Post by Kaidona on Sept 26, 2005 12:57:12 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Yeah... that's right... I actually have a story following the same line as my current rp here. This is just what I had put together using the first post after the Yasumi version had died, so this one was being written during the second semester of last school year.
As you will see, while the intended plot and name are the same, the story itself is very different. This is the independent version.[/glow]
Splash! Drip... drip...
...Drip...
...Chink, plit...
"...Nnh..." Through the pitch darkness resounded the quiet sounds of dripping water into a lake, accompanied soon by the groan of a young male, as well as something large falling into the water, and what almost sounded like weaponry hitting against each other. Another quiet groan slipped past, the owner's form soon twitching, and eventually the darkness cracked only enough to gather bits of grass, a small shrub, and perhaps a rock. With some effort, that crack grew wider, until trees joined the shrubbery, and the edge of a small body of water appeared behind the rock, which turned to be rather large.
The vision of the emerald orbs, traced in scarlet at their rounded pupils, seemed somewhat bleary at first, until a slow blink or two brought it back into focus. Bits of silver littered a portion of those eyes' sight range, owner's form twitching again, until a pained grunt belted forth. They then clamped shut, and a half outstretched arm tensed shakily, a slight contortion overcoming a pale, bloodstained face, opposite arm soon shifting to attempt pushing a seemingly heavy torso off the scarlet tainted grass.
A pair of almost elvish ears twitched, gathering the sound of shifting feathers, however the silver headed entity paid no heed to it, simply struggling to get himself off the ground, even just a little bit. Pain flooded his entire body, and as he held himself suspended from the ground, a dull drip resounded from beneath him, cold blood slowly oozing off his bare chest to the crimson pool he'd been deposited in. It wasn't long before that shaking arm slipped, and his weak form abruptly collapsed back into the poise he'd awoken in.
His face scrunched again, looking as if he were suddenly ill, and he broke into harsh coughing, before vomiting a throat-full of blood. His ragged coughing continued a short time after, until ceased with a difficult swallow, eerily shaded eyes slowly opening once more to stare off at the area ahead. A blade hung sheathed from the branch of a tree, offering a gentle sway beside a belt, which bore a pair of daggers. Those irises slowly shifted to peer up the length of the weapon, where they paused on the small, dark form of a rodent that had perched on the sword's hilt to peer around.
After a few moments of jerkily looking around, it turned and hopped off, forcing the bladed weapon to sway more intensely, which brought it to clank slightly against the tip of a dagger's sheath. Another quiet groan sounded after the noise, weakly quivering form of the lad soon shifting into a shiver, as the cool air on bare skin slowly ate the heat out of his body, yet he currently hadn't the energy to do a thing about it.
What happened...? Where did all this blood... all this pain come from...?
Amidst the near silence that loomed over him, a very faint rustling sounded from a short distance behind him, followed by low thuds, like a large beast emerging, and lumbering slowly forth.
The silver-headed entity never noticed, eyes slowly drifting shut, and he made a weak attempt to roll onto his side, managing to do so after struggling for a short while. From there he scrunched faintly, currently able to sense nothing, and simply shivered, both with pain and cold, as if waiting for at least one to subside. Neither did, however that was not what brought his eyes to open again. It was the familiar scent to reach his dulled sense of smell that gave him the inclination to take another look.
As his blurred eyes slowly peered around, they eventually locked on what first appeared to be a large, darkly colored blotch. Those red-emerald pools soon narrowed to a weak squint, eventually gathering that the coloration was a smoky grey/black, and tried to correct themselves for the sake of gathering the darkly shaded being's features. He twitched, eyes clamping shut a moment, before opening again, staring back up with not a single change in clarity.
His weak, pain afflicted muscles tensed, form slowly shifting, and he tried to push off the ground again, cold, slowly congealing blood causing the ground beneath him to be rather slimy. As a result, he slipped and once again collapsed back into place, a loud, pained grunt extracted from the occurrence. It was this very substance that covered his altered, exposed form, and tainted the silver of his thigh length tresses. However, not a single wound tarnished his flesh; not amongst his torso and limbs, nor the feathered wings which now protruded from his shoulder blades, however even so, it seemed the blood which surrounded him was indeed his own.
Luminous scarlet eyes peered down upon him with half a blink, before their owner, a smoky shaded, horse sized mixture of lion, dragon, and dog slowly lumbered closer, leaning a canine muzzle down near a blood coated cheek. The tip of a lionesque ear twitched, along with the lengths of four thick canine Tails, and thick white whiskers flicked back as a large canine nose quivered, taking in the lad's scent. Only a moment was spent doing this, before a long, red tongue slipped forth from a black lip, and ran across the young male's cheek, muzzle lifting away after the utterance of a soft whine.
