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Post by eien on Jun 25, 2009 17:40:14 GMT -7
Eien sat silently on the beach, a soft wind blew through her hair. She was mutely thanking her higher power that it wasn't too hot this warm summer evening. Just hot enough for the sand to be warm to her touch. She laid back, the sand cushined her head, her hair spraying out arround her. She let out a soft sigh, as she dug her limbs into the loose, wet earth underneath her. She hadn't been home since the day that she disappeared and she constantly wondered what her father's reaction was... Was he disheartened that his only heir had disappeared? She sat up, gently brushing some of the loose grains from her body. No, she was sure that he was as jocular as ever that he no longer had to pay large sums of money to assasins. She sighed, digging her fist into the sand. The earth clumped together, and formed in the shape of her palm. She looked at it, as if it disgusted her. She fought back tears in her eyes, as she looked away. She hurled the sand towards the water's direction.
She leaned back, and glared at the sky. At this specific moment in time, she hated life. "I am... an imbicile." she said in her normal, quiet voice. She spoke without malice, she was simply stating a fact (at least, in her opinion). She let out another sigh. "Granted my life was put at risk once a week at home... but at least I was content hidden away from the rest of the world. I always had good meals, and a warm bed as well" She said, moping about her situation aloud. "And now, I have nothing better to do than languish in my own self misery... I truely am an imbicile." she concluded. If her head was against something harder than the sand her banging it against it just might have hurt... maybe. |
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Post by ryuukotsusei on Jun 25, 2009 21:03:50 GMT -7
Within the distance almost a ghostly-like figure was moving by. Long white hair move within the wind moving with his movements, as he wore only whitish pants that was torn and shredded. He would of seem nothing but a ghost if his chest and back was not completely scarred and blood seemingly to pour down from his body. Over his head was two white fox ears as he also had a fox tail behind him. All leading to the fact he was a fox demon, a snow fox to be exact.
His ears lightly twitches before his head turns facing back towards the girl that stood onto the beach. He said nothing as he steps out of the wooded area able to listen to her talking to herself which to him seem alittle off but said nothing about it. He moves out more into the opening before the shoreline. His face was stern as he hide all the pain he must have been feeling as he walks towards the girl that had almost broke into tears, as her emotions was running wild, he was able to read them and feel them easily.
“Your right…you are an imbecile, here you are free, able to do whatever you want in life, and you are only thinking of the past, and what you have lost. If you want food go get food, there is nothing holding you back other then your own self.” The fox demon said it bluntly and coldly, as it was how he lived, for he was a master thief.
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Post by eien on Jul 4, 2009 22:24:56 GMT -7
Eien looked up in surprise at the new face. Her body tensed up, as she pulled her body to a sitting position. She tried to send a smile his way, but frankly the blood pouring over his body gave her a fright. She quickly looked him over, it was obvious that he was a demon, but she didn't understand how he couldn't be hurting, wincing. She winced for him, in fact. She looked into his eyes, with her own, nearly black orbs. "Thank you for agreeing with me, sir" she said, her voice too friendly for the situation at hand. She shrugged some at the situation, standing up, her eyes never leaving her new companion's form.
"You are completely correct... I appologize for complaining out loud." she said, bowing some correctly. "Actually..." she said, correcting herself, "I appologize for complaining at all, there are so many less fortunate than I, I should not have thought such negative things, let alone spoken them." She said, as she no longer looked at the demon before her, she felt too ashamed. Her old, formal habits were starting to kick in.
She shot a glance up to him every now and again, from her downcast eyes. "Forgive me for asking; are you in need of any medical assistance? I could not help to notice that you are bleeding... rather perfusely..." Her voice was soft, barely audible above the gentle hum of the wind. "I know I may not look it, but I am rather... skilled in treating wounds... Though from your demeanor I can see you are not in desperate need of help, I would certainly wish to lend a hand, if you would let me?" she mentally slapped herself for being so wordy. She couldn't stand the fact that she was stumbling with her semantics, she blamed it on the fact that the fox demon startled her some... particularly with his nonchalant bleeding. She let out a soft sigh, she shouldn't be so judgemental. |
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