Fantasy RP (Oriental Style)

[OokamiShiroi]

Riku gave a surprised laugh shaking the water droplets off like a cat with a sort of ripple effect. Not that it was needed though, since the wind was rushing past them. Oh I don't have the words for it! a sense of elation passed through the connection between them. Riku opened his mouth and a sound like the ringing of a giant bell filled their minds, it wasn't an actual voiced noise though and was probably impossible to recreate with normal means.  

[Cyanide Lips]

Aoiro jumped slightly at the sound. And Rote began to do another roll into a large cloud. Her hair was dusted with the fine sparkles of raindrops and she soon shook them off as only more could collect on her thick hair.

Rote roared again, diving close to the ground and gliding through the air, he let his claws skim a lake underneath them. His tail's tip grazing the surface as the climbed once more into the sky and then turning round for the field. So glad to fly again.... came the soft voice of Aoiro with a smile. Rote grumbled his agreement.  

[OokamiShiroi]

You two do this often? Riku thought at them, relaxing his grip on the spike in front of him. It wasn't that he thought he would fall off, but he was fully away of exactly what would happen to his essence if he fell from this height.  

[Cyanide Lips]

Aoiro smiled as Rote slowed his pace and then plopped onto the field, running as he landed and then slowing down all together to a halt. We do when we can, as far as noticing us... We have grown used to it here. People gawk at us and some try to throw spears at Rote. But his scales are by far the strongest thing. Their like adamant, not easily broken. Though of course all creatures have weak spots... she said with a sigh, feeling very content.

Rote lowered himself to the ground to allow their easy access to land. His head snaked around and looked at them both, the glowing red eyes seemed to shine with a happiness at the flight and a question for Riku if he enjoyed it.  

[OokamiShiroi]

"Immensely. If I had dreams of my own this would occupy one of my favorites." Riku bowed deeply, his cheeks flushed, his grin nearly to wide for his face. He wrapped his kimono a little tighter around himself, both for lack of Rote's warmth and for the fact that it was getting colder. "Seems as though we made it back down just in time." He commented, looking up as dark clouds began to cover the sun.  

[Cyanide Lips]

Rote looked up at the sky, it's darkness making his eyes glow brighter. His spikes rose and his jaws opened to release the immense heat inside with a growl. His body slowly shrunk, the wings disappearing to form the sleeves and waist of his robe. His long hair grew out from the spikes and his red eyes still seemed to gleam even though they were normal. His pale white skin were a bright contrast against the black red. "Well now, rain isn't too friendly. Shall we get to the house Aoiro and invite our guest in?" he said with a small smile.

Aoiro nodded, her blue eyes scrutinizing the sky. She hated the rain as much as Rote did. It made her tired and Rote was reminded of a long distant battle when the thunder clashed. He had been badly wounded in that fight and lived with a scar. She began to walk towards the house, ushering the two men with her. "Your more than welcome Riku." she smiled at him.  

[OokamiShiroi]

"You two don't like the rain?" Riku asked over his shoulder, "It gives people very interesting dreams though... Oh wait, is that a good thing for you or a bad thing for you." He shrugged off his own question, "Anyway, you two's forms are so amazing. I mean, you look so, so... wow, I don't have the word for it." He fell silent, pondering that.  

[Cyanide Lips]

Rote shook his head as he lit the long pipe he had slid into his sleeve before changing. He stuffed it with a strong and sour smelling leaf bits. The leaves were dried into what looked like tobacco, but it was from a root that his people frequently smoked. Hun' la Flore they called it. It smelled awful to a human but in the nostrils of an Avian it was as sweet as candy, and it smoked for hours. He took a drag and sighed, letting the smoke drift from his nose lazily. "What?" he said looking at Aoiro to see her watching him.

Aoiro watched as the rain fell heavier, she shook the droplets off her kimono and entered the hut, snapping her fingers and sparks burst up into the little fireplace, soon there was a nice warm reach around them. "I don't like the rain only because it makes me slightly tired." She yawned softly at that, and excused herself for it. She looked at Rote sitting up in his rafters again, smoking and watching the fire. "Rote doesn't much like the rain because of his past... I can't say what about but I'm sure if you asked, he'd tell you."  

[OokamiShiroi]

Riku sat down cross-legged on the floor, not having trailed a single raindrop into their home. His eyes glinted in the firelight as he watched Aoiro, "Unless he wishes to tell be I will not ask, another's past is not something one should delve in carelessly." He then grinned up at Rote, "And I will not look into your dreams, for tonight at least."  

