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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 26 2017, 07:15 PM
know you're free to come alive
Her heart ached and her body was weary beyond compare. Still, she trudged on, having moved from place to place via that rather unsettling train. Was that this world's only method of transportation, really? Pack rode on her shoulder, his baby blues fixated on the sun ."Lia, I need to leave you soon... Will you be okay? You should find a place to hunker down for the night..." Her companion's voice was more of a plea, mixed with a command, rather than a gentle suggestion. Around that time, his ears perked.
His tail twitched, seemingly with agitation. "Sounds like a cat fight is going on up ahead... Stay here and I'll go check it out, okay?" Pack felt that it was the least he could do for her, all things considered... Not to mention, she needed to rest or she'd collapse in a less than savory environment. Why she'd left the sanctity of Hialao so soon after arriving was beyond his comprehension. Emilia opened her mouth to protest but he soon silenced her by placing the tip of his tail over her pouting lips. "No arguments from you, young lady, or I'll be forced to punish you." He teased, soon disappearing to investigate the noises he'd heard while Emilia plunked down rather ungracefully and heaved what sounded like a tired sigh.
She was more than capable of defending herself. Who did Pack think had defended her after he'd broken his contract with her? She scowled momentarily and shook the thought of, shooting to her feet when Pack called out to her, saying that the coast was clear. She lingered a few more moments, not wanting to seem like she was playing the part of a dog on a leash, before jogging ahead to meet up with Pack. "What seems to be the problem, Pack?" Her gaze traveled to the form of a retreating figure and a man with... Cat ears? She supposed it wasn't any stranger than Rem or Ram's horn(s) when they went psycho demon on unsuspecting beasts.
She couldn't help the sigh and the placing of her hand upon her hip. "Just what the hell do you think you were doing?! You could've been seriously hurt!" At her accusatory words, Pack only snickered. "Like you're one to talk, Lia.... Traipsing into unknown territory without a map or a guide of any kind..." He tutted and her face flushed to a soft pink. "T-That's different!" She snapped, her voice bordering on incredulous... After everything she'd done for Pack, he dared to undermine her in front of a complete and total stranger?!
The artificial spirit just smiled sweetly. "Is it, now, Lia? Last I checked, being an irresponsible pain in the ass has the same definition, regardless of where you go or where you look." His words had poor Emilia reeling for some sort of a response so rather than justify him with a response, she turned on her heel to face the stranger and dipped her head in silent apology. "If your wounds need tending to, I'd be more than happy to oblige." She said softly, flashing back to the days when her magic had kept Subaru-kun alive and well. Dammit, why did missing him have to hurt so much?
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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 27 2017, 09:22 AM
words: 916 | tag @BLUE & @EMILIA
And we'll be flying through the streets
With the People underneath
Sometimes it was hard to believe this wasn't his home. That the greenery around him didn't belong to the forests surrounding Karou. Sure the scent was a little different but everything about Wildewalls forests reminded him of home. The only difference was the safety. Here there was no void to steal limbs or parts of peoples bodies. There was no cannibalism. And there was no dreams.
He was scared to sleep the first night. But then he closed his eyes and when he woke up he more rested than he had ever been. Wildewall wasn't perfect though. It was busy and crowded compared to his little village. It made Konoe uncomfortable. There was just too many people. Not even people sometimes. There were things he'd never heard of and creatures he couldn't imagine.
It was why he chose this place as his home. A little hut tucked away on the outskirts. It was bigger than his old home with its own bedroom and a little bathroom which he didn't really understand the point of. He found it too big and took to sleeping on the main room floor instead. The bedroom was only really used for storage.
It was weird but it was his. He was content with the setup. With no demons or curses or void or cannibalism to fear he was starting to finally relax. That didn't mean he was completely safe or free of concerns though...
Konoe arched his back and landed on all fours. His feet and claws dug into the dirt leaving marks. One eye closed slightly in pain but he didn't dare close them both. The normally green grass was stained heavily in red. The blood splattered bits of green and brown making the clearing a morbid mess. It wasn't all his own.
Konoe locked his thin pupils on the other source. The strange rat-like creature curled its lip and hissed and Konoe returned the favor. He didn't care what this creature was. All that mattered was that it clearly knew it was trespassing on his territory. Had it been more 'human-like' Konoe would have just talked it out. But the minute he'd caught it trying to mark over his own territory markings things had gone south.
