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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:19 pm
"In another life, in another dream, by a different name
I gave it all away for a memory and a quiet lie."
"And if I could cry, if I could live what truth I did, then take me there..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:22 pm
He was close.
Kaitou didn’t know how he knew, but he knew with every fiber of his being that his imouto was close, barely a hair’s breath away. He had been on his feet for weeks, barely stopping long enough to feed himself and ensure that he was not collapsing from exhaustion. He was far from dropping- he had had extensive physical conditioning, after all- but his guide was another matter. After his disastrous parting with the otherwise affable Pandora, he had found himself in the company of yet another kalona. Nyx was patient, but she was reaching the end of her rope… and as much as he wanted to dismiss her complaints, he knew he was pushing her too far, too fast, and unfairly so. He still didn’t trust her at his back, but she had been tremendously helpful- both in his endeavors to find his sister, and in his understanding of the native language, here.
Eventually, he had yielded enough to allow her to excuse herself in search of nourishment- it wasn’t something he wanted to be present for, at any rate. His nose wrinkled in disgust, though he tempered the expression with an exaggerated sigh. How she could manage such casual acceptance and even manage to be pleasant most of the time, he would never know.
Cloven silver hooves splashed loudly through the freshly packed mud as the masked stallion muttered his discontent to the wind, stopping briefly every now and then to take note of a broken branch, a print in the dirt, an impression upon the grass. His tracking skills had suffered over the years, it seemed, but the feeling of being closer to his objective than ever before spurred him on, gave him hope. His pace only quickened without the shadow of his companion behind him, heart rising to his throat as the wind carried a familiar, but different scent to his nose. The small clues that her trail afforded him were becoming more numerous, more definable. She had been here, his imouto… and not long ago, this trail couldn’t be older than a few weeks, at most.
Black-tipped ears twitched as the muscled stallion broke into a canter, lavender hues focused intently upon the worn path before him, all senses attuned to his surroundings. That wasn’t… no, it couldn’t have been. Was he hearing voices? Abruptly, he ground to a sudden halt, standing rigid as his ears twitched madly, trying to pick up on the noise he had heard so clearly only a moment ago. …There!
Heavy breathing filled the sudden silence of the bare forest around him, amethyst eyes darting here and there as he moved as quickly as he was able without stirring up too much noise in the dead foliage towards where he had heard the sounds. His heartbeat in his ears was beginning to drown out any noise he might have recognized, but he knew his acute senses were no longer needed- she was here. That scent, so wholly unfamiliar and yet so achingly the same, drifted to his nostrils, and Kaitou closed his eyes as nostalgia threatened to overwhelm him. It had been years since he had begun this journey, even longer since he’d actually seen her; would Amaya-chan still recognize him? And… if she did… would she hate him?
That thought, so often the one to keep him up at night, to remind him of his guilt and regret, was almost enough to make him stop in his tracks, to reconsider. At the same time, though, it spurred him on. She deserved better- better than his uncertainty, better than his weakness. He was here to make amends, to offer her what he could. If she chose to reject him, then… well, he could still watch over her from afar, but if she wouldn’t allow him to be a part of her life, perhaps that was his just reward.
Steeling himself with a steady inhale through his nose, the masked stallion stepped carefully into the small clearing.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 8:05 pm
Although the precursor to the last few months of Amaya's life had been heartache, remorse and guilt, the days that had followed had quite possibly been the happiest of her life, solely because of the company that she shared. The half-breed mare had never known the sort of love she had with Shyam had existed, much less that she would discover it for herself. The devotion between them was so complete and so unquestionable that it even bordered on frightening sometimes, but the benefits it wrought far outweighed the risks involved, in her own opinion. She found happiness in the simplest of things now; a tree branch held out of her path by a caring wing, a nuzzle to her chin when her smiles grew tired, a loving smile at the strangest of instances.
She sometimes forgot that Shyam possessed a darker side, though the startling reminders were seeming to grow further and further in between- she could have attributed that to his simple avoidance of letting her see what he perceived would upset her, but she preferred to believe that she may just be having the tiniest of influences on him. He, after all, had drawn her away from the darkness that had begun to form around her own soul before they met, it was only fair that she be able to give him some peace as well.
