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*Can't wait to see this flirting* :P
Yays! I MAY get to a response tonight. I hope to at least.
As the portal closes Kaila lets out a sigh, a hand going over his stomach. Even weak, without being in total control of his energy Enasi had made the minion a little ill. However he has no time to worry about himself. He knows he has to get back to camp, and fast. The longer the others have to fret, the worse off they will all be. 'I hate to imagine how Jentou is reacting to all of this. He's never been known for his self control when it comes to me' Looking over to Tyar he nods and in a flash they are both on the wing. They stay low to the ground, darting between trees and vines and all manner of thing that tries to grab them as they pass. They have to get back, and nothing in this world will stop them. However even as they grow closer and closer to their goal, Kaila can not shake the odd sensation that he can almost feel his guardian's pain somehow. He knows it can't be, but the feeling refuses to go away.
~*~*~*~*~
Jentou wakes early, slipping out from beneath the mass of child bodies like a ghost and with barely a whisper of wings he rises up into the trees beside the others still standing sentry. It takes a moment for them to realize he's there, his energy so like Kaila's and so low at the moment that they simply dismissed the feeling out of hand. When at last Tiski looks around and jumps slightly, her nerved frayed. Without hesitation she snaps softly, “Jentou, don't even think about it!” He doesn't even look at her, his golden locks swaying in the cool breeze. Ran and Lan whip around to look at him, their stance showing they are ready to stop him should he make any moves to race off after his brother. However after a moment they realize he has no intention of doing that. His hands hang limp at his sides, his balance allowing him to stand on those small, swaying branches as if it were solid ground. The others have to hold on, one hand always grasping a branch. As Kaila's twin looks out over the trees towards the palace there is a change in the breeze and everyone knows, something else has happened.
~*~*~*~*~
Hearing Enasi's hiss of pain over his own low yelps and moans Seishu snaps, “Just sit still you idiot. I'll live. . .” His eyes are squeezed shut, his body curled into the fetal position and after a few seconds of hard breathing he throws up. 'Yeah, this is the life. . .' He muses sarcastically, doing a minor amount of shifting so he's not laying in the vomit. He lets out a loud moan moments later when he feels a huge wave of positive energy rushing his way and tries to brace for the impact. However as Crios comes to a stop he cries out, his claws cutting into his palms as ever part of him tries to curl up even more. When he overhears Enasi worrying over him and Rue a bit of his old temper kicks in and he growls out, “Get you head out of your ass Enasi and do recall the fact that you're the one worse off here, or else I will get up right now and. . .” The rest of his word are swallowed by a pained whimper, making him turn his face into the grass to avoid anyone seeing him shed tears.
A faint smile comes to his lips as Rue does as he was told, but as he feels the doctor approach he says sharply, “You can kick me for his injury later. For now, I just need to get off the ground. . .” He hears the footsteps pause and he lets out a sigh. “Didn't even realize you were planning on it, did you?”
Crios feels almost shocked at Seishu's words, thinking there is no way he would ever do such a thing. However as he slowly moves forward again his stomach drops. 'I really wanted to hurt him for what happened to Lord Enasi. . .I did, I wanted to beat him senseless and blame it on him without hearing him out. . .' Kneeling he sighs softly. “Thank you for that. I may take you up on it, depending.”
Seishu chuckles. “Yeah, called it. I can hear it in your vo-” His words are cut off by a hiss as one of the soldiers nearby approaches, not bothering to lower his energy.
~*~*~*~*~
Jentou wakes early, slipping out from beneath the mass of child bodies like a ghost and with barely a whisper of wings he rises up into the trees beside the others still standing sentry. It takes a moment for them to realize he's there, his energy so like Kaila's and so low at the moment that they simply dismissed the feeling out of hand. When at last Tiski looks around and jumps slightly, her nerved frayed. Without hesitation she snaps softly, “Jentou, don't even think about it!” He doesn't even look at her, his golden locks swaying in the cool breeze. Ran and Lan whip around to look at him, their stance showing they are ready to stop him should he make any moves to race off after his brother. However after a moment they realize he has no intention of doing that. His hands hang limp at his sides, his balance allowing him to stand on those small, swaying branches as if it were solid ground. The others have to hold on, one hand always grasping a branch. As Kaila's twin looks out over the trees towards the palace there is a change in the breeze and everyone knows, something else has happened.