He'd lost his sword but at least he'd disarmed the ratling as well. Both their weapons lay somewhere in the grass. Resorting to bites and scratches instead. Konoe was in the lead but not by much. The injuries were taking their toll and Konoe was starting to get dizzy but he didn't let up.
The ratling darted forward. Konoe leapt as it drew close. His claws dug into thick fur and flesh and his teeth followed. Blood sprayed in the air and the taste filled his teeth. The ratling howled and shook but Konoe hung on. He was fighting for more than just land. Territory was only a first step. If the ratling won Konoe would lose his life as well.
Finally he slid his claws out and leaped off. Konoe landed on his side but he'd done enough. The ratling raced away leaving Konoe to lick his wounds and gather his bearings. Dragging his tongue over a cut on his inner arm the Ribikan looked around. He wasn't alone.
Every hair stood on end as he locked eyes with the girl. A Two-Cane by the looks of it. Ears flattened against his head and Konoe dropped into a crouch. He was too tired and wounded to put on much of a threatening display but the black tail lashed from side to side nevertheless.
She was arguing. Not with him though. Konoe moved his eyes to stare at the weird floating... squirrel? Cat? It didn't look like a proper Cat. It looked more like the furry Cat's Ribikan's had supposedly descended from. He remembered the stories of Two-Canes and Cat's and not for the first time he wondered if he'd gone back in time instead of transporting to another dimension.
Konoe flinched back when she turned her attention on him. On-top of being a Two-Cane she was also clearly a girl. It was still strange to be in a world where females weren't mostly killed off by the Void. It was a sight that seized his throat everytime and now was no exception. He couldn't stay silent forever though.
Looking down he noticed his wounds properly now. There was a lot of blood he'd lost and it made him feel dizzy. As if by realizing it he made the fact real. She was offering to heal him? Heal. As in magic? He'd heard a little about magic when he'd come to Wildewood but the idea was still strange. Especially since it wasn't anything like the Sanga magic he'd only heard about in his own world.
She was offering to help. He forced his body to relax but quickly regretted it. His body tipped and he staggered before falling to his knees. A small noise of struggle left his throat and he fought to stay upright. Not trusting himself to speak Konoe locked eyes with the girl and slowly nodded.
The bites were starting to itch and he hissed softly before licking at the injuries cleaning them with his tongue. He didn't stop watching her and her strange floating companion as he did so. Just because she'd offered to help him didn't mean he could trust them just yet.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 27 2017, 08:44 PM
know you're free to come alive
Emilia was watching the man quizzically, unable to help herself. She'd seen familiar wariness in the eyes of cornered animals and the eyes of those that confused her for Satella. He didn't trust her and perhaps, she couldn't blame him for that. Slowly, she approached, holding up her hands in a placating manner to show that she wasn't armed and that she meant him no harm. "Pack, I'll need you to boost my magical capabilities, okay? I need to temporarily jump-start his body's ability to produce blood... It's too risky out here to let him stumble and stagger about like a drunkard." She spoke in hushed tones and with Pack watching the man, he slowly nodded his head.
Pack balanced himself preciously on her shoulder, his hind paws dangling downward. "If you hurt Lia, I'll see to it you don't draw another breath." He warned, his voice low and threatening. Emilia could only roll her eyes as she held her hands over the man's chest. Her hands began to glow as magical coursed from her palms. "I'm sorry if this stings at all... " The strong scent of blood was beginning to bother her and as she worked, she tried hard to focus on the man, rather than the blood that covered the ground.
It proved to be difficult, at best. "My name is Emilia." She murmured, once she'd finished, the her efforts to heal him clearly having taken their toll, despite the fact she had used Pack for a conduit. From her peripheral vision, she could see Pack slowly fading from view, the rest of the magic that kept him visible having been used up in her efforts to heal the stranger. Before he faded completely from view, he made it known that he was watching the stranger. "Do you feel any better?" She asked quietly, her purple-blue ears mirroring the concern that she felt.
