<font color='#000000'>ooc: 31<sup>st</sup> Tessera, 81374private for me and amanda (when she gets around to freakin' joining! but if you wish to join, PM me. To quickly set the stage, Odessi is in anthro (bipedal) form and wearing his standard attire. This takes place several years prior to the current date so that Blyss may meet Odessi and in the current time they'll know eachother quite well. bic: The perfectly-formed water droplets cascaded down from the sky in oscillating sheets of drenching rain, muddying both the ground and the souls of those cast to wander in such a place. The island, though usually appearing as almost a dream to those on the mainland who would watch as the giant creation bobbed in the distance, had been nothing but a nightmare for the alabaster male who had paid a great fare to be brought here. The undeniable hope was, though it now seemed far off, that such an ideal land would bring to him an ideal life. Yet such was not the case. He had spent much of the last two months in hiding about the island, living from a small napsack in which he carried a few simple worldly posessions. Yearning for home, he wandered the landscape, searching for shelter yet finding none - for the island was only for those who could earn the right to live there. It was a classic case of a crushed dream; an anticipated reality that turned to be nothing but childish hopefulness, an artifact of the optomistic spirit of the naive. He still held hope to be one day accepted here and live amongst those who seemed to give physical form to happiness - the graders. They lived what one could call the high life, the proverbial "complete life" that one of his class could only dream of, for it came, he foolishly thought, not with self confidence or love but with material posession. Having never experienced either, the male was quite certain that the key to this happiness which he desired was hidden somewhere on this island, amidst the stables and drain pipes in which he slept. The male sneezed, pausing a moment and looking about sullenly. It was quite cold and he had nothing warm to wear - he had neglected to pack in his hurry to rush "over the puddle" as he had said, assuming he, like the graders, would recieve a king's welcome merely for his presence. That, he reasoned, was the way things worked on Ajita. How could I have been so stupid? Certainly he was a fool for having made the journey and furthermore he was a fool for remaining here. There was nothing for him here - this was a place that did not appreciate his presence. He'd been ordered personally by the graders to remove himself immediately yet, for unknown reasons, refused to. He was headed for the most comfortable shelter he knew of - the machina room. Located underground, several hundred feet below the sewers, and accesible via many long stairways used by the personal maintainance staff of the graders, the room was warm, dry, and the perfect spot to go contemplate things in. He walked down the stairs slowly, until, when he finally reached his destination, he found an overhang of scaffolding about one machine that seemed to be in repair, he took a seat and began to contemplate life. The thought crossed his mind several times to simply... fall off. It would, he reasoned, be easier that way. He'd done no wrong - if there were an afterlife, he would be treated well... at least, that was what he thought would happen. He glanced about, then looked down. Below him lay the jagged peaks of machina - pipes and electrodes pointing upwards, their unintentional implements of death extended, beckoning him to join them for a last dance deep in the heart of the island. He glanced to his side once more... and, to his surprise, his eyes caught sight of another...</font>
<font color='#000000'>OOC: I apologize for the insane amount of foreground in this post, but I had to set a bit of a stage for Blyss. Since this is 3 years previous, her fur has not yet begun to change and she is still entirely colorless. I do realize my RP is a little rusty because it’s been a long, long while but hey I gave it a shot and had fun. ^_^ IC: The conditions proved to be most unfortunate on that fateful day of Tessera. Although the rain deluged down relentlessly from the bleak and murky heavens, the young pendragon Blyss was entirely delighted with such an exposure, as she had never before been permitted to experience such untamed conditions. In the Lightfellow house she would have been ushered to her lavish quarters immediately to wait even the slightest of adverse weather behind the protection of pearly windowpanes. But now, as the small assembly of Lightfellows (accompanied by several guards) trooped across the squelchy terrain, Blyss made certain to trudge through every puddle in the proximity and to let every drop of water saturate her beautiful attire and colourless pelt. They were headed in the direction of the Grader’s residence to discuss matters of policy and affairs, and to enliven connections with that family that was the most revered of all. The party, consisting of 3 out of 4 of the Lightfellow ruling males