In any case, her smiles were more bright, lasting, and often than they had ever been, and she could attribute it solely to his presence.
The dark uncertainty of her mother's disappearance, however, did surface from time to time, and in the back of Amaya's thoughts, there was a niggling suspicion that not everything was as it should be. It was all too easy to simply brush aside and file away for another day, but it never truly left her mind. It was unfair to Shyam to bring it up- he had, after all, offered to give up what little he had to follow her to the ends of the earth on nothing but a hunch, and she had declined him. She did not regret it... there was no way to be certain of her mother's fate if they could not find her, and she could no more drag him around the rest of eternity than give up her own beliefs, but the longing to know of exactly what had become of her beloved hahaue was a heavy weight on her conscience. One that she would bear alone. Shyam had done enough for her, though she knew he would carry it if she asked it of him.
There were times that she wondered what she could have possibly done to deserve him.
The momentary dark shadows began to drain from sterling eyes as she glanced over to meet his own crimson gaze, offering a smile that was radiant in its joy. "You seem to be in a good mood, today." His mood changes were minute, almost imperceptible at times since his expression never seemed to change, but the smallest of sparks in those warm ruby irises could speak volumes. As he looked back at her, she tilted her head in what might have been a teasing manner, allowing her grin to grow mischievous as she reached to playfully n** at his ear, stepping out of his immediate reach in anticipation of any retaliation.
Before she could initiate any sort of game, however, the sound of a twig being broken beneath a hoof abruptly drew her attention to an intruder in their clearing, muscles tensing and ears perking in immediate alarm. The sight of what- or who- had stumbled upon them made her eyes go wide, her mouth drop open in shock, and her breathing grow ragged. No... it wasn't, it couldn't be.
"...Aniki?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 9:40 pm
The spirits were toying with him, or so the stallion truly believed, but he wasn't about to spurn their offerings. He knew the games they played, understood that there was some power that he had little control over. He had searched far and wide for the love he had fallen from grace for, and he was certain -- beyond a shadow of a doubt -- that Amaya had been it.
Who else could have been so perfect?
She was intelligent, she was cunning, she possessed an understanding of the shadows that touched all souls, she was beautiful, and she was good. Oh, there was bloodlust with in her, and she was a warrior as much as she was an affectionate mate. . and yet. . . There was a goodness about her that reminded him, briefly, of his younger days. The days when he had walked a lighter path, when he had followed the will of the spirits. He recalled the days with his sister, his parents, his family. . . but he had never truly fit in. He had lived the life they had picked, and disregarded the shadows that clung to him. . . . But she had given him a new life, a new path to walk.
So it was, Shyam had found himself an equal. She did not question or request him to change, and appeared to accept him completely, despite the death and chaos that he caused. She was not afraid of the darkness within him, but perhaps it was because she had a similar darkness within herself. He was not all bad, or so she believed, and for her sake, Shyam allowed himself to humor her, to indulge in the gentler sides of his nature. He would never be saved, but thankfully, it was not something Amaya would ever request of him.
She truly was his better half. . . and it was out of love and respect for her that Shyam did curb his appetites. He did not wish for her to be present when he hunted, when he maimed, when he lured others to embrace their shadows. With Amaya, he wished only for her joy, for her happiness. Monsters could fall in love, it seemed, just as they could become a saint. There was no mare an inkling as important as her, and his devotion to her was unquestionable.
Perhaps they lived a peculiar life, but she did not ask him to change, just as he did not ask her to fall prey to shadow. An unlikely couple, perhaps, but there was no doubt love was there.
Shyam had lost her once when she left on her great journey. . . and though he might have easily moved on, he found he could not. She possessed his heart, and now that she had returned, he would not so easily give her up. When the mare questioned his mood, crimson eyes lit and the horned stallion gave a dip of his head. "The angel speaks truth," he conceded, finding his ear nipped ever so playfully by the mare. Oh ho . . . well then. His wings flared, his heavy chains rattling in protest. "And it appears as if you wish to play. Tread lightly, dear, for your actions may very well lead to unforgiving consequence." His words were gentle as always, his usual mischief laced within. Though it could have easily been taken as a threat, there was no harm to be found, only jest. . . Perhaps the worst thing Amaya might suffer from Shyam was too much affection, for strangely enough, it was one thing the stallion did not hesitate in giving.