She held her hand out to him, offering to help steady him. She already missed Pack. He always went away, either when the sun set or when the magic that tethered him to his physical form was used up. Despite being a spirit, he was a living, breathing creature and she loved him like a very protective, older brother, which, in essence, was exactly what he was. He was a little over three hundred years her senior and took every opportunity to rub it in. Respect your elders, he'd tell her. He'd once been human and could, at times, come off as a bit of a flirt but apart from all of that, he was her companion and the closest thing she had to a best friend.
He'd been duty-bound to protect and serve her and even so, he didn't take his job lightly or so it grudgingly. Rem and Ram were also duty-bound to serve her in the same capacity, as per Roswaal-sama's orders, but she got the feeling that they didn't like her or appreciate her company as much as Pack seemed to. Maybe he was just better at schmoozing and rubbing elbows than the girls were. She would've killed to have a sibling to look out for her and the universe had gifted her with sweet, beautiful Pack... And even though he tended to be a smartass, she wouldn't have changed their relationship for the world or all of its riches. Perhaps, in another life, she could've known him when he was human. "Again, I must apologize for my companion's antics... He means well..." She offered the other a fleeting smile.
She, herself, was feeling the effects of a complete lack of sleep, as well as the effects of using her magic without any energy to spare for such a selfless act. "Do you live around here? I could help you find you to your home, if you wish." After she helped him, she'd find a place to "hunker down," as Pack had put it. As much as she adored Pack, he could occasionally be a pain in the ass... And he accused her of being such a thing. The nerve of some people! Still, she couldn't deny that Pack was right.
She lifted a hand to rub the back of her neck, starting to miss the familiar weight of her friend riding on her shoulder. "Is there, perhaps, someplace I can spend the night around here?" If need be, she could always find a spot up high and settle down there until morning light then make her way back to Hialao, though she dreaded going back to the place that she was, no doubt, going to be calling home until further notice. She'd be surrounded by trains that came and went and she would bet her bottom dollar that none of those trains would be carrying anyone that she recognized. That wasn't her being cynical or pessimistic, mind you, but rather, realistic. There was a difference, even if only slight in the eyes of some. She sighed quietly and tried not to show that she just wanted to sleep off whatever it was that currently had her down.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 28 2017, 11:29 PM
words: 1430 | tag @BLUE & @EMILIA
And we'll be flying through the streets
With the People underneath
The words that spilled from the girls soft lips was puzzling to Konoe. A mixture of terms that should have been familiar in a complex pattern that left them alien to the Ribikan. He could contemplate bits and pieces though. She’d clearly used the word ‘magical’ about her self or something like that. As well she mentioned something about his ability to produce blood. Was she going to make him bleed to death? He gave himself a mental shake. She seemed eager to help him. There was no scent of trickery about her. Then again it wasn’t like it was a scent he could pick out easily but it seemed like she was telling the truth.
His ears flicked forward. Though she whispered softly, he still picked out these little snippets. His tail lashed once before the fur flattened reluctantly. As much as he was tempted to recoil he stood his ground. The idea of a tiny little floating furball threatening him was odd. Funny even. Yet he took the words with a slight hint of nerves and his ears flattened a little further. He took everything that happened as best he could as his tongue stilled and withdrew.
At least she had the kindness to warn him. Preparing himself for a bit of pain atop his current wounds came easily. He felt the soft creep of magic and curled his lip with his fur rising again. Sting had been an understatement but it wasn’t as bad as he’d prepared for. So while a small growl escaped and his tail lashed, Konoe remained calm. He even averted his gaze to study the grass. It wouldn’t be good if he frightened her with his instinct reactions.
The hands withdrew and Konoe looked over his injuries. He was surprised to see the skin bloody but intact. In fact it even looked like he’d never been cut at all! The Cat gave his skin a small cautious sniff and gently darted out his tongue. The skin was given a few licks before Konoe looked up. The girl was speaking again. Emilia. Her name was Emilia. He looked around for a minute before sitting back. If she’d taken the time to heal him than she couldn’t be that bad, right? Though he was still a little unsure Konoe decided to give her the benefit of his doubt.
A hint of a smile ghosted over his lips and his orange hues softened a little from their harsh expression. ”Mine’s Konoe,” he said as he swiped his tongue over his arm again. Slowly he began to clean off the blood and dirt that had collected one lick at a time. He only paused here and there to glance at things that either caught his interest or caution. The way the strange furball faded away was odd and worrisome. Was it some kind of demon? His tail lashed at the thought and his ears flicked back but he decided not to linger on it much.