and a selected number of high standing scholarly males, had long ago begun to regret allowing the young and annoyingly over exuberant female accompany them. Not only had she been slowing their progress considerably, but her disposition was a sheer contrast to the dignified precession of males. All control that had been placed on her in the beginning of their journey had all been hopelessly abandoned, as Blyss was an expert at having her way or no way. By the time they had finally made it to their destination Blyss was enthralled with the fact that her expensive garments were soiled to tattered rubbish. Certainly she was in the least presentable state to attend the engagement and there had not been brought any extra dress to suit the sodden female. Paxun, Blyss’ elder brother and essentially master, was now more then ever livid at his prized jewel’s behavior but not able to bring a paw to her. Instead, with a deep and notably irate sigh he ordered two of the guards to mind her in the lobby where she would be safe and dry, but not seen nor heard by the noble Graders. As the remaining Lightfellow group briefly mended their appearance and were shown in further by escorts, Blyss glared coldly onwards, though she felt overwhelmingly sheepish inside. I’ve been waiting for the moment to behold the Graders for my whole life. Why was I foolish to throw away such an honorable prospect for something so silly as the rain? Now I must suffer the shame of.. who knows how long.. for that simple fleeting pleasure. Blyss mused sourly to herself, reasoning on the basis of her better judgment now rather then her personal tastes and desires. However, her curiosity clawed madly at her conscience and without a doubt it managed to tear away at that moment of maturity… In the meantime, her watchers had struck up a lively conversation about some female or another (Blyss did not care much to pay any mind to such gossip). It was for a single instant that Blyss seized the opportunity to slip away unchallenged, leaving the two arrogant guards in the heat of a rather tense discussion. Slinking down the corridor that the party had entered from, the white pendragon shed the worst of her covering, waiting until she was safely back outside to dispose of their hindrance. Well, genius, where to now? Blyss questioned herself gruffly as she rounded the complex haphazardly. Continuing freely to where she knew not, she soon encountered a set of pendragon prints that she assumed had been made somewhat recently, as the rain had not carved away their muddy ridges. What better have I to follow? Taking up pursuit of the tracks, Blyss’ sense of adventure soon overtook her and she plodded merrily along until reaching an underground passageway of sorts. She paused, glancing down the dim route intriguingly… If she had come thus far, then why turn back so soon? She would surely face an equal punishment for being discovered now or turning in later. So, with a careless shrug, Blyss entered the shadows leading eventually down to unto an astounding array of machina. She was careful, and silently anxious, to take in what was before her. In all of her pampered lifetime, she had never seen the confusion that was behind all of her luxuries. The metallic glint of sharpened edges and complex puzzles of endless pieces all with their own special purposes caused Blyss’ eyes to widen and her jaw to slack in awe. Sweeping her gaze over her surroundings more fully, the figure of a pendragon perched precariously upon a jutting ledge caught her attention more acutely then all. His disposition appeared grim and laden with some burden that Blyss could not figure from her distance. She watched for a second or two in a state of confoundedness until he, in turn, noticed her presence. Uncertainty began to well in the young pendragon’s throat as his rugged exterior startled her. Perhaps he was a servant boy of sorts… Finally Blyss did manage to facade a nonchalant and extremely refined demeanor. “Young sir, what on earth do you think you’re doing bringing your play to such…" She paused, taking a step forward and bowing her neck to avoid the overhanging machina before continuing, “perilous… heights…" It was only then that she realized the void beneath him encumbered with all manner of treacherous machina at its bottom. “Come down so that I may introduce myself to you and perhaps I can reward you with a sample of my family’s finest wine in exchange for your story." Inwardly, Blyss thanked her stars that her words rolled so elegantly from her tongue. Removing a small ruby flask from her beaded handbag so obviously that he could see, she hoped that her proposal would bring him to her.