~*~*~*~*~
Hearing Enasi's hiss of pain over his own low yelps and moans Seishu snaps, “Just sit still you idiot. I'll live. . .” His eyes are squeezed shut, his body curled into the fetal position and after a few seconds of hard breathing he throws up. 'Yeah, this is the life. . .' He muses sarcastically, doing a minor amount of shifting so he's not laying in the vomit. He lets out a loud moan moments later when he feels a huge wave of positive energy rushing his way and tries to brace for the impact. However as Crios comes to a stop he cries out, his claws cutting into his palms as ever part of him tries to curl up even more. When he overhears Enasi worrying over him and Rue a bit of his old temper kicks in and he growls out, “Get you head out of your ass Enasi and do recall the fact that you're the one worse off here, or else I will get up right now and. . .” The rest of his word are swallowed by a pained whimper, making him turn his face into the grass to avoid anyone seeing him shed tears.
A faint smile comes to his lips as Rue does as he was told, but as he feels the doctor approach he says sharply, “You can kick me for his injury later. For now, I just need to get off the ground. . .” He hears the footsteps pause and he lets out a sigh. “Didn't even realize you were planning on it, did you?”
Crios feels almost shocked at Seishu's words, thinking there is no way he would ever do such a thing. However as he slowly moves forward again his stomach drops. 'I really wanted to hurt him for what happened to Lord Enasi. . .I did, I wanted to beat him senseless and blame it on him without hearing him out. . .' Kneeling he sighs softly. “Thank you for that. I may take you up on it, depending.”
Seishu chuckles. “Yeah, called it. I can hear it in your vo-” His words are cut off by a hiss as one of the soldiers nearby approaches, not bothering to lower his energy.
So, was that confidence real, or was he just trying to impress the captain? :P
He only has a few seconds to look around at the short, squat trees, barely tall enough to sit under, and to listen to the trickle of the water in the small stream running through it as it tumbles down a mini waterfall before suddenly there are arms around him and he has to lock his body to to keep from jumping out of his skin. He relaxes after a moment, the prince's exaggerated words causing him to smile and flush slightly, his gaze falling to the ground. He flushes even deeper red at the kiss but manages a soft, “Was nothing. . .” before his voice fails him. He listens to their exchange silently, glancing up a couple times to the woman's worried face. As she runs off he watches her go, convinced that she was more worried about him being with the prince than at the fact he went into the woods and got lost.
~*~*~*~*~
'It's not like him to be late, but after that servant told us about his running off I got the feeling that he would be' The general muses, watching the two royals look rather at ease despite the report. 'I'm sure there is more to this. Akito would not just run off for any simple thing and that servant looked near panic. He must have done something. . .I hope it wasn't too bad. . . .' He is just about to ask if he may be excused to go look for Aki when another servant comes racing in, but this one looks more relived than worried. As she speaks he smiles slightly at the image, even as he feels sorry for the youth. 'I bet he turned red as a rose at that kiss' Then suddenly his mind turns to where she said they two of them actually were. His worry returns. He knows his adopted son only seeks complete solitude when he is really hurting.
~*~*~*~*~
It isn't until Hiro takes his had that he realizes he's staring at the girl's back far longer than necessary and his flush gains more fuel. He almost wants to ask politely for the prince to not hold his hand like that, but he bites his tongue, letting him be the guide now that they are back where the prince belongs. ' It is only fair. I got overly close with him in the woods, where I am more at home. If he wishes to guide me now, I shall not begrudge him that' He has to stretch his legs a bit, the prince being taller and all, but as Akito is use to being shorter than most he has no problem keeping up. When at last they get to their destination he stills, letting Hiro do his thing without fuss, and doing his best to banish at least a little of his flush.
He nods at Hiro's question which the servant takes as the cue to open the door. He follows at Hiro side as they walk into the same hall they ate in that very morning. 'After the day I've had thus far, it seems like forever ago. . .'
“Ah, there you are boys!” The emperor's voice booms. Akito's eyes snap up for a moment to look at the emperor before turning instead on to his own father.
