated all of the attention. He wasn't a god,he didn't own any organization or company. He was just born. Why couldn't people treat him like he was a normal person?
He stepped onto a street,his hands still crammed in his pockets. His eyes were half-open and he took long strides,to cover more distance. His father'd probably stay a few days-- a month at the most. Durring most of this time,Kiyoshi was gone. He was very thankful his mother,Daavi,didn't force him to spend "family time". To Kiyoshi, it was more "let me make you look like myself" time. Kiyoshi discarded the thought from his mind,and the sound of echoing footsteps resonated behind his own.
...Hmmm....,He thought to himself, not wanting to turn around and spoil the "fun". I wonder...
He continued to walk,but now closer to the red-and-dark brown bricked buildings. He knew this city as best as anyone. A few people who disliked him (about three people in the entire world) called him a stray dog. Since most people adored Kiyoshi,they started ranting and defending him before he even thought. He wondered who this person behind him was. Where they following him?
He stood quicker steps,and heard the familiar click-clack of high-heels. A woman, he noted. The ends of his mouth turned upward into a sort of devilish smile. He paused,the footsteps paused with him. They are following me...Why...?
He spedily darted into an alley, judging by their speed,this woman behind him didn't know the city well. He turned around, and looked at the beautiful young woman before him. Her arms were pulled close to herself,as if she was slightly afraif,but about to say something as well. Her deep pink eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears. She had long blue hair that was loose and ended at her lower-back. Her face was delicate,but beautiful. Her body was partially revealed with what little clothes she wore; a tank top,gloves,a short miniskirt, fishnet stockings,and thigh-high black boots.
"Uhm--" She started,her delicate,but beautiful voice sounded better than Kiyoshi had first invisioned it to be. He grabbed her arm, she tried to tug it away,but wasn't strong enough. "Wha...what're..." She started,but soon was cut off. Kiyoshi had both of his hands around her face and his lips on hers. He had kissed a complete stranger,but Kiyoshi was a little strange--not crazy wise,just unpredictable. The girl didn't resist,but relaxed.
He released her,and had her hooked, she lingered around, her face displaying a deep shade of red. "Uhm," She said,currently at a loss for words.
"I am Kiyoshi Matsuhara." He announced,her face looked quite surprised. She didn't know who he was?
"Kiyoshi...Matsuhara?" She asked,recalling the large sign she read aloud that stated the city of Rynclawn was the birthplace of both Daavi "The Black Widow" and Kiyoshi Matsuhara. Her face blushed again,"You're...Kiyoshi...?"
Kiyoshi nodded,"And whom may you be...?" He aske,slipping his warm hand into her own. She blushed deeper,but continued to gaze into his deep red eyes. "I'm...Larien Emono."
Kiyoshi's eyes widened. "You're an Emono?" He asked, looking her over with his eyes again. She nodded," I don't have an animal..But my brother does..."
"Your brother?" Kiyoshi asked. "Where is he...?"
Larien looked down,"That's what I was going to ask you...I can't find him...Or my cousin...or Enosik-Kun."
Though he had never met him,the name Enosik was a very familiar name. Maybe he was a friend of his mothers. He squeezed Larien's hand tighter. "I'll help you."
He said,his face seemed quite emotionless,but both his voice and his mind were fully motivated to find something to do while his pain-in-the-a** father arrived.
"What does he look like...More importantly, what do they all look like?" He asked,setting aside a section in his brain for this new information.
"Well," Larien began. "My brother Daemon has two little kitty ears on his head," She made hand signs and placed her hands on her head to represent ears,"And he's got a kitty tail...And a black scarf!" She said,pleased with herself.
"The others...?" Kiyoshi asked,awaiting the information.
"Oh right!" Larien said,thinking. "Well,Goradir looks like a red tiger,that's good enough..Oh! And he doesn't wear shoes. Uhm, Enosik's a smoker...And he wears a coat, no shirt....--"
"That's good." Kiyoshi said,pulling her hand and dragging her out of the alleyway.
[[ D: I'm sorta brain-dead... I may edit this when I have more ideas,but if not, I'll keep going with other chapters...]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 3:31 pm
// ....::::Alend- Chapter 4:Secret Betrayal of Many Forms::::....
