tria 12th, 81381. this sucks, but what the hell. i felt like writing with aiden. An ear sprawled wide to the right, poised in an ever-alert architecture. No longer could the arden smell the salty tang of the ocean, and no longer could he hear the whispering winds on the open sea. He'd seen it a few times in his life - a huge, roiling mass of white breakers and foam and twisting blue. But not here. Here, things were dry. Grassy waves swept the land, driven in a never-ending dance by the touch of the wind. He could see a forest, somewhere off in the distance. Overhead, the gentle 'whoosh' of geese echoed as they made their flight south. Slender and exotic shaped skull tilted to the side, bleach-colored eyes half-closing as he drew continued his forward trek. Ahead of him, a mink-like creature arched its head, blinking sleepy black eyes. It twitched as his paws crunched about in the leaves and dried grasses. Coiled, like a spring ready to be released - it darted forward. Outstretched, a lethal paw darted from his billowing trenchcoat. A lazily reaching grab. He didn't put much effort into it. He didn't need to. His paw struck squarely across the back of the animal's shoulders, sending it rolling a few feet, sprawling. Disorientated. Stunned. It lay still a moment, and then stirred. He continued forward, neck arching at an elegant angle, muzzle dipping down to look straight at the animal from behind black sunglasses. The paw raised again, coming down slowly, pressing over the mink's head. Pressure. Holding firm. "They erected temples to the human body, they built immense towns with precious marbles and adored them. And so the third eye stopped seeing." Powerful, bone crushing jaws parted, AidenÂ’s maw slipping down, encompassing the body of the mink as it finally awoke, thrashing violently, making a pitiful sound of desperation as it fought to be free. His white eyes flashed with a sort of insane danger as his mouth snapped shut. He tore the animal in two, bit off some flesh, and smiled wickedly. "The first massive waters came and swallowed the seven big islands. A few remained, some yellow, some brown, some red. The moon-like colored onesÂ… they had disappeared for ever."
OOC: Who: Cruu Trader Where: Gyakusatsu Wearing: A black top with no sleeves and no back. It has strings that tie around the neck and the back and is low enough to show off her snakes. Also a long, flowing black skirt. IC: Cruu had taken a couple weeks off from bellydancing and pole sliding. She needed time off to be alone, to get away from the people. A vacation, of sorts, to a place where not many roam. She wandered through the forest for awhile, this being her third day here. Camping was peaceful to the mind, and she could easily defend herself from deadly fauna and wandering brigands. As she exited the forest, she saw another 'dragon not to far from the treeline, just lying in the grass. She watched as he reached out with lightning speed and grabbed a small animal and ate it alive. 'Interesting' she thought. She walked towards the stranger slowly, studying him further.
<blockquote>Aiden eyed the approaching thill behind his ink-black sunglasses, his forehead furrowing with disdain, his oblong muzzle smeared with crimson. Raising one thin brow, his shaggy, acid-tipped hair veiling one side of his face, a lopsided smile curled up one side of his face. He pulled down his sunglasses with one black-taloned thumb and forefinger. Whatever sounds surfaced went in through one ear and escaped in raw, unprocessed form from the other, passing the hauntingly cheerful smile on the way through. A pair of eyes betrayed that conspiracy was in the air, made worse by the fact that Aiden was standing with his head tilted calculatingly and dressed in bits of a spotless Mafia suit. He swept the resurfacing streaks of gray hair from his eyes. "Hey, there."</blockquote>
She realized that the green lukuo had noticed her, it didn't matter though. He didn't seem offended by her unnecessary staring, though he did look rather uncomfortable in the partial suit he was wearing. He wore an amused expression on his face as he wiped the hair out of his eyes and greeted her. "Hello yourself." she replied. Though she would prefer not to have company for awhile, she was curious about this one. Taking a seat beside him, she flashed a mischievious smile and asked, "So, what's your reason for being out here?" she scanned the vast, dry plain, "Enjoying the view?"