It is clear from the man's expression that he is worried about his son, but as it always has been they communicate silently to speak on it later. The captain is sitting a little closer to the head of the table this time, but still several seats down to denote his station. Akito takes the same seat as before but waits for his betrothed to sit first out of respect. Glancing over at the empress he can feel himself almost cowering under her knowing gaze and quickly diverts his attention to his empty plate. 'I vowed to relax, but I think I'll start with the one person I actually have to be comfortable with sooner rather than later. . .'
~*~*~*~*~
'It's not like him to be late, but after that servant told us about his running off I got the feeling that he would be' The general muses, watching the two royals look rather at ease despite the report. 'I'm sure there is more to this. Akito would not just run off for any simple thing and that servant looked near panic. He must have done something. . .I hope it wasn't too bad. . . .' He is just about to ask if he may be excused to go look for Aki when another servant comes racing in, but this one looks more relived than worried. As she speaks he smiles slightly at the image, even as he feels sorry for the youth. 'I bet he turned red as a rose at that kiss' Then suddenly his mind turns to where she said they two of them actually were. His worry returns. He knows his adopted son only seeks complete solitude when he is really hurting.
~*~*~*~*~
It isn't until Hiro takes his had that he realizes he's staring at the girl's back far longer than necessary and his flush gains more fuel. He almost wants to ask politely for the prince to not hold his hand like that, but he bites his tongue, letting him be the guide now that they are back where the prince belongs. ' It is only fair. I got overly close with him in the woods, where I am more at home. If he wishes to guide me now, I shall not begrudge him that' He has to stretch his legs a bit, the prince being taller and all, but as Akito is use to being shorter than most he has no problem keeping up. When at last they get to their destination he stills, letting Hiro do his thing without fuss, and doing his best to banish at least a little of his flush.
He nods at Hiro's question which the servant takes as the cue to open the door. He follows at Hiro side as they walk into the same hall they ate in that very morning. 'After the day I've had thus far, it seems like forever ago. . .'
“Ah, there you are boys!” The emperor's voice booms. Akito's eyes snap up for a moment to look at the emperor before turning instead on to his own father.
It is clear from the man's expression that he is worried about his son, but as it always has been they communicate silently to speak on it later. The captain is sitting a little closer to the head of the table this time, but still several seats down to denote his station. Akito takes the same seat as before but waits for his betrothed to sit first out of respect. Glancing over at the empress he can feel himself almost cowering under her knowing gaze and quickly diverts his attention to his empty plate. 'I vowed to relax, but I think I'll start with the one person I actually have to be comfortable with sooner rather than later. . .'
*Suddenly imagines the king trying to crawl through a log and getting stuck with his back legs still outside of it* *Giggles* Poor thing. I can see that though :P Makes sense :P
Glad I made some sense there, and I wish you time and energy! *Pours on all I can spare* Hope it helps!
Glad I made some sense there, and I wish you time and energy! *Pours on all I can spare* Hope it helps!
I love the idea behind the shape shifting, so we should go with that :P
As for the pet thoughts, it's mostly in the stays by Kir-Kon, shares his food, gets pet, played, and talk to a lot, as well as being defended if/when the village kids try to tease him. Kir-Kon may care very little for the quality of his own life, but once the king is in it, he will not let the beast's life be a bad one as far as he can help it.
I can think of a few things, maybe, that would interest the king to stay for a bit. There's always the standard of food, and if Kir-Kon comes back out later in the day to see the beast he's likely to bring some. With as smart as the king already is he should be able to recognize that there's something very different about this meat, but since Kir-Kon is eating it, it's not poison. Maybe perk his curiosity? Maybe later on have them walking together and king can "observe" the pup paying attention to tracks and stuff using his own "feelers" to give him a sense that they maybe have some basic aspects in common. I think the main point, other than worrying over Kir-Kon's injuries, would be somewhere around feeding his curiosity, seeing something that lets him know that Kir-Kon is a thinking beast like himself and maybe when the king shows curiosity, Kir-Kon would start figuring that out too and begin deliberately teaching the beast when and what he can. Just a thought :P
I think, and this one is more in your court so it's only a thought, he would possibly shrink down a bit after getting comfortable with my guy.
If Kir-Kon comes out a second time and finds the beast again, he would start going out whenever he is free to see what else he can learn about the beast, and maybe the king could start looking forward to how different the pup is to the pups he's sired.
