Post by shatan on Dec 14, 2007 15:46:27 GMT -5
((This thread's for Shiryou and Kurai when they get accepted, as well as Kit if she wants to bring Yukina in. I'm open to anyone else joining in later, though doubt anyone will want to xDD))
ˇ˅ˇThe Ending of Your Lifeˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇIf life ain’tˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇJust a jokeˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇThen why am Iˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇLaughing?ˇ˅ˇ
Lyrics © My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday
ˇ˅ˇNagurikorosuˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇHave you heard the newsˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇThat you’re dead?ˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇI think they neverˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇLiked you anywayˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇHave you heard the newsˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇThat you’re dead?ˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇI think they neverˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇLiked you anywayˇ˅ˇ
I’m an addict for dramatics.
Ah yes, he was indeed fond of the dramatics, such as how dramatically dark these lands were. A forest, much like ones in the rest of this land, but denser and darker, a dwelling place for youkai, though he doubted any of them were of substantial enough strength to beat him. A human girl, on the other hand; he smirked. Perhaps he should have recognized that he owed that girl his life, but he simply wasn’t one to recognize a debt to anyone outside the family, and rarely even to one within the family. Perhaps she had saved his life and allowed him to survive the trip down the mountain and out of the cold that otherwise likely would have ended him and his cold-blooded tail, but that changed nothing; she still had manage to slap that necklace on him, and it’s very presence burned against his neck where it was, hidden beneath his scarf. He still couldn’t believe that she had so easily bested him, but he did not intend for her to best him further, necklace or not.
After all, he was sure she was behind him, following him from a slight distance. He doubted she would have lost track of him even when he had taken his leave of her as soon as he got the chance; she was a fox, after all. Human form or not, she was a fox. He doubted he could manage to hide from any of the canines or similar demons, and that included foxes. But, she was in human form; she may could track him, but she could not possibly hope to defend herself. His smirk widened; yes, well, the necklace may stop him from attacking her, but it did not compel him to save her, and if she had so foolishly decided to follow him, then he figured it was only a matter of time before the sweet taste of blood would come to him on the wind, at which point he would be free of her cursed command over him.
Dramatic? Quite so, but he was a Dokusatsu; he did not know how to loose. He would emerge victorious of this despite what it took. His hand may be stayed, but the hands, claws, and fangs of the youkai in this forest were not. Despite the displays of power the girl had shown during their trip on the mountain, Naguri still doubted her ability to defend herself; after all, as far as he was concerned, so long as she stayed in that form, she was no better than a filthy half-breed, and he had never known a half-breed to be able to defend itself.
So sure of his imminent victory was he that he was paying attention to nothing but his own anticipation of the taste of blood on the wind; he did not search the tastes and scents for any others, expecting only for blood to soon take the stage; he did not expect any powerful youkai to be here in this forest, and as far as he was concerned, none of these lesser youkai would dare attack him; after all, surely they must know it would be a death wish to do so. He smirked; though, he supposed, one could not always expect others to be aware of their own signing of a death wish; after all, if that girl had followed him—as he was sure she had, though the plants played with his senses far too much for him to catch her taste on the wind—then she had signed her own death wish as well.
His thoughts of revenge paused momentarily, though his leisurely pace did not falter; it would indeed be a shame for her to be so suddenly killed. He much would have preferred a slower death for such a one as could best him, even if it were by trick as opposed to might. But the necklace—curse it—would not allow him to have his way. Ah well, his goal would be reached either way, just not by his preferred methods.
It was a shame that the girl was not more easily taunted like her friend, that mix-breed; if only he could taunt the little fox into freeing him of the necklace and allowing them to settle this honorably; but alas, he could not taunt her so without his face meeting that new enemy of his: the dirt. It was an experience he did not care to repeat, and so he would simply have to settle this by resorting to tricks himself; there was no dishonor in tricking a trickster, after all, though there was hardly as much fun. A shame, to be sure, but one must sometimes settle for a more boring approach. Rest assured, however, that Naguri had no intention of being tricked so easily again, and it would not happen again for many long years, his having to take the boring approach.