<blockquote>Aiden picked out the friendliest smile he could find in the archive of many, many unsuitable expressions, finally settling on the rarely employed ‘Toothpaste Ad Grin’. Someone had told him it looked good, and whilst the naturally sour, sneering assasian was firmly set against ever using it voluntarily, he decided effort needed to be made in order to talk to this girl. "Ah... I needed a break from the city. It gets taxing, sometimes, and I ran away to here when I was younger, so it's always been special to me."</blockquote>
Cruu nearly lost her composure at the smile he flashed her. It was so cheesy, she just had to let out a giggle. She started playing with her many earrings as he replied to her earlier question. "Yeah, the city is indeed quite taxing, especially with a job like mine. The reason I came out here as well. Ran away here, huh? I live in Watani, always have. This is actually the first time I've been out in awhile." She mentally questioned herself as to why she was talking to him when she originally come out here to be away from people, but brushed that thought aside. He was interesting, besides, it wouldn't be too horrible to actually have one friend. Maybe.
<blockquote>Aiden surveyed the rows of pines burning over the grasses like stands of heathen candles, his bone-white eyes half-lidded behind his sunglasses. "I was born a bastard a child in the Bhim slums..." he returned in a horribly mutilated, sing-song voice, hands in his pockets and smile evolving into a self-satisfied leer. "I ran away from there when I was ten and came here. I eventually came back, and then I lived in the Black Market for two years after I was thirteen. I eventually came to Watani, though. It's a nice place."</blockquote>
She felt a slight pang of remorse for him, but it quickly evaporated when she thought that at least he knew his real family. Flicking a playful smile she said, "Well, ever been to the Underground? It's a private club I work at. You should see me there sometime, but I'm off for another week right now." Cruu's curiosity eventually got the best of her, so she brought it up, "Why would you run away from your family. Do you know how lucky you should've felt to actually know yours?" Her voice was slightly harsh at that point, but not enough to scare him away, hopefully. One of her biggest problems was her smart-ass mouth and her temper.
<blockquote>Touching God was as easy as throwing a child into a furnace and letting them burn. Screams of pain became addicting, and when they ended all that was left was a sour sort of burnt smell. Burnt flesh and hair, and burnt innocence. Smelled like a fall from grace. He had done that early on in his life, falling on burning wings until he landed hard. No one picked him up. Except now, his savior had come in the form of a girl with green eyes. "Ah... the Underground. I had a friend who hustled out of there for a year before the authorities took him away to Janardan. I haven't been there in years, though." He laughed at her words, a harsh, blackened sound, like the burning of hellfire. "It's none of your business, why I left," he said darkly, his eyes burning bright behind the pitch-black lenses. "However. You may call me the Adder."</blockquotr>
She stared hard at him, her eyes slightly squinting. Something about him reminded him of her. She didn't like that too much. "Adder, huh? I'm Cruu." She hadn't really noticed his features before, but it was kind of hard to notice under all those clothes. Apparently he was just as fond of piercings as she was, though, his multicolored hair swaying in the slight breeze that drifted by. She flicked her tail and decided to move from her sitting position, stretching out a bit on the grass, taking in the relaxing scent of pines. She layed on her side, facing him, her head resting on her hand. She shouldered off the pack that was hanging from her back and stretched out her wings a bit, the piercings glittering in the sunlight. "This seems like a great spot to camp, better than in the woods where I was staying."
<blockquote>"Nice to meet you, Cruu." Aiden eyed the metal that thrust through her skin in several places, noting her membranous wings and how the light streamed through their webbing. The Darkangel stretched his own wings, ink-feathered and dark as death, bearing with them all the forebodings of the apocolypse. "That it is... I've been just sleeping on the ground, though."</blockquote>
"Really? So, how long are you going to be camped out here for? I didn't really expect to see anyone at all this week, but you seem harmless enough. I don't suppose it'd be so bad to have some company." To be honest, she was now very curious about this one. Most people sensed her natural hostility and tried as hard as possible to stay away from her, except for when she's working, of course. This one, Adder, however, eagerly engaged her in conversation. 'He looks like he's just a kid' she thought. She was probably his elder by at least three years. He seemed much older mentally than he looked, though. A bee landed on the face of one of her snakes, she snarled a bit and it flew off. "Stupid bugs."
<blockquote>ooc. Aiden is in his late thirties, lol. ic. The sky was turning into a massive child's scribble in crayon, streaked with white marks of erasure. Aiden's eyes surveyed it behind black lenses, his eyes scanning the jagged horizon of dragon-toothed trees. The pine-needled slopes of Gyakusatsu swayed with a sudden wind, and Aid's eyes swerved back to the thill eerily, his head unmoving. "I don't know. Maybe three days," he said, his voice emotionless.</blockquote>
