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Post by keo on Mar 7, 2010 21:03:02 GMT -7
 
The sun began to dip behind the horizon, the sky a mixture of darkening blues and oranges and radiant pinks and yellows. Stars were lighting the clear night canopy and the crescent moon hung low opposite the half-hidden sun. In the distance you could see the dark silhouette of Mount Irai, and around the eerie castle pine trees slowly lost their hue; from dark green to charcoal.
Yeah, definitely need to turn in for the night. Despite the fact that the petite little neko was nocturnal, she'd been up all day fishing and drying her catches. To her satisfaction, she got a net full of her favorite food; salmon. Of course, she also got some pike and trout, but pfft, salmon. She'd go to sleep a full, happy little kitten tonight, and that was saying something; demons had massive appetites because most of them used more energy than the usual human. She'd probably eat a dozen cooked fish before her growing hunger was sated.
And let's not forget that wonderful sake in her satchel, either. That stuff tasted damn good warm with some roasted salmon.
Unfortunately, the only nearby roof was that eerie castle mentioned earlier. Sachiko's instincts were urging her not to even go near that place, but, hey. If it had even one decent futon, even a dusty one she'd have to shake out, she'd be happy to ignore said feelings of creepiness.
The strapless kimono she wore clung nicely to her curvy body, accentuating her tiny waist and making her narrow hips look a little less... well, narrow. The skirts brushed her legs as she padded, barefoot, toward the large, old wooden doors big enough to fit an ogre demon through. Yeah, yeah, Sachi was quite aware that the late lord of the castle was an ogre, and also that his spirit was said to still roam the corridors of his abandoned castle, home only to bats and spiders.
Sachi didn't like spiders much, but bats were okay and they ate spiders. Right? And besides. She was a demoness. She could handle a spider or two... right?... she should've brought some sort of shoes.
Those old wooden doors were extremely creaky. Sachiko was positive she'd made the dead rise by only slipping one open enough to squeeze through, it was so loud. If that wasn't bad enough, it made some roosting birds in the nearby trees to scatter and bats to wake up and fly out into the night sky, shrieking in protest of their disturbed slumber. Bastards... you were all supposed to be up anyways. It's dusk, dumbasses. She silently thought to herself, letting out a snort and rolling her eyes in exasperation.
Stepping lightly over the ice-cold stone floor, the neko female headed down the long hallway, looking through doors and into rooms. Eventually, she found a staircase leading to the second story of the dark fortress, and, being a cat with the urge to get to higher ground, she took them. Searching a few rooms proved to be fruitful; she found a decent room with a futon and in a closet she discovered a few well-preserved, if musty-smelling blankets.
Glad she'd taken along some dry sticks and logs, she threw them in the fireplace and used her flint to start a fire that would hopefully ease the biting chill of the room and the night outside the glass window. The ogre-lord had certainly had money; glass was expensive.
Sitting crosslegged before the fire on top of a folded blanket, holding a stick with two salmon on the end, Sachi sighed. Tonight would be another night alone, as most of her three hundred years' worth of nights had been. If only those demon slayers had never come upon her village...
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Post by ¡§qüee! on Mar 7, 2010 22:00:18 GMT -7
[/color][/i] With an aggravated sigh, and a rather sexy pout, small, ratted pieces of blood stained, blue silk went cascading into the dying pit of a fire. And with just a snap of fingers, were engulfed in a ball of yellow and red flames licked in green. And with little more then an exhale of breath, the snake demon was on the hunt for new clothes. Walking around naked was nothing new to the demon, he was rather vain, and prided himself in his... Ligaments. And shy, he was certaintly not. Though usually he preferred to parade around in brightly colored robes, or kimono's just to show off. Just like a peacock in heat. But his brand new, blue silk kimono had been ripped and stained with blood during his recent adventure, and now, he needed something clean, expensive, and some what showy. For why? Because he could. Strutting through the castle's main rooms, Sin took a few moments to admire the antiques simply lying around. Loot, most likely, but stolen by someone far more powerful then the little toads he had massacred a couple hours ago. He had expected this castle to be empty, both from the outward appearance, and the fact that the closer he got to the castle the more he could smell dust and dirt over demon blood, or anything living for that matter. And after the excruciatingly loud creaking noises from the front door, and a random glance in a kitchen, he'd been ambushed by a horde of miniature toad demons. Needless to say. He giggled. Though they were persistent little bastards. And their claws stung as they bit into his skin, and their teeth were rather sharp... But after a few minutes he'd killed a majority of them, and watched the other little pricks flee into the trees. He made sure the rest had been sure to set the remaining on fire, and whisped the ashes under one of the overly large, ratted rugs, and then threw a tantrum when he looked down at his clothes. Now he was standing in a random room, a beareu standing just a few feet to his left, and a large, dusty mirror across from him. How about we take a few moments to... His random posing was cut short at the sound of the creaking front doors once more. Taking a whiff of the air, he could tell it wasn't the little toads back for round two, and it was someone very... feminine... With intrigue perked in his brian, Sin quickly scavaged the beareu to his left, finding only women's kimono's, works for now. threw one on, a peach and purple mixture with sakura buds, I feel so pretty... Oh so, pretty. And was quick to get back to the main room. By then the other demon had already entered the upstairs, and Sin was forced to use his nose to find her. Wasn't long before the smell of burning fish reached his nose, and his uper lip curled back in a partial snarl. Reaching the room he peered inside and was only momentarily taken back by the creature sitting by the fire. " Not nice to just make yourself at home in a strangers house." [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul] |
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Post by keo on Mar 8, 2010 14:20:13 GMT -7
Sachi's long, silver ears flicked as it picked up the faintest brush of footsteps against the ground, heard them stop in the doorway. She didn't move, merely listened as the timbre of a sultry, masculine voice interrupted her lonesome thoughts. She mentally rolled her eyes at the man- no, demon, he definitely smells like a demon- he knew as well as she did that no one but the bats and spiders lived here. There wouldn't be an inch of dust on everything if someone did. She turned her head to meet impossibly green eyes, slitted like a snake's and a handsome face with sharp features framed with slightly wavy raven hair.
He had a pretty face, but she snickered when she allowed her eyes to travel downward. "Not like you're helping your case, wearing some long-dead woman's kimono. Unless, of course, you prefer too-small sizes and pinks and purples." A glance at her salmon, and she deemed them worthy of eating. They were a mouth-watering orange-brown, the scales crispy and falling off the tender meat. She let out a short purr. Ignoring the snake-eyed demon, she mrrowed in anticipation, removing the fish from the stick and setting them down on top of her satchel, taking two more out to roast as well.
"So, demon-boy, what's your name?" Of course, she hadn't forgotten about him, she'd simply ignored him, believing her fish to be much more important. She really didn't need to ask, she could just pick through his thoughts and seek out his name, but that would be rude, wouldn't it? Peeling some crinkly skin aside, off one of the fish, she unceremoniously plucked a large chunk of meat off and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly to savor the smokiness. She glanced at Sin again, her cupid's bow-shaped lips curving into a wickedly crooked smile. "I'm called Sachiko, though I'm not sure if it's a curse or a blessing."
Perhaps tonight wouldn't be as entirely alone as she'd believed it would be. Are you kidding? He'll leave soon. What interest would he have in a neko gypsy passing through? She honestly didn't think she was all that intriguing, really. And someone who'd seen her for a mere minute surely thought even less. Depressing, isn't it... She didn't finish the thought; ...that I have such little confidence in myself. Well, it's not like she was exactly a social butterfly. Not many people who saw their whole village murdered grew up to be cheerful, bright companions.
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Post by ¡§qüee! on Mar 9, 2010 12:36:29 GMT -7
[/color][/i] Petting his some what bruised ego, Sin placed one foot in the room, and leaned against the doorway. One hip jutted against the frame, and his arms crossed over his chest, the kimono itself picking up a bit to show off his feet and calfs. Okay, so it wasn't the perfect fit. His emerald green eyes lowered to nothing more then slits as he watched the neko enjoy her fish. His nose was scrunched in dislike, his upper lip snarled back ever so lightly in disgust. Ick. Cooked things... Fish no less. Cats. He mentally shook his head and rolled his eyes. He wasn't a cooked fish kind of demon, he wasn't a cooked anything kind of demon. He enjoyed his food still begging for life when he bit into it. Then again he was a demon from the deepest pits of hell, he was used to that kind of cuisine. That and paying homage to the fire God. That reminds me... He'd have to get back to that volcanoe at some point in his travels. Before he was yelled at. Rolling his eyes for real he focused his attention to that lythe form before him. She seemed to enjoy that salmon in her paws more then anything else. And he could hear the echos of her purrs in his ears as he thoroughly glanced her over. His conclusion? She was a bit too skinny, but none the less quite attractive. In more ways then one. Saliva was already pooling in his mouth as he continued to watch her. When was the last time he ate? Eh, he didn't feel like killing anything else today, the little toads had given him quite the workout, that and cats didn't taste as good as other kinds... Like, wolves. Mmmmm.[/color] Her words barely reached his ears, but once he registered what she had asked, he couldn't help but let his smirk grow into a grin. " My name is Sinister, or, Sin, if you prefer." He pushed off the door frame and slowly sauntered towards her, his body moving in a slow weave, relating to his snake side. " And it's all a blessing." Yes. He could be cheesy. [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul] |
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Post by keo on Mar 9, 2010 15:09:52 GMT -7
Sachiko watched him out of the corner of her eye; she was enough used to his scent to pick out the parts that gave her the information she needed about him- the musky smell that marked him as a male and the tangy stench of poison that all snake demons had. He also had his own, personal scent that reminded her of dark smokiness and cinnamon.
And it was getting closer as he stepped toward her, his hips swaying in a snakelike fashion that almost made her want to snicker and pant at the same time. The girly kimono wasn't stretchy, making it perhaps overly tight on his lean figure- she wasn't complaining, necessarily, but really. It was pink. Real men? Yeah. They don't wear pink.
Flicking her ears back in mild distress, the feline scooched toward the fire, ignoring the intensity of the heat. She snatched for her roasting salmon that were just a tad bit undercooked, but accidentally missed and her fingers were licked by scalding flames. "MRRROOOWWW!" she yowled, her hand clutched to her chest in an instant. She hissed at the fire that just kept on blazing as if nothing had happened, and she growled before bringing her pinkened fingers to her lips and sucking on them with another muffled yowl.
She hated fire.
She hadn't before, but now... she probably wouldn't care if she got roasted salmon or sushi. She tended to personify inanimate objects quite often, and she held on to grudges.
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