What was more of a shame, however, was that, so wrapped up in his thoughts of revenge was he, that Naguri failed to pay attention to his surroundings. A shame, indeed, that he had not yet learned his lesson. But we all do have faults, after all, and we will simply have to allow Naguri his; perhaps he will learn soon enough.
Ah yes, he was indeed fond of the dramatics, such as how dramatically dark these lands were. A forest, much like ones in the rest of this land, but denser and darker, a dwelling place for youkai, though he doubted any of them were of substantial enough strength to beat him. A human girl, on the other hand; he smirked. Perhaps he should have recognized that he owed that girl his life, but he simply wasn’t one to recognize a debt to anyone outside the family, and rarely even to one within the family. Perhaps she had saved his life and allowed him to survive the trip down the mountain and out of the cold that otherwise likely would have ended him and his cold-blooded tail, but that changed nothing; she still had manage to slap that necklace on him, and it’s very presence burned against his neck where it was, hidden beneath his scarf. He still couldn’t believe that she had so easily bested him, but he did not intend for her to best him further, necklace or not.
After all, he was sure she was behind him, following him from a slight distance. He doubted she would have lost track of him even when he had taken his leave of her as soon as he got the chance; she was a fox, after all. Human form or not, she was a fox. He doubted he could manage to hide from any of the canines or similar demons, and that included foxes. But, she was in human form; she may could track him, but she could not possibly hope to defend herself. His smirk widened; yes, well, the necklace may stop him from attacking her, but it did not compel him to save her, and if she had so foolishly decided to follow him, then he figured it was only a matter of time before the sweet taste of blood would come to him on the wind, at which point he would be free of her cursed command over him.
Dramatic? Quite so, but he was a Dokusatsu; he did not know how to loose. He would emerge victorious of this despite what it took. His hand may be stayed, but the hands, claws, and fangs of the youkai in this forest were not. Despite the displays of power the girl had shown during their trip on the mountain, Naguri still doubted her ability to defend herself; after all, as far as he was concerned, so long as she stayed in that form, she was no better than a filthy half-breed, and he had never known a half-breed to be able to defend itself.
So sure of his imminent victory was he that he was paying attention to nothing but his own anticipation of the taste of blood on the wind; he did not search the tastes and scents for any others, expecting only for blood to soon take the stage; he did not expect any powerful youkai to be here in this forest, and as far as he was concerned, none of these lesser youkai would dare attack him; after all, surely they must know it would be a death wish to do so. He smirked; though, he supposed, one could not always expect others to be aware of their own signing of a death wish; after all, if that girl had followed him—as he was sure she had, though the plants played with his senses far too much for him to catch her taste on the wind—then she had signed her own death wish as well.
His thoughts of revenge paused momentarily, though his leisurely pace did not falter; it would indeed be a shame for her to be so suddenly killed. He much would have preferred a slower death for such a one as could best him, even if it were by trick as opposed to might. But the necklace—curse it—would not allow him to have his way. Ah well, his goal would be reached either way, just not by his preferred methods.
It was a shame that the girl was not more easily taunted like her friend, that mix-breed; if only he could taunt the little fox into freeing him of the necklace and allowing them to settle this honorably; but alas, he could not taunt her so without his face meeting that new enemy of his: the dirt. It was an experience he did not care to repeat, and so he would simply have to settle this by resorting to tricks himself; there was no dishonor in tricking a trickster, after all, though there was hardly as much fun. A shame, to be sure, but one must sometimes settle for a more boring approach. Rest assured, however, that Naguri had no intention of being tricked so easily again, and it would not happen again for many long years, his having to take the boring approach.
What was more of a shame, however, was that, so wrapped up in his thoughts of revenge was he, that Naguri failed to pay attention to his surroundings. A shame, indeed, that he had not yet learned his lesson. But we all do have faults, after all, and we will simply have to allow Naguri his; perhaps he will learn soon enough.
ˇ˅ˇThe Ending of Your Lifeˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇIf life ain’tˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇJust a jokeˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇThen why am Iˇ˅ˇ
ˇ˅ˇLaughing?ˇ˅ˇ
Lyrics © My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday