Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue]Sayuri: ....I don't know. Ken: Did they do anything unholy to you? Sayuri: ...fed me Tengu blood. Why do you ask? .....aw shît. Ken: Demon blood. [i]She clung to the ground, clutching the grass between her fingers.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I'm far too erratic and cruel to be a mod again, and I have very little desire....but as of now...I'm pissed that my rank is still that evil Living Here one. James hinted at it changing at perhaps...another thousand, but....grrr...I don't want to wait that long. In the meantime, keep up your "quality over quantity" and James might notice you. It helps to be sexy too. *snort*[/color]

[color=royalblue]Simple really, James liked his style, his activeness and his sticklerness for the rules. Hence: Modness. Of course, it's not all it's cracked up to be. A few months back I modded the Poetry forum and prompty lost my free will/mind.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Maybe because they don't mind scrolling down a whole page's worth. I'm sure the information in your signature isn't really all that important, it would be nice in the Yu-Gi-Oh forum, but this is the Adventure forum incase you haven't noticed. It serves no purpose but to take up space...[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]As they journeyed onwards, they came across a small clearing. As soon as Sayuri walked near it, the whole place began to quake. She ran to the trees, and it stopped.[/i] Wolf: ...that was... Ken: Not normal. Sayuri: What did I do? [i]She tried following the path again, but the quaking got worse.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Trance choked down a sob in her thoat, and forced herself to concentrate. Renayoshi sat next to her in the cafeteria, occasionally pouring her another cup of tea when it ran out.[/i] Rena: Why are you so sad? They're going to banish the darkness. Trance: I'm not... Rena: Yes you are. Trance: I don't want any of my friends to die. Aorashi is more at risk than they think...I don't want him to get hurt again. Rena: So you do have a heart. Trance: Sometimes. I am sworn to help those in need. Prevent harm when I can. Rena: You can't always do that. [i]She smiled up at the doctor, and received a hug in return.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The next morning dawned cold and windy. Sayuri ran a brush through her hair, then twisted it back. She pulled on her tunic, pants, and boots. Then she clasped her belt hook carefully and slid on her sword. No katana, not when she could use her favored weapon. A gift meant for killing, not for treasuring. She folded her oragami carefully and stuffed it into her shirt. Then she pulled on her leather greaves and walked out the door. Wolf, Ken, and the others were already downstairs, waiting,.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Mmmm, I liked that game. And a word of interest perhaps...something that came to me after watching the secret ending...for the fortyith time. Maybe you should design a Keystaff. Something with the power of the keyblade, but designed for magic....seems to fit in more with a magic user than somebody like Sora.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She locked her doors then ran in the direction she had came from. He looked up in his reading of the spell, then looked down again. She hissed in rage...her spine was tingling again. To block the spell...was folly. To live a half life....and there was only one cure. She coated her blade in laburnum powder as she ran. She reached the doors, barreled through the guards and burst into his room, just s he completed the spell. He laughed and she screamed.[/i] Hallucin: ....you.... Jeric: If I die...so will you. [i]A blind sort of fury took her over, and she plunged the poisoned blade into his arm. He flinched, and tore it out. She was panting....eyes slowly returning back to normal....then she laughed.[/i] Hallucin: You always liked to be in control. Didn't you? Jeric: Of course....your poison will do nothing but aggravate me. Hallucin: That was the intent you fool.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She stood and laid an arm on his chest. He turned. She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered.[/i] Sayuri: Dn't tell anyone please. Ken: I won't. Sayuri: Promise me. Ken: I promise. [i]She withdrew and smiled faintly. He closed the door softly behind him. She sighed and sat down on the bed. Then she turned over, covering herself with the blankets and sending herself...into sweet oblivion.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Receiving from you, Hands open wide, Like a bird, Fed by mother. Your voice flutters, And mine calls, Something given here, Tonight is mine. You don't ask, But I thank, And my eyes, Look into yours. Then you know, That I know, Receiving from you, Is kindness itself.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Sayuri: That is really very touching. We'll have to work hard at killing thim.....but I'm not afraid of hard work. Ken: Did you beg them to kill you? Sayuri: Every day. [i]Her hands trembled slightly, and she clenched them into fists.[/i] Sayuri: They told me I was worthless. I cried for an ending. Finally, I made my own. I was dying...and they threw me away. Ken: Who found you? Sayuri: ...the nuns that lost me. Treated my wounds, covered my back in anointing oil.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple][i]She whirled around, silver daggar twisting in her hand. Then she muttered a well chosen spell and the being solidified. It had been unable to penetrate her defenses, so it's physical form was forced into being through her latin words. She was right. It was an Incubus. A tall male, thin, pale, cadaverous. She smiled.[/i] Hallucin: Not wise...to seek me. Incubus: I was sent by another. Hallucin: Jeric? Incubus: I am bound to not reveal it. Hallucin: I'm going to banish you now....if you see him again, say hello from his former lover. Won't you do that for me? [i]*** he opened his mouth to reply, she whirled her hands and cast out a banishing spell. It covered him with several silver runes, and he struggled uselessly for several moments. Then Hallucin clapped her hands and said the final word. He vanished in a puff of sulfer and blue smoke. She waved her hand, driving the scent away....then looked out the window. They didn't usually travel during the day. Jeric must be working hard to get rid of her before all was....lost.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]My god Ken...do you always strive to twist words? Almost as bad as Flynn....but not quite. I can't see Bill Cosby saying that, I can see my gothic/anarchist friends saying that.