Kir-Kon has the gash on his leg, a few still healing wounds that no longer require bandaging, the bruise across his back from the fall, and a scrape on his hand from when he grabbed the edge of the loft for to save himself a neck breaking. And this is not to mention all the scarring. Nothing to big or disfiguring, but lotsa little ones. . .
Thoughts?
As for the pet thoughts, it's mostly in the stays by Kir-Kon, shares his food, gets pet, played, and talk to a lot, as well as being defended if/when the village kids try to tease him. Kir-Kon may care very little for the quality of his own life, but once the king is in it, he will not let the beast's life be a bad one as far as he can help it.
I can think of a few things, maybe, that would interest the king to stay for a bit. There's always the standard of food, and if Kir-Kon comes back out later in the day to see the beast he's likely to bring some. With as smart as the king already is he should be able to recognize that there's something very different about this meat, but since Kir-Kon is eating it, it's not poison. Maybe perk his curiosity? Maybe later on have them walking together and king can "observe" the pup paying attention to tracks and stuff using his own "feelers" to give him a sense that they maybe have some basic aspects in common. I think the main point, other than worrying over Kir-Kon's injuries, would be somewhere around feeding his curiosity, seeing something that lets him know that Kir-Kon is a thinking beast like himself and maybe when the king shows curiosity, Kir-Kon would start figuring that out too and begin deliberately teaching the beast when and what he can. Just a thought :P
I think, and this one is more in your court so it's only a thought, he would possibly shrink down a bit after getting comfortable with my guy.
If Kir-Kon comes out a second time and finds the beast again, he would start going out whenever he is free to see what else he can learn about the beast, and maybe the king could start looking forward to how different the pup is to the pups he's sired.
Kir-Kon has the gash on his leg, a few still healing wounds that no longer require bandaging, the bruise across his back from the fall, and a scrape on his hand from when he grabbed the edge of the loft for to save himself a neck breaking. And this is not to mention all the scarring. Nothing to big or disfiguring, but lotsa little ones. . .
Thoughts?
Well, I know the mid term goal at this point is to begin traveling the world, or at least get away from the village. In the short term a peace/understanding between our two characters. In the initial idea he becomes kinda a pet for a while before they head out, but the king doesn't know what they is so I'm not sure how he would view it should Kir-Kon take up that role in the eyes of the other humans. . .We can change it a bit, but I would like to see the king in the village with Kir-Kon a bit before they leave, and maybe have him start understanding speech a bit before they head out. . . Do you wanna go to the long term? I recall requesting that the beast have a human form, so maybe we can come up with some idea as to what brings that on. . . .I don't wanna plan too much ahead though, or too specific, but I would love to hear your thoughts.
Homura watches the reaction with pure fascination and interest. If the flux in the energy, the slight shift, wasn't enough of an interesting reaction, the way it felt when his muscles stretched to extend his wings amused him to no end. 'They are much heavier, so the muscles here feel stronger than the ones we have to hold and maneuver ours. I wonder if their bones are thicker, or like a birds with the honeycomb insides' His fun does not last long as the angel steps away. He is a little disappointed but doesn't complain. He's got enough to think about for now, he doesn’t really need any more at the moment.
Meanwhile Dani watches as Kuro's hawk like gaze narrows on the two of them, the interaction obviously one he's not willing to put up with for very long. 'Watch out Bro, the Little Black Storm Cloud is rumbling' Dani isn't very far off either. Kuro is not mad however with a faint growl Homura immediately identifies as an attack noise and turns to meet it with a yip, the taller demon pounces on his older brother, sending them both tumbling about.
“No fire, this place is flammable.” He manages between strikes, snapping at a clawed hand as it comes near his face. Unlike his fights with Dani, the fight with Homura is more of a wrestling match. Actually harming the fiery demon can cause him to overreact, and since Kuro is naturally the weakest of the bunch he'd rather not risk it right now. Homura does not often get the chance to scrap with a sibling as courteous as Kuro and as they roll about on the straw covered dirt floor of the barn he giggles madly in joy. Dani watches, itching to join, but he knows that jumping in with two flame wielders could get the animals hurt, and burn down his temporary “Bedroom” so he contents himself with watching and growling with a grin.