"Kemu, just because I'm not mom doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me."
The large beast's ears twitched, flicking further back, and he slowly lifted his massive head somewhat, soon turning to face the owner of that slightly irritated voice to filter from behind. He took a moment to draw himself back from the fallen entity strewn at his claws, before he turned sideways to him, head still held low, like an animal raised to be a transport beast. He slowly turned his glowing red gaze on the being behind him, staring at the spiky haired lad, before glancing back with another doggish whine.
Gold traced cyan eyes blinked, attention slowly turning downward, where the beast's companion finally gathered in the sizable pool of half congealed blood spread over the grass, and then the exposed, shivering form of the young man to have produced it. Silver brows quirked, before he twitched, half squinting an eye, as if in distaste, and eventually made his way to the animal's side. "Is this why you strayed away from me so quickly, Kemui?"
Kemui looked upon his master, lowering his head further in a sort of animalistic nod, which he accompanied with a grunt that mixed the voices of a dragon, lion, and dog into one. As soon as he had, he lowered his horned head to nudge his muzzle against the shoulder of the winged being in question, before lifting back, ears folding back with the strained grunt he extracted.
"...Kemu, you're going to have to help me get this guy back to camp. If I just left him here and told mom about it, she'd have a conniption and bite off my ears."
Kemui blinked at the darkly clad fellow as he leaned down to try hefting up the bloodied mess of hair, feathers, and limbs, soon leaning down again, as if bowing, before lying down entirely, putting himself as low to the ground as his bulk would allow, while awaiting the weight of an almost angelic man to be placed on his back. In the following few moments, he slowly stood, limp bulk of their find draped over his back, and he slowly turned, slowly plodding his way back whence he came, with his human companion following close behind.
--
"'Ey mom, I'm back!"
A pair of silver ears flicking with the lad's call, a raven headed young feline hybrid turned, peering back with a single violet eye to watch both he and Kemui emerge from the brush surrounding their little encampment. "Asime, what took you? --And where are the herbs?"
Asimenios paused, peering blankly at her, before pulling gloved hands out of his pockets, lifting them into a frivolous shrug. "Sorry Kai-chan; found something else instead."
"...Eh?" Kaidona blinked at her son, tilting her head in befuddlement. "Found what?"
Asimenios stepped aside of Kemui, gesturing him closer, and lifted the same hand to indicate the Guimou's current load, turning his attention back on Kai-chan.
Kai-chan turned her attention upward, first at Kemui, before her nose twitched, finally gathering the potent smell of blood, at which point she lifted it higher to his back, shifting to move around to the beast's side as she did so. She stopped right before the limp form dangling from the curve of Kemui's spine, narrowing her eyes scrutinously upon the scarlet tainted silver head, and quirked her brows at the black roots, before slowly edging in closer. She leaned down, nearly placing herself beneath Kemui's side, and looked up, staring only a few moments at the man's face, before immediately falling back with a half horrified yelp. "Bwah?!"
Asimenios twitched as he watched his mother flop so gracelessly backward, striding over to blink befuddled at her. "What is it?"
"That... That's Iae-san!"
Asimenios twitched again, turning to stare at the blood layered Teningen hanging before them. "...It is? How in the hell?"
Kaidona shook her head, slowly pulling herself back to her feet. "I don't know... But that definitely is. I know that face anywhere, bloodstained or not." She turned to Asimenios as she reached up to push on Kemui's back, as if to tell the mixed beast to lie down, and soon reached to take the near unconscious lad off once he did, finding the additional weight of the new wings a bit much for her. "Ngh... Asime, help me get him down, will you?"
A quick nod shifted white tipped spines of silver as Asimenios moved to comply, reaching up at the opposite shoulder to pull with Kaidona, unfazed by the soft groan such an awkward procedure extracted, while the neko beside him cringed.
As they set him down, a cringe had made to Iaeruki's own face, form remaining otherwise limp as he was arranged, and as soon as he felt his aching muscles left alone, he began to shiver again, form weakly shifting to curl on his side again.
From off to the side, luminous crimson eyes watched, smoky shaded form slowly getting up, and Kemui lumbered his way over, eventually laying down to press his back against Iaeruki's spine. He was well aware that his masters had no clothing to spare, Asimenios having with him only what he was wearing, while Kai-chan had nothing at all to begin with. With that in mind, he would offer what little he could himself, which was his own body heat from his back, having decided that his Tails would serve little more than to be an annoyance to the lad.