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Sayuri: Those are mine. These...are theirs. [i]She turned to have her back to him, removing the sheet and exposing herself. Whiplashes, curled around tattoos that could've resembled calligraphy. She looked down at her lap. His short intake of breath was better than the horrified screams she had gotten earlier. She turned around and pulled the sheet up over her body again.[/i] Sayuri: ....their stab at artwork. No pun intended. I've also been branded. But a to where, I will not say.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Well....I suppose I could have a crush on Charles, but eveybody knows that he's a frickin' pimp. I mean that in the best possible way. And a certain female mod once tod me that James only loves all of his female mods/ex mods. Pressure, run for cover.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Sayuri: Are you volunteering? Ken: Uh...no...no not really. [i]Her eyes snapped and sparked playfully, and for the first time, he noticed how normal they looked when she was calm.[/i] Ken: Why do your eyes change so much? Sayuri: It's a trait inherited from the nuns that raised me during my first four years. They taught me the skills they had, and then...I was lost. Ken: Lost. Sayuri: Found by a clan of samurai with twisted senses of humor. Ken: Do all nuns have that skill? Sayuri: To change color with thought? Yes. It's something to offset the opponent.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lifé gave him a look that would've iced over hell. He stopped feeling sorry for himself for two seconds...long enough for her to kiss his lips, then leap forwards twirling and jumping with the fauns. Shalistrae just rolled her eyes and muttered something about immature children. Ilmiwyrth was in an advanced state of shock and needed a good stiff drink. But of course, there was nothing to be found.[/i] Shalistrae: Something wrong? Vichante: He's in la la land. Somebody should wake him up. Shalistrae: I like him beter like this.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She folded herself up in her wings, receeding deep into the corners of her mind. Everything around her fadded into the simple rhythmic crashing of waves. If demons were massing around her now, she wouldn't stir. She needed time to heal herself from the current pains....and the only cure was a long time spent in the astral plane that was her mind. Or...what was left of it. Something caught her attention, the screaming of a Seraph. Perhaps it was the staseeds she now posessed. Tal's was left in his body, but the connection was unmistakeable. Rugiel's was quiet and smooth, but the gift starseed from Alujah was screaming. She opened her mind and saw everything pass by. Agustus yelling, moving his sword to counter the blade of Arano. Alujah spreading her wings, rainbows playing off the feathers. Renayoshi laughing and dancing over the clouds. Rugiel groaned, as his soul milled around inside the Guf. It was swiftly becoming empty again.....as the prophecy's spoke of......what hope was there? There was none. An end would come.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]As if I could reach the rainbows, Is the way I know you're here, With me, But just out of my hands. Your presence is blinding, And your love drips off my lips, Without you, I would cry a thousand tears. Always coming back to the same hurt, But soothing it over, Scar forming, Over the place where our hearts once beat together. It's like I'm wandering with a flickering light, Just waiting for you, To come, And put my hands on the rainbows.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Lifé: I'll tell my Daddy to give you a nice cold dark room when we get there. Ilmiwyrth: I am your slave. Shalistrae: That was easy. Lifé: Godo greif. [i]On particularly brave faerie lighted on her shoulder, then otno her outstretched fingers. She kissed it's little head, then flung her arm ot. It rocketed around, making minute shrieks of joy. Ilmiwyrth gave her a look of surprise. Apparently, she did have a sweet maternal side to her, and that was vaugely unsettling. He was just getting used to the cool cynic side.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Lifé: It's not like I'm ready for a mate anyways. Shalistrae: Liar! Lifé: And your point? Shalistrae: ....none whatsoever. [i]They continued walking, sometimes laughing, sometimes tryig to kill one another. They stopped in a clearing. Faes and fauns sitting quietly. Several gathered in Lifé's footsteps, laughing and riding on her shadow. She turned and waved to them. The spirites giggled and winked back.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: Why do they like you so much? Lifé: My mother's inflluence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue][i]Sayuri looked out the window, then back at him. She sighed and looked at her scarred wrists.[/i] Ken: ....are you alright? Sayuri: I've always strived to live with honor. After a childhood of hell. I hope to die on my feet. With my eyes open. Ken: I think you will. Sayuri: ....this life is a parody. Ken: You hate it? Sayuri: I don't love it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lifé rolled her eyes, then whapped him on the back of the head. Instantly, he reverted and she rolled her eyes. Shalistrae contained a fit of giggles, and let her body melt into a small pale elf like girl. She similed and Vichante looked lslightly non plussed.[/i] Vichante: Now I look like a pedophile. Lifé: Weren't you one already? Ilmiwyrth/Shalistrae: Ouch. Vichante: .....grr. [i]Lifé grinned, enjoying this while ordeal hugely.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: I'm going to hang myself. Lifé: You can use my belt.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She looked up. Shalistrae clapped a arm around her shoulders, covering her with the moonflower scent.[/i] Shalistrae: Cheer up or I'll be forced to sing. Lifé: I'm happy. Don't sing. Vichante: You sing? Lifé: The correct term would be yodel. Like a....nevermind. [i]The Dragouret grinned and left her alone. Lifé looked at Ilmiwyrth. He looked back, then promptly tripped over a rock. She held him up with a burst of magic, singing his shirt at the same time.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: Will your parents yell at you? Lifé: After the feast to welcome me home...probably. I'm not married. I'm too wild. I still serve Tai Alujah. I hang out with psychotic killers. Vichante: Killers? Lifé: Appearence is everything. Just try to remember that when we get there.[/COLOR]