~*~*~*~*~
Fenrir doesn't know what to make of these demons. One seconds they seem to be happy and calm, and in the next they are trying to tear one another apart. He had nearly had a heart attack as yet another son of Satan showed up, but as he watched off and on, his duties keeping his attention when needed, he realized that for the most part this demon is a big chicken. He'd almost had another heart attack when the beast touched a spot on Aoba he knows all angels respond the same way to and a rain of worry ran around his body that the demon was about to do something unforgivable. However next time he looks the first one and the new one are wrestling about. . . .It's all so confusing.
Meanwhile Dani watches as Kuro's hawk like gaze narrows on the two of them, the interaction obviously one he's not willing to put up with for very long. 'Watch out Bro, the Little Black Storm Cloud is rumbling' Dani isn't very far off either. Kuro is not mad however with a faint growl Homura immediately identifies as an attack noise and turns to meet it with a yip, the taller demon pounces on his older brother, sending them both tumbling about.
“No fire, this place is flammable.” He manages between strikes, snapping at a clawed hand as it comes near his face. Unlike his fights with Dani, the fight with Homura is more of a wrestling match. Actually harming the fiery demon can cause him to overreact, and since Kuro is naturally the weakest of the bunch he'd rather not risk it right now. Homura does not often get the chance to scrap with a sibling as courteous as Kuro and as they roll about on the straw covered dirt floor of the barn he giggles madly in joy. Dani watches, itching to join, but he knows that jumping in with two flame wielders could get the animals hurt, and burn down his temporary “Bedroom” so he contents himself with watching and growling with a grin.
~*~*~*~*~
Fenrir doesn't know what to make of these demons. One seconds they seem to be happy and calm, and in the next they are trying to tear one another apart. He had nearly had a heart attack as yet another son of Satan showed up, but as he watched off and on, his duties keeping his attention when needed, he realized that for the most part this demon is a big chicken. He'd almost had another heart attack when the beast touched a spot on Aoba he knows all angels respond the same way to and a rain of worry ran around his body that the demon was about to do something unforgivable. However next time he looks the first one and the new one are wrestling about. . . .It's all so confusing.
Only a few moment pass before the creature moves. Kir-Kon remains still, watching the beast stand. His curiosity about the thing mounts as it shakes, revealing a lot more of those tendril things that he initially judged present. He fiends the sight quite beautiful, the flare of fur, the faint glows here and there, all of it combining to make one majestic beast. Normally something so large, and obviously dangerous, standing so close would at least put the youth on edge, but as he watches it stretch like he's not even around Kir-Kon realizes that like most of those in his life, he isn't even interesting enough to pay much heed to beyond his usefulness.
“So, you're free now. You look better without the ropes. Glad I could help. I suppose you'll want to be going now that those are out of the way. I would apologize for what they did, but hey, I can't blame them. You are huge and something none of them have ever seen before. I would suggest not going back any time soon. . .” His voice fades ever so slightly as it moves in closer, facing him. His heart beat picks up ever so slightly, though he still doesn't move from his spot. “I'm not all that interesting, really. If you wanna go I won't stop you. . .” he murmurs, biting his lip as suddenly one of those tendrils wraps around him without warning.
“Okay, I'll stay put I guess.” He mutters, looking up at the large furbeast. Since it doesn't look quite ready to eat him Kir-Kon I able to fight his urge to push it off and flee, knowing that quite often that is what prompts a creature to attack, but he can not stop the low level of fear coursing through his veins. “I wonder how fast you could kill me. Would the ward even be able to stop you? I mean, you're obviously strong, but you plowed your way right into the village, so the ward must not actually affect you all that much. You don't look. . .” He pauses as a bunch more tendrils begin running over his body and he fights the urge to laugh as several run over ticklish spots.
The tickling sensation brings back several bad memories of the youth in the house he grew up in. They would say he was being too gloomy, then pin him down and tickle him until he passed out from lack of air as if somehow that would cheer him up. Each little brush against one of those spots makes him twitch ever so slightly as he resists the urge to push them away. “I suppose it's only fair you get your chance to check me out. I mean, I did essentially just run my fingers all over you. I don't see any eyes on you, so does that mean this is how you see? That would be interesting. It's almost like an insect or something. I know they use feelers and stuff to check out the world.”
