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Post by Zyiamu on Sept 24, 2005 17:58:48 GMT -5
Death, it is a fate that all must behold. Many times though, death comes early for those whom are innocent, and so young. Pain works in mysterious ways, and you don't always know why life is taken as it is...but there is always a reason.
Zyiamu gazed down to her feet, to find a skeleton of a small girl. Diego was on the other end of the "Playground". Many of these bodies were killed in a crossfire, or were fed upon demons. She herself was a Kitsune Yasha but she didn't eat a child unless they posed a threat.
Such a waist, not all of these are humans either....which was true, she noticed many angels and demons too. This made her angry to see that humans, and others can kill the innocent with no pity. Zyiamu had no heart much of the time, but she had honor, and with honor you don't kill those whom are innocent.
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Post by Strike on Sept 24, 2005 19:17:28 GMT -5
A park meant an escape. Well it did in Strike's other town anyways. Not many people went to the park thus leaving it empty, free from the various beings trampling through. This one was a little bigger though, more of an adventure to explore. Here, not many were out it was a great escape. Well, until Strike stumbled on something he had wished he did not....
Walking along a concrete path, hands shoved lazily in his jean pockets, and a trench coat barely fluttering in the wind, Strike pressed on. His head was down, looking at nothing ahead of him, yet he knew when to move if a tree blocked the path or some other obstacle. Instinct, attentive attention, preferial vision; call it what you want, but he had it. Those silver eyes soon looked upward, taking in more of the park he had just wandered in to. Something was ahead. Someone stood and something of a mass on the ground. With a minor shrug he moved along and soon came up to the spot. He was meaning to pass the girl standing there, but soon the whole site caught him dead. Silver eyes now stared wide eyed at the mess, his mouth somewhat open. No words came from him, but his frozen figure told out loud his shock.
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Post by Zyiamu on Sept 25, 2005 9:44:41 GMT -5
Zyiamu looked up, she noticed that a new being was here, and the difference between him and everyone else not including her or Diego, was this one was alive. Her eyes were slightly watered, but that was of pity for these young ones...especially for the one infront of her. This was her this was her great, great, grandaughter...and she could tell through the eyes. She reaked of human blood, so someone along her bloodlines became unpure, but she didn't care, still it was a reletive.
This child could of been no older then eight. The fact that someone killed her without a second glance or even a need to honor her passing made Zyiamu full of hate and sorrow. Such emotion she is used to, but this was stronger then the average day. Zyiamu didn't say a word to the stranger, and her thought was probably that he thought she did all this. He could think what he wanted though, she didn't do it...and she would honor all these souls.
She whistled, and Diego in his small kitsune form came running. He too noticed the bloodline within this girl, she had Zyiamu's eyes, and the purple hair of her daughter, Xanta. He whimpered softly in sorrow and then looked up to Zyiamu. She nodded to him and then he looked across the land, at all the dead bodies.
Diego knew at once what Zyiamu was planning to do, and he began to find a more open field and began to dig small graves. We must honor those whom died before their time, and before they had a chance to do wrong...or decerve good...or bad.
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Post by Strike on Sept 30, 2005 23:20:34 GMT -5
Strike eyed the dead bodies more then allowed his silver gaze to fall on her in a astonishment. Fear mixed in there at first then a cold, accusing glare found it's way in. His face hardened and something new showed on his expression. Disgust? Maybe. Taking a step further away from her, he stopped and stared more. "You. Did you do this?" His gaze went to the dead bodies then back to her. She wasn't human, that was for sure. She was capable of such a slaughter it was believable to him. Already he knew not the girl and her reasons for being here and he accused. How foolish. Or maybe very wise?
His teeth gritted slightly and he could feel his power rise gerously from his skin, giving him an almost silver glow to his skin. It was as though he was the pale silver moon itself. But it was obvious he was not. He was prepared for battle, defense, annoyance, revenge for those he knew not, you name it.
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Post by Zyiamu on Oct 3, 2005 17:53:17 GMT -5
Zyiamu's cold and unforgiving stare went from the weaping of the girl she held in her arms, to the man that has arrived, and dared to speak to her. Being able to control her current emotion, she stayed silent and kept calm in this situation of accusation. Placing the small girl down, she rested her body softly against the ground, and looked back up. She twitched her tail, and her ears were pricked forward, prepared for anything. Her teeth were gridding and her eyes narrowed, not to mention her fists gripped tightly in a fasion that was beginning to cut into her palm.
No need to push whom you don't need to...no need for a bloodbath that is un nessisary. She kept trying to convince herself that it was alright, yet it was becoming difficult. Her eyes were flaring with an unforgiving hatred and her face grim as the graves she was digging. She spoke, a grim, harsh voice both strong and soft escaped from her vocal chords and then her lips. No, I didn't, and if you ask me, I don't appreciate the fact that you assume such a thing from me because of my demonic heratage!
She assumed this, and Zyiamu was almost sure she was right. Demons and humans alike have accused her of such things, and have decided that it is just easier to live alone.
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Post by Strike on Oct 10, 2005 13:20:28 GMT -5
"Well, it's not just that fact. And I don't appreciate how you jump to conclusion of why I blame you." Did that make sense? Probably not. "You're expression and eyes show no kind soul within you. And as you said, your demonic heratage. Pieces seem to fix then, eh?" A low growl was ready to errupt his throat. "If it was not you, then who? If I'm not too bold to ask." This last part was more of a snap than anything. What was with Strike tonight? Was it the moon? More than likely. So much had happened recently, he was letting his wolf side get the better of himself.
((sorry it took so long, I completely forgot! lol))
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Post by Zyiamu on Oct 10, 2005 17:29:59 GMT -5
Zyiamu snarled lightly and clinched her fists tight. Her eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled lightly. A strong wind blew across the land, tossing her bangs across her face, whiping her clothes in its' unforgiving breeze. You could plainly see that her expression went from anger to sorrow, for her eyes softened, and her tense muscles under her kimono relaxed.