[Cyanide Lips]

Rote growled at him with a gruff nod of thanks, hoping to some degree this dream looking wasn't going to interferer with him as a person. But rolling over on his bed he shifted into a comfortable position and clearing his throat he began to talk of the day of his first battle. "It all started with a classmate of mine, and of course the territorial feelings males have for females. I had delved into the relationship is Rio'Lee, a beautiful Avian girl, and also classmate. She was beautiful... Blue hair, perfect horns. The best figure and very prim and proper." he said, voice gruff.

Aoiro sighed and watched the fire spark and crackle in it's brick housing. Her baby blue eyes seemed orange in it's light as she listened to Rote's soothing voice, and she soon found herself drifting into a drowsiness.  

[OokamiShiroi]

Riku leaned toward Rote, his elbows upon his knees, interlaced fingers supporting his chin. His silver eyes worked as near perfect mirrors, reflecting the fire and the hut around him with only small distortions. Yet despite this they gave an air of absolute attention, despite the relaxation of his shoulders and back.  

[Cyanide Lips]

Rote went on with a slightly pained look, as if recalling such things was hard on him mentally and physically. "And of course, she was the daughter of the king. Lucky us to have such a figure in our schooling even if it did make things harder for us normal class children... As with every group of drones, the young ones are called Drones for they are not yet Avian class until after the trials. Rio'Lee was a friend to me, she would talk to me often and seeing this upset my rival. He was a dark one, always trying to dissuade others and being hostile for dominance." he paused for a smoke and cleared his throat.

"He let it go on before he confronted me about it one day, which was raining much like today. He took a lash at me and then found myself in combat with the fellow. Both in our True forms, mid air. I was stabbed through the chest by his tail spikes and then as soon as he was the highest," another pause for a smoke which he then put out and then put away his long pipe. "that was where I made my return and struck him down. It ended there and being badly injured I was rushed off to the medical wing of the school. I still have that acursed scar too..." he said, putting his hand to his chest as if to make sure it was still there.

Aoiro was out. Her head drifting slightly to the left as she napped. Her breathing was soft and even, and her fiery orange hair was beginning to slip out of it's hold from the moisture, her comb and holding sticks falling to the floor with a soft clatter. As she had been sitting next to Riku, it was the natural direction she began to lean towards. And soon her head found his shoulder. Aoiro dreamed of the soft light coming down from the tree tops, the vast plains and high mountains, of mist and rain. A place she once called home.  

[OokamiShiroi]

"A-cha,... a painful story indeed. And Rio'Lee?" He gently ignored Aoiro's head upon his shoulder, other than the fact that he was careful not to move letting one arm fall lightly across her back so that she did not fall backwards onto the hard floor. He pulled his full attention to Rote, pushing dreams of misty forests to the back of his mind, although they played like a faint vision before his eyes. He would join her later, but now was Rote's time and he could feel that the answer to his question would be a painful one.

((Sorry, parents turned my internet off. I've only been able to get on for a few minutes at a time, in secret, before now.))  

[Cyanide Lips]

Rote swallowed hard at the question. His eyes fell to Aoiro laying against Riku's shoulder and her gentle expression as she slept. "Rio'Lee is still alive, she's taken over her father's kingdom now and most likely doesn't even remember me. I turned myself to exile after that event, and haven't been back in more than a few decades." he said and looked away.

Aoiro sighed in her sleep, her dreams turning to see a very large white fox, and behind it another fox but of different colors that changed constantly in a sort of wave like motion. They spoke to her, calling her name. But as the vision went on, she could see a snake of fire rising up the mountain, and distant voices yelling in anger. Looking down, she saw her reflection in a small pool of water, she was a fox like the white one, but her muzzle was covered in blood.

She twisted in agony as an arrow pierced her leg, and broke it off with her teeth. She began to run with the foxes, her two tails trailing out behind in in warning. many arrows flew at her, striking down the white fox and a swarm of her brethren broke from the trees and attacked the humans. She cried out and tears streamed down her muzzle. It was her fault, she caused this war.  

[OokamiShiroi]

Riku grimaced tightly, the reflection of fire in his eyes disappearing for a moment. Both accounts, the one before him and the one which played in the back of his mind, pulled at his heart. "I cannot say that I can feel your pain, for such a thing is not possible especially for me. But I can offer that one is often much harder on one's self than any other could be." He let his words fade and his head turn to Aoiro, shadows much like the dancing of firelight creating subtle patterns across his face. Mirror eyes took in the play of light upon her figure and a gentle hand stroked her fiery hair once before resting in his lap.

A gentle presence took her up swirling about her like a warm cloak. The images around her seemed to fade away into a comforting grayness. A man's warm arms encircled her stroking her head and whispering wordless comforts into her ear, embracing her.