Having half-reared, an attempt to elicit a game -- a spar? a chase? -- the stallion reached out to n** affectionately back at the mare when the twig snapped. Not only did it draw Amaya away, but it meant they were not quite alone. With his wings still unfurled, crimson eyes grudgingly turned towards the source, and settled upon what looked to be a blue unicorn.
Amaya's reaction might have caused Shyam alarm, but he gave no outward concern. If anything, he looked more curious than alarmed. He knew the term 'aniki' . . . had been with Amaya long enough to pick up some of her foreign words and phrases. Aniki was the term for her brother, and while he did possess silver locks, and a familiar sort of armor, he would have never suspected that he was such a relation. It was clear to him that Amaya had picked up the good looks, for this stallion wouldn't have tempted him. . .
Unless he was feeling particularly hungry.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 5:53 pm
He had found her. She was here, not a dream nor an apparition, as he had so often feared she would be. And not alone, by the looks of it, but Kaitou was determined to ignore this fact for now, taking a moment to drink in her presence before bothering to address the unwelcome addition to their little reunion.
She looked so much like their mother- the grace and poise with which she held herself was so achingly reminiscent of okaa-san that he was forced to pause and steady his breath. The long-limbed, gangly and awkward young filly he had looked after had grown into a beautiful young mare, worthy of being called her mother's daughter- although he was dismayed to see that her kalona features had become that much more prominent over the years. The tiny spikes and talons that had been hidden behind the black and silver feathering adorning her wings had lengthened, become sharp and deadly. The sterling-tipped horns that had barely protruded from her short, wild locks now curved wickedly upwards into dangerous, glistening points. Worst of all, he noted with a small cringe, the small fangs that had only shown as a foal when she had smiled or yawned were now plainly visible, poking out into her lower lip and inciting a distinctly more feral, animalistic appearance.
He wondered if she hunted. As a child, she had been able to survive mostly on greens, like her kin, but her diet always needed to be supplemented with small amounts of meat after she had reached a certain age. Weak and sickly at first, until they had found that she could not survive solely on plants, he hadn't begun to consider that she might have taken to becoming a predator- was there a possibility she enjoyed it now? She might have embraced the differences in their physiology, what had made her so alien to the rest of them... perhaps she even coveted them. No... he could not believe that of his Amaya-chan, no matter how much the darker side of her shone through.
Kaitou did take note, with a twinge of pride, the ornate mask and armor that she wore, though he knew she could not possibly have earned it under their grandfather's rule. Jii-sama would never have allowed her a rank amongst the Koken'nin, but perhaps that may have been more of a blessing to her than a curse. He wondered if she thought the mask a burden, a heavy weight to bear as he did... but why would she? The duty that it symbolized was one she had never been saddled with, never experienced for herself. Had she coveted it because of a desire to protect okaa-san? Because she had idolized him? He had known that as a child, it was all she had ever wanted, but how much had changed, when he had abandoned her to her fate?
Hesitantly, the dark stallion stepped forward, head lowered, with amethyst hues fixed intently upon his sister. He had eyes for no one else, steadily refusing to acknowledge the presence at her side as he smiled, softly, in greeting.
"Imouto... watashi wa amarini mo nagaiai, anata no tame ni kensaku shimashita."
Out of curiosity, if nothing else, he let his gaze dart towards her unexpected company, the gentle smile upon his features dropping instantly in a mixture of shock and dismayed realization as recognition dawned. A Fallen? His imouto was keeping company with a Fallen? What business did he have with Amaya? Despite himself, Kaitou could feel his protective instincts rising to the surface, though he made a conscious effort to suppress them, willing his tensed muscles back into relaxation. Amaya was unlikely to look upon any immediate hostile action against her guest with benevolence, even if it was in her defense. He had never met a Fallen personally, but the stories he had heard did not exactly paint them in a positive light- they were without morals, without sentimentality, without the potential for kindness or good.
"Anata wa kaisha nodo no yona shurui o tamotte imasu ka, Amaya-chan?"
Did she realize the dangers she invited by allowing one such as him so near to her person? Was it deliberate? Had she changed so much that she knowingly invited darkness such as this into her home? Again, the masked stallion fought the urge to advance, to demand that this intruder step away from his imouto, though he did allow for a hostile glare at the dark angeni.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 7:10 pm
For a moment, Amaya could only gape in incredulity of what her eyes told her, all senses attuned to the still form across the small clearing, games forgotten. He could not be standing there, perfectly whole and unharmed, as if he had simply stepped out of her memories, a manifestation of everything she had once dreamed of, had once wanted more than anything. His disappearance had left a gaping wound in her soul that had never completely healed, never completely come to terms with, and the shadow that had remained had followed in her every footstep since leaving her ancestral home. And yet...
"I thought you were dead," she stated flatly, silver irises becoming shuttered and guarded beneath an instantly-formed layer of protective ice. It was almost offensive, to see he hadn't changed at all, that her assumptions behind the reason for his abandonment had been so wrong, and he stood before her in spite of it all. If he was here, and her suspicions had been incorrect, then why had he left? How could he have left? The unanswered questions burned in her throat, pulled at the now freshly-bleeding wound that his unexpected reappearance had torn open anew, and she swallowed heavily against the sudden tightness of her throat. His statement that he had been searching for her... rather than warming her as he might have intended it to, it only made her tense in the indignity of it all, eying him with forced civility as she spoke aloud.
“Speak plainly, aniki. I know you can.” Her own gaze flickered knowingly to the steadfast stallion at her side, the one she had so come to rely on and adore in recent months. Words simply could not express how grateful she was for his presence here and now, an anchor to keep her from being swept away in the mixture of hope, doubt, pain and despair that her dear brother had brought back with him. “I have no secrets to keep.” The words were pointed, guarded, but not accusatory. Not yet. She was nothing if not fair; he had an opportunity to explain himself before she would make the leap into anger and hurt feelings, but what he had to offer could not possibly provide a resolution to years of perceived grief and loss. If he was not dead, that meant he had left them willingly... and try as she might, Amaya could not think of a single valid reason that he would have to do so.
All she had had in life was her hahaue and her aniki, and she had loved them both with the intensity of a child who wanted nothing else. Kaitou had looked after them both when she had been too young to understand what they had needed protection from. Now, to think that he had simply walked away from them, willingly... it was almost more than she could bear to consider.
Unconsciously, the dark mare let her weight shift against Shyam's side, drawing strength from his unspoken support and consideration, though her gaze never left the unmoving form of her brother. Absently, she wondered what he thought of all this, if anything. Her own recanting of her troubled childhood had only prompted a rather vague statement of family's importance, but along with a declaration of his own devotion, as he had offered to join her in the search for her mother. What must he think of her family now? She had thought her brother dead, but knowing now that he must have left them of his own volition, would she have included him in her search? Demanded answers to the questions his continued existence incited?
Although she intended to speak only with the intention of using a forced calmness and level-headed logic, his next question brought about a surge of incredulous anger that he was so clearly trying to avoid. She had caught sight of his pointed glares towards the stallion that was now her life, his wariness at their closeness, and to think that he dared to step in after years of unexplained absence and question her decisions very nearly brought Amaya to her breaking point.
"What right do you have to question my company?" she demanded, stepping in front of Shyam with a threatening flare of her wings, silver hues narrowed in righteous anger. "What right do you have to question any decision of mine, Kaitou?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 7:33 pm
The winged stallion had no idea what Kaitou spoke, but he also had minimal interest. He didn't need to know what the blue coated male needed to say, as his glares served speech enough for Shyam. He was quite accustomed to reading body language, and if Kaitou wished to play this sort of game, than so be it.
So long as Amaya was not harmed or hurt, was not pained, than that was all the stallion could wish.
Crimson eyes stared out at the stallion, his expression gentle, if not a touch amused. When Amaya leaned closer to him, he did not hesitate to lift a wing and tuck it ever so tenderly over her back, gentle reassurance that he was there, and had no intention of leaving. Granted, he could only flash a polite smile at Kaitou, his own fangs visible for the briefest of moments.