A woman breathed rapidly, tears were streaming from her eyes and her face was torn into an expression of pure sadness and loss. She screamed and shouted, in search of her missing daughter, her only heir to the throne. She was a queen, Queen Adelphi, to be exact, and the only queen in the world of Alend, the Elven Queen. She sobbed incessantly and continued to fall apart. She was being tailed be her ever useless lady-in-waiting, whom of which was silent and giving no words of comfort or advice.
“Where’s my baby!?” She screeched, trying to find the father of her illegitimate child. This was the never ending abyss of the Sekai Teki HQ, and was always immense and impossible to navigate through unless you’ve lived there for a few years. She saw him. HIM him. She dashed up to him and stared into his heartless, cold eyes. How she had come to love this uncaring man no one knew. “Zyto,” She moaned in a quiet voice, his eyes seemed to pierce her flesh and her heart because of his hatred for her. He hated her with every inch of his existence. She had created her daughter by means of magic and Zyto’s DNA, which she had collected from stray strands of hair.
“Where is my daughter?” She cried, not caring in the slightest for the child, her only ticket to feel relieved of the pressure of ensuring the throne to the next generation. Something that Zyto even disliked her further for was how much having a child was pressured into the royal line. Having an heir was even more wanted than being beautiful. Although, as of now, Adelphi had fulfilled both of those goals, being a stunning beautiful blonde with a lovely figure and a full chest. The pressure had gotten to her at a young age, and she tried to reel in men at a young age, but never had found the perfect one, that is until she met Zyto.
“How would I know where she is? Isn’t she your possession?” He shouted at her quietly. His very pale face was soon covered with a thick shadow as he melded with the shadowy depths of the dimly lit Sekai Teki HQ.
Her lady-in-waiting was still silently waiting for orders; she was of lesser use than a dog, or even a lifeless doll. Adelphi cried, her warm tears fell to the stony floors of the unwelcoming building. Adelphi felt as though she were being watched, and turned around to see the most horrifying thing she had ever seen in her life.
A woman with dark raven hair stood before her. It was a young woman, a very beautiful woman. She raised her head, and her deep blue eyes tore into Adelphi’s heart, just as her father’s had done only moments before. The woman smiled, “Are you my mommy?” She asked, her voice like a soothing bath of needles.
Adelphi cowered back, her breathing was now hard and she lost her voice. Her blue eyes widened and she wanted to scream very dearly, though her voice would not come out. The woman stepped closer, Adelphi took a step—more like crawl—back.
“Karasu…” Adelphi said, the name floated out of her mouth.
“…You are…” Karasu replied.
Kiyoshi and Larien had eventually met up with the cat-eared Daemon and the rest of the group. Daemon was enraged that his previously missing sister had come back with a boyfriend. Everyone else seemed to encourage the fact that she had found someone, everyone save Daemon.
“W—what do you mean!?” Daemon screeched, his black ears were down and his tail was flickering impatiently.
“I mean I love your sister.” Kiyoshi replied in his firm, serious but strangely quiet voice. One arm was wrapped around Larien’s waist and he was hugging her tightly. Her head was resting on his chest. He was tall, muscular, talented, rich, and very affectionate. He was the prince of a girl’s fantasy story come true. The fact that he was a wizard might have something to do with that.
“Grrr,” Daemon said under his breath, he didn’t want someone to snatch up his sister—the only person he could trust—away from him. Enosik slid a hand onto Daemon’s shoulder and leaned closer to the side of his face, Daemon winced in pain as the smoke from Enosik’s freshly lit cigarette floated around his face. “Mmm,” Enosik said thoughtfully and paused, observing Kiyoshi. “Since he’s a wizard ‘n all, and you’re kinda not strong as of now, I’d say ‘stay down or he’ll kick your little kitty a**’.” He nodded again and smiled, “Yup.”
Daemon jerked away from the smoker and stared him in the eyes. “Why thank you,” Daemon’s eyes replied. “No prob, kitty,” Enosik’s added. Daemon rolled his eyes and sighed in anger. There was a pause for some time, and nobody said anything, that is, until the oddly quiet Kiyoshi spoke up. “I know of a good place to stay here. You can follow me until you depart.”