The now clean arm was licked again along the wrist and side of his fist before swiping over his ears a few times. He wouldn’t be able to clean the blood from his clothes but at least his flesh wasn’t all mucked up. When he heard Emilia speak again he paused. Slowly his had dropped from his ears and Konoe offered a more obvious smile. ”Yeah. Much better. Thankyou.” He looked at the offered hand before taking it. He was glad he did when the world tipped and he had to stagger before catching himself. His tail lashed out and eventually he found his balance again.
The hand was warm in his. He was confused for a minute at the feeling of its heat. He couldn’t remember really holding anyone’s hand before. At least not since his mother passed away. There just had been anyone that close to him. Tokino had been close. But the other Cat had been so busy with his travels that the only real time they had together were a brief few moments when Tokino visited. They’d hugged once or twice, maybe brushed knuckles when Tokino would give him something or vise versa. Other than that though there really hadn’t been much.
He felt the hand slide from his grip dragging him back into reality. Curling his tail a little closer to his body at a lax angle Konoe looked over the girls face again. Were all Two-Cane’s like this? He’d never seen one with pale hair, but he’d only seen a handful of them since he’d come here. The eyes were strange too. They reminded him of flowers, lavender specifically. He wondered if she were mad would they look like gems? He thought they might. Her voice cut in against his rambling thoughts and he shook his head both to clear it and in answer.
”It’s.. it’s no problem,” he offered. He caught the fleeting smile with one of his own. The air was a little awkward but not by much. It felt sort of comfortable in a way. For only his second real encounter with a Two-Cane it was pretty nice. Her mention of the weird cat-like demon brought a number of questions bubbling to his lips. He didn’t get to ask them right away since Emilia was already on another topic but the Ribikan didn’t mind.
He thought about his little hovel and nodded. ”I have a hut not too far away from here- oh, one sec!” His eyes widened. How could he have forgotten already? He stumbled a few steps as he moved away towards the edge of the trees around them. One of them was marked with a number of scratches and probably had the most blood out of all the trees here. He kicked at the dirt around it and clawed the bark a few times. Tail lashing side to side he even nudged up against it. He wanted to make sure the message was clear with his scent and the blood around. This was his section of territory and anyone who tried overstepping it would meet the same fate as the ratling.
With that done Konoe cleaned some of the blood off his neck in the same cat-like manner as before and returned to Emilia’s side. He didn’t seem to think anything was weird about what he’d just done and simply dipped his head so that Emilia was clearly free to follow. ”It’s this way.” He waited just long enough to make sure she was following before he ducked back into the woods. His footsteps were slow and careful. He was still dizzy from the loss of blood and constantly staggering over little things. If it weren’t for Emilia arriving he wasn’t sure if he would have survived.
Speaking of Emilia. He watched her closely as they moved through the forest. He could clearly see the other girl was exhausted. Was it the magic use that tired her out so much? Guilt nibbled at his insides and he didn’t miss a beat when she offered up a question about living arrangements. ”I have a room you can use. I just store stuff in there so it’s not a big deal and I think the bed is supposed to be comfy?” He sounded a little unsure but he couldn’t help it. He’d lived on a pallet of straw and other things for so long that an actual bed felt too strange for him to adjust to.
Now that they had a little time and she was mostly out of questions Konoe decided to try at some of his own. He had a lot of things he was curious about. He just hoped he wasn’t being rude by asking them. ”Um… if uh.. I mean…” He hesitated a moment and tried again. ”That friend of yours. Is he a demon?” His tail lashed once and a spark of caution entered his eyes. He hadn’t really had any direct dealings with demons but he knew enough to be uneasy.
Demons were dangerous. He had a vivid flash of memory about a certain set of dreams and his blood ran cold. Konoe reached up, scratching at his lower arms and causing the sleeve to shift. He caught a brief glimpse of the tattoo’s underneath and fixed the simple linen over them again with a prompt shove away from those thoughts. Almost as if just thinking about the snakes would invite them back into his dreams for another night. And that was the last thing he wanted.