Still, he turned his gaze toward Amaya, seriousness quickly returning to his expression as she spoke, as her words became guarded, cool. So much for an afternoon of games and play. Simply one more mark upon the unicorn's head. . . . As much as Shyam desired to invite the stallion over to play a new game, he was certain the unicorn might not find as much satisfaction in it as Shyam would. In fact, it would likely get him in trouble with Amaya, and wounding her ultimately wounded him.
No.
Until she gave word that Kaitou could be dismissed, that he had no more meaning in her life, that she was through with him, he would keep his fangs to himself and let the stallion another days breath. That would give him time enough to properly get to know his brother-in-law, and make his own judgements on what to do with him later.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:31 pm
Although his gaze was fixed steadily upon the intruder in their midst- and he noted with aggravation the mocking smile he received in return- the unicorn stallion was taken aback by the vehemence in his sister's tone; a cool anger that he had never seen or heard from her before. Immediately, he reigned in his temper, managing to appear at least a bit contrite in his lackluster greeting, but it was less than sincere. Though he was obviously a welcome fixture in Amaya's eyes, Kaitou could only reconcile this Fallen as a menace- one who could possibly be coercing his imouto, even if she did, on some level, trust him. The gentle comforting gesture he used to pull Amaya closer to his side did not go unnoticed, but Kaitou wondered at it's motive, and struggled with the desire to separate them himself.
In truth, the masked stallion, despite his bravado, knew very little about Angeni, and Fallen in particular. There were myths and legends around them floating about every herd in the western territories, but none seemed to revolve around facts- at least, not anything that could be confirmed as fact. What he had heard, however, was disturbing at best, and chilling at worst. No matter what good she might have seen in him, Amaya had to be aware that he had fallen for a reason, and his stay in the mortal world could not be without consequence.
His attention was, begrudgingly, returned to the indignant form of his younger sister, and he noted with a stab of hurt the pointed jab of her demand to speak the native language, here; the implication that he had secrets to keep. It was not accusatory- he knew her better than that, despite how much time may have passed- but it was not without valid cause, either. Obviously, he had kept quite a few things from her... though he had not been aware that his disappearance had been assumed to be his death. Why he hadn't considered it was a mystery all on its own; it did make sense that Jii-sama would forbid any mention of his return, because of the manner of his departure. He certainly hadn't gone with his grandfather's blessing, and he hadn't the heart to confront their mother about it.
To know that she had suffered the grief and loss at such an early age, though... regret and guilt twisted coldly in his stomach.
Amethyst eyes lowered, suddenly unable to meet the silver gaze that he had once known so well- okaa-san's eyes, though perhaps a bit more frigid, and a bit less sad. Perhaps he was to blame for that, as well. Had his 'death' played a part in hardening her heart, forcing her to face the world with bitterness and contempt? Already, he could see that the situation was deteriorating, and he spoke again, desperation rising in him to make amends, to salvage this last chance with his imouto.
"I have missed you."
The unfamiliar words were like lead on his tongue- not because they were untruthful, but because it felt wrong to address her in a language that was not his own. The meanings and phrasing were correct, he knew from his recent teachings, but their sound felt alien to his ears. Amaya seemed to have adapted to it well, it seemed. His own accent was thick and stumbling, despite even her words and speech having a flowing grace to them. Okaa-san would have been proud to see her now, looking every bit the beautiful, intelligent and independent young mare he knew she had dreamed of raising. He fought away the painful remembrance, and forced himself to once more look upon their hovering company.
"I am Kaitou," he addressed the dark stallion, eyeing his bloodstains, heavy chains and twisted horns with a detached politeness, obviously making the introduction for his sister's benefit only. "I am Amaya-chan's brother."
He could force himself to say no more in civil tones, though there were questions, demands and threats that itched for freedom on the tip of his tongue. He would accept the onyx and crimson stallion's presence for now, since he had no choice in the matter, but it went without saying that he was determined to open his sister's eyes to the danger that this Fallen presented. For the moment, he settled his attention back on the unikalona mare and spoke in what he hoped was a placating voice, lowering his own head in exaggerated submission.