Both Enosik and the ever obedient Goradir nodded and agreed. Larien seemed to be in her own little world, as she often was, but said nothing. Daemon turned away, and started walking, his fists were clenched and his face was pulled into a snarl. “Come and get me when you leave!!” He shouted, and stormed away. He couldn’t stand that controlling and not to mention prying wizard. He’d rather be on a snowy mountain alone with nothing to eat than to be in his presence!!
Daemon trudged on to the market in the center of the city, and thought about selecting and buying something edible. He was quite hungry. The wind was a little bit colder than it normally was, Daemon’s bare arms started to sting a little bit, but nothing too bad. He had stamina, which he was proud of, and if not injured, could face the weather very bravely. He walked on the cobblestones of Rynclawn and soon arrived at the City Market. He felt his pocket; he didn’t have very much at hand, Enosik was the one with all of the money from his constant gambling.
Damn . . . Daemon thought, scanning food with his eyes and came about on a freshly made steamed bun or some sort. The tantalizing aroma was enough to kill a hungry man’s nose. Feverishly, he pulled out his coins in his pocket and gave the cashier the money, the buns were very cheap, and Daemon had a lot leftover. He grinned in his own decision. Suddenly, he felt a aura of unhappiness roll in, just as the grey clouds did. He looked to his right, and saw a young woman. She was a very sad young woman; her hair was unwashed and her clothes looked very old and were littered with holes. She looked thin and her gaze was fixed on the buns.
She sighed quietly and continued to stare at them. Daemon nudged her gently with his elbow, “Want one?” He asked, strangely being generous. Daemon was never very sympathetic towards men, young or old, but was often gentle towards women. The woman turned to him; her sad grey eyes looked into his. “Yes,” She mumbled out, a weak smile crept onto her face at the thought of fresh food. He bought another and handed it to her, her face now radiated such happiness it seemed hardly containable. She ate with such swiftness that Daemon had never seen anyone eat that fast—not even his own sister (who ate faster than the human eye could follow when she was hungry)! He gobbled his down quickly and the girl lunged for him and embraced him in a warm hug.
“Thank you,” She whispered in his ear. She released him and blushed slightly. “Sorry,” She added.
Daemon smiled, something he uncommonly preformed, “You’re welcome.”
He started to walk off into a new direction when the woman grabbed his arm, “I’m Rin.” She said, smiling. Daemon pulled back his arm, pulling Rin with him. “I’m Daemon,” He said, now walking with Rin by his side. She smiled brightly, “I’ve always liked that name!”
Daemon didn’t reply, but looked friendly. “Do you have a home?” He asked, observing her poor appearance. Rin stopped, and looked solemn.
“No… I don’t…” She said, looking down and rather ashamed of herself. “I live on the streets…”
Daemon said nothing, not wanting to drain her happiness any further. He changed subjects, “Want to find a place to stay for the night? This is the first time I’ve ever been to Rynclawn.”
Rin’s face brightened, “I know around this city very well!! I know of some nice places, and some friendly people that help me get by.”
Daemon nodded and followed Rin where she lead him; to inns and others’ homes, small buildings of sorts until she came to a small cottage in the back of the city. In this place, the clouds seemed much darker than they were in the rest of the city, and there seemed to be no one else but Daemon and Rin, who was clinging to his arm.
“You know where you’re going…right?” Daemon asked, cautious and wary.
Rin nodded, “Exactly! It’s not too far from here…” She said, nodding a little.
She continued to walk with Daemon closer to the small cottage with small yellow lights coming from the two windows. She came to the door and with a thin knuckle, rapped two times on the door. She waited for a reply, followed shortly by a single voice. “Dost thou desire?” It said in an almost eerie voice.
Daemon jerked back Rin until she looked at him in slight anger and hissed at him to be silent, rather like Daemon would always do when Larien’s constant humming would float around his ears. “I have brought another.” She replied, and looking like she forgot something, added, “My will be broken.”
The old, wooden door clicked open and creaked aside, revealing a man with light blond hair and a large grin on his face. His expression quickly changed as his eyes fell upon Daemon—cat-eared, cat-tailed and a small fang jutting out one side of his frowned mouth.
“You have brought another.” The man replied with a slight chuckle at the end of his sentence. “Who’s this guy?” He asked Rin, pointing a finger at Daemon.
