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 Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:38 am
& A Gun to Your Head.
xxx( Deimos & Kiyoshi. )
xxx( la mort noire - - xx & chrystali. )
xxx( lost in the woods. )
xxxxx♚ ♚ ♚
"Is it going to rain soon?"
The evening air was thick and humid, but the sky above was even thicker, blackening clouds gathering over the treetops. A striped ear twitched, thunder crackling in the background. Eyes glanced the deep evergreen surroundings, and a mouth curved faintly into a smile.
"This isn't good."
Kiyoshi gave a gentle shift, his tail glowing dimly in the shadows of the forest. The scent of charred wood surrounded him, both a comfort and a suffocation. His trainer had once asked the question of whether a tree made a sound if it fell when no one was around to hear it, perhaps simply to enjoy pretending to be philosophical for a few moments. But as Kiyoshi stared at the charred remains of the base of a tree, the splintered, fallen giant a few yards from where he stood, he couldn't help but wonder how no one could hear such a magnificent, ugly sound. Tail sashaying back and forth in an elegant, calloused way, Kiyoshi closed his eyes, electricity glittering and hissing against his striped ears and fingers. Pressing the digits to his mouth, the Ampharos tasted the golden, jittery lightning, letting it whisper soft, spark filled hello's against his lips. Unlike the usual, harmless spats of his element, these still tasted of danger, murmured that they'd burn if they were played with too much.
And they had been played with too much.
Molten gold eyes opened to the scene around him. Where beautiful green grass once spread, charred and jagged lines scraped the ground, smoke rising in blackened tendrils from the dirt. A few trees had marks on them still sizzling with the remnants of a merciless strike, others having been victim to more than one, their bases deeply scared. Two or three had caved, and Kiyoshi had watched their fall with an emotion he couldn't quite place. The place had become a battleground, but there was no opponent to face, not here, not now. But still the clearing around was burned and scarred, manipulated into lightnings plaything until it could withstand no more. The Ampharos's eyes sharpened slightly. It wasn't that he enjoyed destroying nature, it wasn't that he even cared. Somewhere in him, Kiyoshi felt a twist for the destruction that now callously marked the area. But it was the only place where no one could see. It was the only place where he could press himself as far, as hard as he could. It was the only place where the outside world didn't matter anymore.
Now standing on the dirt, the scent of rain marring his senses, Kiyoshi was beginning to become aware of the outside world again. Distantly, he was aware of the impending fact that it was nearing nighttime, and one other thing, something far worse. The Ampharos tapped his tail against the ground, the gem beginning to brighten as though an invisible on switch had been tapped. Slowly, he turned from the scene, and started to walk. Sweat pressed down the back of his neck and into the intricate, gold and black shirt, and idly, the gijinka lifted his fingers, nimbly untying the knot that had kept his hair up while he'd battled the invisible creatures of his mind. In the distance, faint lights lit up the sky - were they ones from the lab or the schools, Kiyoshi wondered idly. But the lights were where he was headed... or so he would have liked to think. The Ampharos had escaped into the forest without the slightest intention of going to deep into the shadows, but it seemed as though he'd went far enough to... Kiyoshi turned his head, wondering if it was better to try the other way instead. His feet once again shifted paths.
Do you choose to be lost?
Words and memories played as if all around, faceless voices edging on his conscious. A long time ago, he might have wondered where he was. A long time ago, panic might have seeded in his gut, forced him to run for the safety of home, home, home. But now, alone in the growing shadows, he could only feel a stray sense of wayward amusement. The gem dimmed, quietly greeting the darkness. As the darkness and its creatures began to wake, the Ampharos's head tilted back into a laugh. It broke from its usual softness, becoming full bellied for a moment or so. Here in the woods where no one could hear, he let it out, even though it came from the strange intrigue he had in being the one thing he'd feared one day in the far off past. A tree couldn't didn't make any sound if no one was around to watch it fall, was the same true for the melodic, sharp laugh of the Ampharos? Taming his tongue after a few long moments Kiyoshi's molten eyes flashed to the side, the tree's thinning to reveal a lengthy meadow, and beyond that, more forestry. He couldn't be certain that it led in the direction of the campus, but he would take it over wandering further and further into the density of the forest. Part of him wanted to find the right path back to the schools, to the man who took care of him now. But another part wanted to stay hidden away, lost, pretending to be unaware.
The memory of a face in his head made Kiyoshi want to retch for a moment. The gem dimmed once more, but as he reached the clearing, took in the sight of the sky that had yet to be touched and marred by rainclouds, he felt his body relax, and the red brighten once more. I know you'll be angry, He thought, and the wordless voices and voiceless faces began to ebb from his mind. I know you'll be upset, but please dont blame me. Its not my fault. The lie settled on him like heavy stones in his gut, but it was all he could do to keep the guilt away. Instead, Kiyoshi looked around again, pausing in the meadow and inhaling the scent of rain and grass. His mouth opened into another laugh, and he rubbed his hands against his cold neck and forehead, ebony strands straying over pale skin. "I truly am lost again," He said to the meadow, and that brought on another peel of laughter. "Lost in the woods, little lamb, little lamb." The words were sultry, almost a song.
Dont get eaten by the wolves.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 4:15 am
There were no wolves in the forest that bore scars of a dragon.
The air was delicious. Deimos didn't know what it meant to be cold, to fear water, to admit any form of weakness or discomfort. His self-righteousness and reliance fueled the leathery pump of his wings, allowing him to breathe in and swallow the musky promise of rain; the scent was thick enough to roll around his tongue as high up as he was, tangible to touch like something viscous and familiar. Steadily chilling wind cut around the strong muscle of his wings, his tail whipping behind him like a persistent falling star, a blue blaze that was proof of his presence. And that's what it was, wasn't it? To take to the sky where no other could touch him, a place that was his alone - it was where he felt alive and whole again. He didn't carry others to his domain because it was what he truly felt was untouched by anything but his dusky skin and smoky breath.
There was something possessive about the evening sky with the heavy mantle of clouds. Birds were silent or distantly crying out their warnings, herds and gaggles of critters tucked somewhere safe and warm - even the trees seemed to still under the sweet caress of darkness and rain. The scent of fertility, the feeling of something swelling, ready to break and wash away the complacent stain of life and the traces of assumption of dominance...yes, to see all bow out of sight and leave the sky to him...it was glorious. Deimos felt empowered to challenge the swollen pewter clouds, their bellies saturated with rain, going against the grain. He could cut through the clouds, dive out of the sky and bank against the air currents; a dance for he and the whims of the weather, the rain being his favorite partner.
The sudden but unmistakable scent of charred wood and scorched earth reached his nose, overpowering the heady promise of rain and pulling his head out of the clouds, as it were. The dragon was missing an eye but it was as sharp as two, easily picking out the pocked swath of forest that stood like brittle bones against the green brethren of trees, a skeletal set of digits separated from the flesh of the boughs. Distant beneath the far off but encroaching rumble of thunder, he heard it. The sound was odd, misplaced in the destroyed canopy, but suited to the maelstrom that had brought about the blemish and widely easy to pinpoint.
Laughter.
Dropping one wing and lifting the other, the airborne lizard took a sharp turn and circled the area until he found a sign of what he was looking for - a brief glimmer of something red, brilliant for a split second before being swallowed by the shadows of the trees. Spotting a clearing not that far off from where the eerie crimson glow had been bobbing towards, he clenched his wings and dove downwards, feeling a fine mist beginning to condense against exposed pale skin. Not yet, he told the sky. The clouds merely thickened and grumbled a warning; the storm was coming, whether he was ready or not.
Another tight circle flown before he collided with the ground and Deimos spread his wings, his jacket flaring and his tail alight like some dark angel, descending gently to the ground beneath the hooded crimson leather. His boots touched against the peaceful meadow, barely a whisper of sound in his passing though he did not anticipate being secretive. Mismatched eyes fell upon the owner of the babbling laughter and the lilting words that he couldn't decipher immediately, recognizing the source and feeling unusually weary for the familiarity. The Ampharos - Kiyoshi - this one...didn't belong in the dark, and yet, he reeked of char and spent sparks, a cloak of power released to the point of a raw energy about him.
"Kiyoshi," he greeted the other coolly, lacking inflection in his voice to indicate joy or dismay at seeing the Ampharos. "You shouldn't be out here." There was no threat or upset to Deimos' voice, only the question that his words did not ask and the weariness of his posture. He did not believe in coincidence, and with part of the forest maimed and a rainstorm upon them, the dragon was not trusting enough to feel he could relax around the electric-type that he barely knew.
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