He tilts his head curiously as a few of the feathery bits run across his face and once they've moved on he rubs away the slight itch that had set up under his nose when one had swiped over his top lip. Before dropping his hand back down however he carefully lays it on the tendril holding him in place, brushing over the leathery surface gently, trying to get a good idea of how it feels before letting his arm fall once more. “It warm, and tough, like some of the tanned skins we get at the forge to make into saddles and the like. Since it's such a small town our smith doubles as a leather worker. But. . . .This feels different. It feels alive. . .” He sounds a little confused at his own words, because of course it's alive, but then, why did he say it?
Letting out a faint sigh he looks around, a cool breeze finding it's way through. “Seems like the animals are still scared of you.” He closes his mouth to avoid getting a fringe in his moth before going on. “I wonder what it is about you that has them so quiet. I mean after all, they more or less ignore people, the birds at the very least, but here they are all terrified of you. Maybe it's your magic? Do you even have magic? I heard monsters sometimes do. . .” On impulse he slowly brings his hand up, palm to the sky, and holds it out towards the beasts face. He knows dogs hate it when you just reach out over their heads, many times seeing it as an attack, so instead he pauses with his hand beneath the monsters chin, bringing it up slowly, intent on petting it under the chin if it will let him.
“So, you're free now. You look better without the ropes. Glad I could help. I suppose you'll want to be going now that those are out of the way. I would apologize for what they did, but hey, I can't blame them. You are huge and something none of them have ever seen before. I would suggest not going back any time soon. . .” His voice fades ever so slightly as it moves in closer, facing him. His heart beat picks up ever so slightly, though he still doesn't move from his spot. “I'm not all that interesting, really. If you wanna go I won't stop you. . .” he murmurs, biting his lip as suddenly one of those tendrils wraps around him without warning.
“Okay, I'll stay put I guess.” He mutters, looking up at the large furbeast. Since it doesn't look quite ready to eat him Kir-Kon I able to fight his urge to push it off and flee, knowing that quite often that is what prompts a creature to attack, but he can not stop the low level of fear coursing through his veins. “I wonder how fast you could kill me. Would the ward even be able to stop you? I mean, you're obviously strong, but you plowed your way right into the village, so the ward must not actually affect you all that much. You don't look. . .” He pauses as a bunch more tendrils begin running over his body and he fights the urge to laugh as several run over ticklish spots.
The tickling sensation brings back several bad memories of the youth in the house he grew up in. They would say he was being too gloomy, then pin him down and tickle him until he passed out from lack of air as if somehow that would cheer him up. Each little brush against one of those spots makes him twitch ever so slightly as he resists the urge to push them away. “I suppose it's only fair you get your chance to check me out. I mean, I did essentially just run my fingers all over you. I don't see any eyes on you, so does that mean this is how you see? That would be interesting. It's almost like an insect or something. I know they use feelers and stuff to check out the world.”
He tilts his head curiously as a few of the feathery bits run across his face and once they've moved on he rubs away the slight itch that had set up under his nose when one had swiped over his top lip. Before dropping his hand back down however he carefully lays it on the tendril holding him in place, brushing over the leathery surface gently, trying to get a good idea of how it feels before letting his arm fall once more. “It warm, and tough, like some of the tanned skins we get at the forge to make into saddles and the like. Since it's such a small town our smith doubles as a leather worker. But. . . .This feels different. It feels alive. . .” He sounds a little confused at his own words, because of course it's alive, but then, why did he say it?
Letting out a faint sigh he looks around, a cool breeze finding it's way through. “Seems like the animals are still scared of you.” He closes his mouth to avoid getting a fringe in his moth before going on. “I wonder what it is about you that has them so quiet. I mean after all, they more or less ignore people, the birds at the very least, but here they are all terrified of you. Maybe it's your magic? Do you even have magic? I heard monsters sometimes do. . .” On impulse he slowly brings his hand up, palm to the sky, and holds it out towards the beasts face. He knows dogs hate it when you just reach out over their heads, many times seeing it as an attack, so instead he pauses with his hand beneath the monsters chin, bringing it up slowly, intent on petting it under the chin if it will let him.
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