“I am Daemon,” Daemon said, slightly annoyed, pushing the man’s finger away from his face. So far, this man wasn’t what Daemon considered as “a good first impression”. The man retracted his finger quickly and bowed his head slightly, apologizing without words.
“I see,” Replied the man. “I take it you know Rin… I’m Ben.” He said, thrusting out a hand for Daemon to shake. Daemon’s arms or hands didn’t move. Ben laughed quietly to himself and pulled back his hand.
“Ben, we’d like a place to stay.” Rin spoke up.
“Right, right, right.” Ben said, sliding away from the door and revealed the quit spacious “cottage” of his. Compared to its tiny outer appearance, the insides of this warm, friendly and cozy place seemed like a mansion.
“Ben uses magic.” Rin explained to Daemon, her grey eyes glimmering with delight as if it her magic. Ben nodded in acknowledgement, but returned to the fire where he was reading a fat, fat book that could easily weight twenty pounds. He paused a moment, and with his thumb, pointed behind himself, “You guys make yourselves at home...There’re several rooms back there, help yourselves to any one.” He paused another moment, “I added another one for Kitty over here just now...Hope it’s to your liking.”
Daemon nodded and followed Rin up the stairs in the back of the main room. He must have magic for this mini-hut to have floors of any kind! From the outside, this place looks like it could house a dog, not a person!
He continued to follow Rin up the stairs; she seemed to navigate well in this bizarre house. “Have you been here before? I take it you have?” Daemon asked, touching Rin softly on the shoulder. “Yes,” She said, her voice sounding rather weak. “In dire situations, I stayed here out of Ben’s kindness, although I hate to be a burden...”
What a thoughtful girl...
After their second flight or two, Rin paused, turned around and smiled sheepishly at Daemon, “I’m going to take a bath...” She said, slightly blushing, “My hair is........Well, you can just find a room here and stay there.” She said with a smiled and dashed into the room with the largest door and steam puffed out in a large cloud as it rose to the ceiling.
Daemon nodded before she dashed away and looked for a room with a pleasing door. He scanned and searched, and found the door that Ben must have supplied for him, the “Kitty Room”. He could tell it was meant for him because a feline paw imprint was carved out of the wood. The door looked old, as if it’d been there for decades. He opened it, suspecting it to be full of cats—and to his relief, wasn’t. The floor was covered with white carpet, very soft; the walls a soothing cream color; there was a bed in the corner next to a window that held the full moon within it; small curtains with little paw prints scattered everywhere; a small nightstand and a dresser complete with mirror. This must be magic... I wonder if that damned Kiyoshi has any skill like this...
He smiled at the room meant for him, he liked it. It was a home away from home. His opinion of Ben had changed completely. The paw printed curtains was a bit much, but he didn’t mind. He pulled off his shoes and wiggling his toes about on the soft, velvety carpet. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out the first drawer. A red collar with a large brass bell was in there, nothing else. ...How thoughtful... Daemon thought, half annoyed at Ben’s sense of humor. He closed the drawer and opened the second.
Now Ben had regained his seriousness, there was a pair of black sweat pants and a tight black undershirt with sleeves. Ben was good at examining people and finding their wants and needs, likes and dislikes without talking to them or reading their mind. Just seeing their face and their figure was all he needed. Daemon took off his clothes and changed into these new ones.
He didn’t remember the moon being there when he entered the “hut”, but it didn’t matter anymore, he was sleepy, and the moon was so beautiful to look at. He pulled the blankets back, revealing the white sheets and perfectly clean pillow. He slipped in and pulled the blankets back over himself. The room was originally lit by the luminous moon; therefore, he didn’t have to turn anything off.
He closed his eyes and let his ears do the thinking for him now. He heard a door open. Rin must be out..., he thought. The footsteps paused a moment and continued to walk down the hall until they reached Daemon’s “Kitty Door”. They waited a moment more and clicked the lock until the door creaked open, exactly the same way that the door to Ben’s “Cottage” had opened.
“Daemon...” Rin said quietly, standing in the door way. Daemon sprung up, he looked at Rin, fully clothed, her hair plaited and beautiful, and she looked anew, and beautiful. She crept closer, smiling.
“What is it, Rin?” Daemon asked, now sitting up completely, his hand on the blankets, ready to pull them off.