"I am not here to make decisions for your life, imouto."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 10:03 pm
Amaya was not blind to the silent communication going on between the angeni stallion at her side and the unicorn across the clearing, but her only interference would come when one acted upon the hostile intent that so clearly radiated between the two males. Only one had a threat behind their gaze, and it wasn't her beloved. It was difficult to reconcile this wary, suspicious stranger with her kind, gentle brother, and she felt the indignity of this situation raise her frustration to staggering heights, even as he attempted to placate her with civil introductions.
“Half-brother,” she corrected instantly at his detached greeting, but reigned in her temper, feeling a bit of regret at her jab surface as a fleeting look of hurt danced across his eyes. She had never been petty or vengeful, even after what she had suffered at jii-san's hands, but this unexpected reappearance by a long-dead loved one was pulling at the frayed edges of her composure. She had only just begun to put the unyielding compulsion to find hahaue behind her, and the lingering guilt from her decision and uncertainty at its consequences was being pulled violently to the surface at the rehashing of all these memories. Perhaps it was unfair of her to unload on Kaitou like this, but his silent disapproval was pulling on a long-forgotten resentment she wasn't sure she even still carried.
Her aniki had been kind, compassionate, and warm, and the actions of this stranger before her were beginning to poke holes in the memories that she treasured most, and held dear to her heart. It was these memories that had made the pain of leaving- the pain of loneliness- bearable, and the thought of them being proven to be naught but lies was unthinkable.
A defeated, almost resigned sigh fell from her parted lips as her tense posture slackened; though not with relief, and not with forgiveness as he might have hoped. Kaitou had admitted that he wasn't attempting to make her decisions for her, but clearly his being here was an interference, and one that she couldn't yet decide she was glad for or not. Of course she was happy that he lived, that he had not simply been killed on a routine patrol as she had originally been led to believe, but the fear of finding that welcoming him would only open her up to further pain and disappointment prevented her from taking joy in the discovery.
Perhaps it was unfair to him, to return only to find that his remaining family did not welcome him anymore. Hahaue would have welcomed him, no matter what the circumstances behind his disappearance- but as much as she tried, Amaya could not find the same limitless compassion within herself that she had always admired within her mother. The instinct to protect herself went beyond whatever she felt she should extend in peace, though she did compromise by offering what she could- a small, tremulous smile.
"I have missed you too, aniki."
How often had she dreamed of seeing him again? Those first weeks, after he had gone missing, and their grandfather had declared him dead, she had been inconsolable. Those tears, that pain- it was like nothing she had ever known, and had ever known again after that. Even her own departure from her homelands and her mother hadn't been quite as painful... she knew that hahaue was still there, awaiting her return. The loneliness, while biting, could not compare to the depth of loss her brother's perceived death had wrought upon her young heart.
Refusing to acknowledge the sudden burning behind her eyes, the tightness of her throat, she leaned her head to the side in askance of Shyam's cooperation, however he would choose to give it, in facilitating introductions between their new family and her old one.
"This is Shyam."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:06 pm
Kyaishi I am the worst and seriously thought I'd tagged this ages ago. Only 2 years later. << You also have a tag for Aquene, for whenever. <3 Sorry for the brevity -- Shyam's rusty, but I forgot what a horrible creature he was. xD And how fun he was to play.
Ah, but Amaya was his world. He knew without a doubt that she must have been the one for which he fell; the spirits had tried to keep her from him, but he had found her, and he would never let her go. This brother might have been a threat, had Shyam believed his influence stronger over her heart than his own. But Shyam didn't need to fret or fear, didn't need to dispose of him with caution -- Amaya would choose him over Kaitou, and somewhere in his mild expression, he was telling the other exactly that.
Perhaps it was the way he kept his wing loose about the mare, or how he leaned into her touch, her unspoken request to be kind. He would be kind, for her benefit. He would keep his inner monster at bay for her, always for her, only for her . . . but he had no need to hide it from this other. If this was the game the were to play, he hoped Kaitou understood what he was up against.
"I have heard of you, Kaitou," he spoke, offering the other a slight bow of his head. His smile never faded. "Welcome to our home. It isn't everyday I get to meet the dead." Not . . .not entirely true, of course. Shyam had a bloody history, depending how hard one looked. Still, he was being polite, he was being kind . . . and he had no intention of furthering aggravating Kaitou. If Amaya wished him around, than he would not object.
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