Meanwhile, Asimenios had wandered off to perch himself atop a rock near the edge of their camp, while Kaidona tried her best at inspecting Iaeruki thoroughly for any wounds, open or otherwise. Eventually, she grew irritated with the amounts of blood skewing her judgement, and hefted Iaeruki back up off the ground, making her way towards a small hot water spring nearby. She cringed with each grunt she extracted of him along the way, trying to be careful, even though it seemed to prove useless. "...Sorry, Iae-san. I can't figure out what to do with you until you're cleaned."
By the time Kaidona had made it to the water, Iaeruki hadn't the mentality to object, his consciousness having drifted out of his grasp, which the slack in his form signified. She was aware of this, however paid no heed, taking care to be tender in the way she handled him, while inspecting him carefully for wounds as she went. Returning to camp, she set him down in his previous spot, minding his wings and positioning him on his side, before plunking down near Kemui, leaning her chin in her palm and staring at the Teningen in befuddlement.
Striding back empty-handed from a hunt, Asimenios paused before passing, turning to peer inquisitively at his mother. "What's shorting your brain?"
"Lookit Iae."
Asimenios scrunched his face. "Mom, I don't want to see that. I tolerate it enough with you."
Kaidona promptly reached to slap him upside the head. "You don't have to look at that. Asinine. Just look!"
The spiky haired lad released a low grumble, rubbing his head as he turned to peer down at the man's back. "What am I supposed to be looking for, anyway?"
"Remember how bloody he was when you two first brought him here?"
"...Yeah. He was lying in a pool of it. What's your point?"
"Where are his wounds? For there to be blood, there must be wounds, so where are they?"
Asimenios blinked, leaning down closer, and squinted, craning himself around to inspect Iaeruki's shoulders, chest, and neck; he found neither tarnish nor flaw in the Teningen's pallid skin. "...The hell?"
"See? And why isn't he a Ryuakurei?"
"Perhaps there's a connection between the two?"
"Perhaps. When he's rested and conscious, we'll see his judgement upon the matter."
"...After he finishes tweaking out."
"You give him far too little credit, Asime. I don't think he's going to tweak once he finds out he's no longer draconic."
"You give him too much credit, mom. No sane humanoid would take in that sort of information and stay deadpan."
"I could."
"...Mom, you're insane."
Kaidona suddenly paused. "...Shut up."
As you will see, while the intended plot and name are the same, the story itself is very different. This is the independent version.[/glow]
Splash! Drip... drip...
...Drip...
...Chink, plit...
"...Nnh..." Through the pitch darkness resounded the quiet sounds of dripping water into a lake, accompanied soon by the groan of a young male, as well as something large falling into the water, and what almost sounded like weaponry hitting against each other. Another quiet groan slipped past, the owner's form soon twitching, and eventually the darkness cracked only enough to gather bits of grass, a small shrub, and perhaps a rock. With some effort, that crack grew wider, until trees joined the shrubbery, and the edge of a small body of water appeared behind the rock, which turned to be rather large.
The vision of the emerald orbs, traced in scarlet at their rounded pupils, seemed somewhat bleary at first, until a slow blink or two brought it back into focus. Bits of silver littered a portion of those eyes' sight range, owner's form twitching again, until a pained grunt belted forth. They then clamped shut, and a half outstretched arm tensed shakily, a slight contortion overcoming a pale, bloodstained face, opposite arm soon shifting to attempt pushing a seemingly heavy torso off the scarlet tainted grass.
A pair of almost elvish ears twitched, gathering the sound of shifting feathers, however the silver headed entity paid no heed to it, simply struggling to get himself off the ground, even just a little bit. Pain flooded his entire body, and as he held himself suspended from the ground, a dull drip resounded from beneath him, cold blood slowly oozing off his bare chest to the crimson pool he'd been deposited in. It wasn't long before that shaking arm slipped, and his weak form abruptly collapsed back into the poise he'd awoken in.
His face scrunched again, looking as if he were suddenly ill, and he broke into harsh coughing, before vomiting a throat-full of blood. His ragged coughing continued a short time after, until ceased with a difficult swallow, eerily shaded eyes slowly opening once more to stare off at the area ahead. A blade hung sheathed from the branch of a tree, offering a gentle sway beside a belt, which bore a pair of daggers. Those irises slowly shifted to peer up the length of the weapon, where they paused on the small, dark form of a rodent that had perched on the sword's hilt to peer around.