Rin walked close enough to him and put her hand on his, “Don’t,” She said, urging him there was nothing to be worried of and everything was alright.
“I’m just...lonely...” She said softly, and knelt down so that her head was resting on his hand. Daemon relaxed, if anything was about to happen, it’d be in a long time, the atmosphere was too peaceful. Daemon lay back down the bed, Rin’s head still on his hand. “...Do you...?” She started, but then stopped, her grey eyes rolled around to head to find Daemon’s vibrant blue eyes, which could still be perfectly seen in the moonlight.
“Do I what?” He asked, removing his hand that was being crushed and then placing it on her warm, smooth face.
“Never mind...” She said, blushing in the light of the moon. “It’s nothing.”
“No,” Daemon said firmly, “Tell me.”
“. . . Okay. . .” She said, finally giving up. “Do you love anyone...?” She asked most seriously.
“Do I what...?” Daemon asked, very surprised. His eyes shrank to a smaller size and he retracted his arm, his hand left Rin’s face. She sounded worried, “Forget what I said!” She said, too embarrassed to expose her true feelings.
Daemon bent over again and rested his head on his pillow; Rin leaned in closer to that the top of her head was close to Daemon’s nose. There was a long pause and nothing was said and no movement occurred. Silence lingered in the room. A deathly silence. “I’m sorry...” She mumbled, looking down at her hands, which were now folded. “I’m not who you think I am,” Another pause.
“Then who are you?” Daemon said, breaking away from the traditional “You’re not?” that was commonly said.
“...To begin with... My name’s Lialiver...Not Rin.” She said, sounding almost ready to cry.
Daemon remained quiet, reading to hear her whole story without interrupting her. He hated when people (Larien) interrupted him when he was sharing something, and didn’t feel it right to disturb someone in such an important moment.
“I’m 20 years of age...And I work...I work...I...” She blubbered, now crying softly. Tears silently fell from her cheeks and her grey eyes emit an aura of sadness. Daemon scooted over until their heads touched, “Go on.” He whispered. Rin smiled and sniffled loudly.
“I’m a maid to Vampiress Tsshyeiah Jonquil and her husband, Esloleiar.”
Daemon’s eyes widened, “The Sekai Teki!?” He said abruptly, not expecting any of this. He assumed that she was a little older than she originally led on, but working for members of the Sekai Teki was different. Lialiver—Rin—was still crying, but now, crying harder. “I’m sorry.” She said again, her hands reaching up to her face and now heavily sobbing.
“I’m supposed to.......kill you.” She said through sobs. “But I...I...” She murmured. Although this was still an entire shock Daemon that other Sekai Teki members would send out their own to kill Daemon must mean he’s of some meaning to the world. Judging from the amount of tears and the choky voice coming from Lialiver, she must have a heart for Daemon, and could not reduce herself to killing him. He wanted answers, he was a very logical person, although didn’t seem to at first.
“Why...why haven’t you killed me yet...?”
Lialiver turned around and looked at his immensely blue eyes, “Why...?” She blubbered, though still retaining a serious voice. “I love you!” She exclaimed, smiling and kissing him full on the lips. Daemon pulled away, not only was he not mentally ready for a serious relationship, but did not want to be called a hypocrite when he arrived with a new girlfriend who was the same age as Kiyoshi, to at least appeared to be around his late teens or early twenties. Lialiver still looked very sad, sad enough to kill herself if Daemon were to say he hated her.
“Lialiver,” He spoke faintly. Her grey eyes looking into his. “Why?” He asked again. Just when she had stopped uncontrollably sobbing, it looked as though she’d start up again, but didn’t. “I just do,” She said truthfully.
[[Originally, there were a lot of italics,but I don't feel like putting them in, you can pretty much figure it out. :] ]]
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:59 am
Wow...That was cool...well no it wasnt...IT WAS AWESOME ^_^
You should be proud of yourself [ToXiC][ToOtHpAsTe] i would be. =D
heart Make Moar! heart
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:07 pm
xD Thanks! but acuatlly, I think this sucks. :'D The beginning of my sotry has changed a lot and I've corrected my fine details mentally. I'm going to start writing out a new story I have, Dual Dragons. If you like this, I bet you'll be interested about that story as well. So, I'll probably start on it tonight. :3
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