I wish I knew. See that girl over there? Zyiamu pointed to her fox companion Diego, whom was carrying a small girl that looked strikingly like Zyiamu but with purple hair, and much younger. She is my great-grandaughter. I may be cruel and bitter, but I am not heartlelss.
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Post by Strike on Oct 10, 2005 19:23:36 GMT -5
As she mentioned this bit of information to him, Strike did look to the little girl. "You are a grandmother? Well demonic blood does usually cause the aging process to slow..so why am I surprised?" he gave a frown and a guilt seemed to wash over him as he thought about his accusings to her once more. "I apologize for my hasty blamings. I did not realize." An attemptive apology. THe larger creature not too far, the one she called Diego, did not cause Strike alarm. He had begun to grown accustom to odd creatures such as that.
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Post by Zyiamu on Oct 11, 2005 15:12:01 GMT -5
Great Grandmother actually, she said bluntly before gazing back over to Diego. Zyiamu does not forgive easily, but this since this is the first offence, she would let this being be let go with a warning. She sighed, and turned her back, kneeling next to the hole she dug for her great-grandaughter.
Slowly she drew a wiccan star at the base and foot of the grave, and uddered a quick blessing before giving Diego the okay to lower her corpse into the grave. You didn't know, but forturnatly you believed me...normally those who accuse me don't even bother to listen to a word I have to say....they just hunt. They have my face plastered all over certain parts of the city if you look carefully enough...I told them I don't like my picture taken.
She chuckled lightly but the laugh didn't last long...this was indeed a depressing topic.
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Post by Strike on Oct 11, 2005 16:14:32 GMT -5
His expression stayed neutra, blank. With a sigh he nodded. "Like you, I am something else. Wrongfully accused of sins I took no part in. We lie within the same field." his eyes rested on the grave she built within moments. But his silver eyes really focused on the stars she drew. He knew them. Knew what they were, there was no need to ask. Maybe if he asked, anyways, she may take an offense to it. Strike's hands found his pockets and once more he looked at her. "Why do you burry the dead in the park? A place where all beings roaming through may walk over this grave." A question well asked and well thought of. It did have a logic to it, but he was also curious as to her answer.
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Post by Zyiamu on Oct 12, 2005 15:12:59 GMT -5
Zyiamu looked up, and noticed that Strike did have a point, but she did as well. It is a custom of my kind to burry those in unmarked graves, right where they fell to the ground dead. Just because they are walked upon, doesn't mean they are dishonored. Only when the grave is defiled does the soul become restless....and marked graves have more chance of that...especially those whom are part demon. You of all should know this.
She concluded her statement and uddered a few more words before piling on the dirt in the newly made grave. Goodbye my dear offspring...may your life be peaceful in the times to come.
Zyiamu turned back to the man, and began to wonder why he was actually here. So what brings you here?....oh and where are my mannors. I am Zyiamu Izagama, of the recently masacured Kitsune Clan.
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Post by Strike on Oct 15, 2005 20:48:09 GMT -5
Strike frowned. "Strike. Strikarash of the Mooshallow Kragarian clan. Heir." he simply said. It had been a while since he used it formal title. "I am sorry I do now know really what you speak of. Demons I know of usually eat their dead or leave it to rot where it is. My kind either leaves the dead in it's fallen spot if it is in our natural area, or burries it within hidden domains." he slightly lingered off. "You do not need manners on this night, Ms. Izagama. You're family is dead, their bodies infront of you, you hold no reason to show gesture of kindness." Well there was that. He had become how he was raised. coming to the city at first taught him to blend in with the crowd, act the part. Now, he acted as what he was.
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Post by Zyiamu on Oct 16, 2005 9:06:46 GMT -5
Zyiamu shook her head. There is always time for holding manors. No, only one of these creatures are my kin, but the others deserve a burial just as much as she does. Plus, I won't leave them to be devoured by creatures whom can gain great power by doing so.
She sighed, and called Diego to her side. The great fox was there in an instant, and sat down beside her. His large, ice blue eyes stared up at Zyiamu epathetically, but then reached Strike. He seemed different, and yet the same....something about him...was strange. Kragarian huh? I have only heard of them in stories back when my father was still alive. It is an honor to meet you Strike. With that she bowed only ever so slightly, just enough to show respect.
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Post by Strike on Oct 16, 2005 12:23:18 GMT -5
Strike raised an eyebrow. "As is it an honor to meet you as well." He paused. "I'm surprised there are stories, but I suppose it makes sense there would be some if they are amongst the demons and other powers." Strike watched her bow to him, understood it's meaning but was confused still. "Is it custom for your kind to dress and act within the similarities of Asian culture?" It was not meant as rude, but more of a curiousity question. If she so happened to take it wrong, he planned full well to apologize, but usually demons and other powers did not much care about questions unless they were truelly personal. Well, she was different, a race Strike was not accustomed to. The possibilities varied.
((lol, in the way you mean it, it's spelled 'manner(s)', when you type 'manor(s)' you mean the building >.< I only just now realized how muich we've spelled it differently through this))
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Post by Zyiamu on Oct 16, 2005 18:05:18 GMT -5
(( Strike!! You know I S-U-C-K at spelling!! LoL, I don't care even. >.< ))
Zyiamu straightened back up, and looked at him curiously. She smiled softly and spoke in a gentle tone. Yes, maybe that is because I was born in a small village where the current city of Tokyo stands. Her smile began to fade, and she looked down to the ground. (Grr, I don't have much to post with.)
Then curiousity rised again. So if it isn't so bold of me to ask, where do you come from?
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