After a few moments of jerkily looking around, it turned and hopped off, forcing the bladed weapon to sway more intensely, which brought it to clank slightly against the tip of a dagger's sheath. Another quiet groan sounded after the noise, weakly quivering form of the lad soon shifting into a shiver, as the cool air on bare skin slowly ate the heat out of his body, yet he currently hadn't the energy to do a thing about it.
What happened...? Where did all this blood... all this pain come from...?
Amidst the near silence that loomed over him, a very faint rustling sounded from a short distance behind him, followed by low thuds, like a large beast emerging, and lumbering slowly forth.
The silver-headed entity never noticed, eyes slowly drifting shut, and he made a weak attempt to roll onto his side, managing to do so after struggling for a short while. From there he scrunched faintly, currently able to sense nothing, and simply shivered, both with pain and cold, as if waiting for at least one to subside. Neither did, however that was not what brought his eyes to open again. It was the familiar scent to reach his dulled sense of smell that gave him the inclination to take another look.
As his blurred eyes slowly peered around, they eventually locked on what first appeared to be a large, darkly colored blotch. Those red-emerald pools soon narrowed to a weak squint, eventually gathering that the coloration was a smoky grey/black, and tried to correct themselves for the sake of gathering the darkly shaded being's features. He twitched, eyes clamping shut a moment, before opening again, staring back up with not a single change in clarity.
His weak, pain afflicted muscles tensed, form slowly shifting, and he tried to push off the ground again, cold, slowly congealing blood causing the ground beneath him to be rather slimy. As a result, he slipped and once again collapsed back into place, a loud, pained grunt extracted from the occurrence. It was this very substance that covered his altered, exposed form, and tainted the silver of his thigh length tresses. However, not a single wound tarnished his flesh; not amongst his torso and limbs, nor the feathered wings which now protruded from his shoulder blades, however even so, it seemed the blood which surrounded him was indeed his own.
Luminous scarlet eyes peered down upon him with half a blink, before their owner, a smoky shaded, horse sized mixture of lion, dragon, and dog slowly lumbered closer, leaning a canine muzzle down near a blood coated cheek. The tip of a lionesque ear twitched, along with the lengths of four thick canine Tails, and thick white whiskers flicked back as a large canine nose quivered, taking in the lad's scent. Only a moment was spent doing this, before a long, red tongue slipped forth from a black lip, and ran across the young male's cheek, muzzle lifting away after the utterance of a soft whine.
"Kemu, just because I'm not mom doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me."
The large beast's ears twitched, flicking further back, and he slowly lifted his massive head somewhat, soon turning to face the owner of that slightly irritated voice to filter from behind. He took a moment to draw himself back from the fallen entity strewn at his claws, before he turned sideways to him, head still held low, like an animal raised to be a transport beast. He slowly turned his glowing red gaze on the being behind him, staring at the spiky haired lad, before glancing back with another doggish whine.
Gold traced cyan eyes blinked, attention slowly turning downward, where the beast's companion finally gathered in the sizable pool of half congealed blood spread over the grass, and then the exposed, shivering form of the young man to have produced it. Silver brows quirked, before he twitched, half squinting an eye, as if in distaste, and eventually made his way to the animal's side. "Is this why you strayed away from me so quickly, Kemui?"
Kemui looked upon his master, lowering his head further in a sort of animalistic nod, which he accompanied with a grunt that mixed the voices of a dragon, lion, and dog into one. As soon as he had, he lowered his horned head to nudge his muzzle against the shoulder of the winged being in question, before lifting back, ears folding back with the strained grunt he extracted.
"...Kemu, you're going to have to help me get this guy back to camp. If I just left him here and told mom about it, she'd have a conniption and bite off my ears."
Kemui blinked at the darkly clad fellow as he leaned down to try hefting up the bloodied mess of hair, feathers, and limbs, soon leaning down again, as if bowing, before lying down entirely, putting himself as low to the ground as his bulk would allow, while awaiting the weight of an almost angelic man to be placed on his back. In the following few moments, he slowly stood, limp bulk of their find draped over his back, and he slowly turned, slowly plodding his way back whence he came, with his human companion following close behind.
--
"'Ey mom, I'm back!"
A pair of silver ears flicking with the lad's call, a raven headed young feline hybrid turned, peering back with a single violet eye to watch both he and Kemui emerge from the brush surrounding their little encampment. "Asime, what took you? --And where are the herbs?"
Asimenios paused, peering blankly at her, before pulling gloved hands out of his pockets, lifting them into a frivolous shrug. "Sorry Kai-chan; found something else instead."
"...Eh?" Kaidona blinked at her son, tilting her head in befuddlement. "Found what?"
Asimenios stepped aside of Kemui, gesturing him closer, and lifted the same hand to indicate the Guimou's current load, turning his attention back on Kai-chan.
Kai-chan turned her attention upward, first at Kemui, before her nose twitched, finally gathering the potent smell of blood, at which point she lifted it higher to his back, shifting to move around to the beast's side as she did so. She stopped right before the limp form dangling from the curve of Kemui's spine, narrowing her eyes scrutinously upon the scarlet tainted silver head, and quirked her brows at the black roots, before slowly edging in closer. She leaned down, nearly placing herself beneath Kemui's side, and looked up, staring only a few moments at the man's face, before immediately falling back with a half horrified yelp. "Bwah?!"
Asimenios twitched as he watched his mother flop so gracelessly backward, striding over to blink befuddled at her. "What is it?"
"That... That's Iae-san!"
Asimenios twitched again, turning to stare at the blood layered Teningen hanging before them. "...It is? How in the hell?"
Kaidona shook her head, slowly pulling herself back to her feet. "I don't know... But that definitely is. I know that face anywhere, bloodstained or not." She turned to Asimenios as she reached up to push on Kemui's back, as if to tell the mixed beast to lie down, and soon reached to take the near unconscious lad off once he did, finding the additional weight of the new wings a bit much for her. "Ngh... Asime, help me get him down, will you?"
A quick nod shifted white tipped spines of silver as Asimenios moved to comply, reaching up at the opposite shoulder to pull with Kaidona, unfazed by the soft groan such an awkward procedure extracted, while the neko beside him cringed.
As they set him down, a cringe had made to Iaeruki's own face, form remaining otherwise limp as he was arranged, and as soon as he felt his aching muscles left alone, he began to shiver again, form weakly shifting to curl on his side again.
From off to the side, luminous crimson eyes watched, smoky shaded form slowly getting up, and Kemui lumbered his way over, eventually laying down to press his back against Iaeruki's spine. He was well aware that his masters had no clothing to spare, Asimenios having with him only what he was wearing, while Kai-chan had nothing at all to begin with. With that in mind, he would offer what little he could himself, which was his own body heat from his back, having decided that his Tails would serve little more than to be an annoyance to the lad.
Meanwhile, Asimenios had wandered off to perch himself atop a rock near the edge of their camp, while Kaidona tried her best at inspecting Iaeruki thoroughly for any wounds, open or otherwise. Eventually, she grew irritated with the amounts of blood skewing her judgement, and hefted Iaeruki back up off the ground, making her way towards a small hot water spring nearby. She cringed with each grunt she extracted of him along the way, trying to be careful, even though it seemed to prove useless. "...Sorry, Iae-san. I can't figure out what to do with you until you're cleaned."
By the time Kaidona had made it to the water, Iaeruki hadn't the mentality to object, his consciousness having drifted out of his grasp, which the slack in his form signified. She was aware of this, however paid no heed, taking care to be tender in the way she handled him, while inspecting him carefully for wounds as she went. Returning to camp, she set him down in his previous spot, minding his wings and positioning him on his side, before plunking down near Kemui, leaning her chin in her palm and staring at the Teningen in befuddlement.
Striding back empty-handed from a hunt, Asimenios paused before passing, turning to peer inquisitively at his mother. "What's shorting your brain?"
"Lookit Iae."
Asimenios scrunched his face. "Mom, I don't want to see that. I tolerate it enough with you."
Kaidona promptly reached to slap him upside the head. "You don't have to look at that. Asinine. Just look!"
The spiky haired lad released a low grumble, rubbing his head as he turned to peer down at the man's back. "What am I supposed to be looking for, anyway?"
"Remember how bloody he was when you two first brought him here?"
"...Yeah. He was lying in a pool of it. What's your point?"
"Where are his wounds? For there to be blood, there must be wounds, so where are they?"
Asimenios blinked, leaning down closer, and squinted, craning himself around to inspect Iaeruki's shoulders, chest, and neck; he found neither tarnish nor flaw in the Teningen's pallid skin. "...The hell?"
"See? And why isn't he a Ryuakurei?"
"Perhaps there's a connection between the two?"
"Perhaps. When he's rested and conscious, we'll see his judgement upon the matter."
"...After he finishes tweaking out."
"You give him far too little credit, Asime. I don't think he's going to tweak once he finds out he's no longer draconic."
"You give him too much credit, mom. No sane humanoid would take in that sort of information and stay deadpan."
"I could."
"...Mom, you're insane."
Kaidona suddenly paused. "...Shut up."