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The male had been so sure he was to jump; it was his destiny, was it not? This was it; this was where the end was to come. It even seemed as if an angel had dropped in to, "give him the final shove," per se. The pure white pendragon had beckoned him down from the machina, called for him and told him to drink her own special formula of wine? It was most certainly destiny. The jump was meant to be made; it was proof, finally, that the world would truly be a better place without his presence. That proof was something he had long dreaded, yet, at the same time, needed. He'd needed it to find a true reason to end it all. Here it was, in the form of an ethereal spirit; another 'dragon long deceased (or so he thought) appearing and calling to him. Had he misheard the message? Misread her intents? Doubt crossed his mind in a flurry of anguish - if the heavens cared enough to send him an angelic ambassador to the afterlife, would they not sympathize if he begged to stay just a little while longer? Or would this beautiful creature disappear forever should he hesitate make the move that he was now slowly beginning to dread? He leaned forward on the scaffold, closed his eyes, and pushed off from it. For a moment, he felt as if he had hung in midair, and opened his eyes to see if he was flying - but now he could see it. The floor rushed at him, the jagged machina laughing at him - this time we will destroy you... - was the angel still there? Yes, it seemed so... The whole thing seemed to be taking an awfully long time. The floor crept up on him slowly, as if to take him by surprise. And of course, along with the floor came doubt. A flood of it. The thoughts raced - he didn't want it to end. He could have fixed things! "ALL I NEED IS A SECOND CHA..." He didn't get to finish his sentence. His clothes had caught on the scaffolding and with a rather hard yank had pulled him to a complete stop, a few feet from the floor. He had fallen hundreds of feet from his original position, and though he could still see the spot from which he had made the jump, the trip down seemed to have taken a lifetime. A chuckle bubbled forth from his throat, which then evolved into an uproarious laughter, the movement from which caused his clothes to give, dropping him unceremoniously (and face first) on to an empty section of floor. "Woo-HOO! Holy thes! Did you see that!? A vokcing miracle! It was a complete-and-total miracle! Did you save me!? You have to 'ave, you're a goddamn angel, right!? thes am I ALIVE! Goddamn! So anyway, I'd ask your name and thank you yet... do angels even have names? Mine's Odessi, but call me whatever you wish..."</font>
<font color='#000000'>The following turn of events left Blyss totally speechless. The most contemporary and unusual sensation of pelting rain she experienced just an hour ago was no comparison to the emotion that surged through her at that very instant when the male tipped forward and left his balance behind. She could not possibly fathom the reasons behind this perilous act- she could not even dredge up the most fleeting instance of her own experiences to relate to this bizarre unraveling of events. Upon impulse she left her regal position and lunged, practically on all fours (which would have been an ultimate disgrace to her in any other circumstance), to the edge of the rampart nearest to which the stranger had plummeted from. Her eyes, wide with panic, searched frantically for the male who should have met his final resting place on the waiting prongs below. When he was not to be seen she could not help but wonder if this had all been a sick delusion of her imagination. And more so, was she being mocked by laughter that she would ever conceive such a ridiculous vision? No, Blyss realized, that most odd sound was indeed emanating from the madcap pendragon who had ended up suspended dangerously from a jutting surface by the material of his shirt. Maneuvering warily onto the post from which he had taken his plunge, the snowy female secured herself in a rather unladylike manner- her hands clutching the edge of the smooth metal on her hands and knees as she craned her neck downward to behold his figure strike the barren floor. How could he have possibly… survived? Almost immediately she recoiled, twisting her face into a sour expression and flattening her narrow ears to her skull as he began to rave insanely (his voice heightening with reverberation across the many planes before it hit her ear) from below. No doubt he was hysterical- perhaps even mad in the brain. She couldn’t help but question what demon had usurped the mind of… Oddessi… or so he just titled himself. His speech, to her, sounded like gibberish- full of talk of angels and littered with curses. It was then that she remembered her own disgusting state which made her face flush brightly hidden beneath her fur. How his behavior boiled her blood! But to the degree that the male intrigued her at the same time was borderline sinful... “Are you mad?! What are you trying to prove, huh?" Blyss furrowed her brow, covering for her flustered mentality. Without a doubt, his feat was astonishing, and she held her tongue for a moment eyeing Odessi thoughtfully. “Well… in any case, I’m called Blyss. Blyss Ligh…" Perhaps it was not wise to unveil herself so readily. “Just Blyss. So tell me, Odessi, what brings you to tempt death itself?" With this, she relaxed her figure against the cool surface of protrusion that nearly served as a diving platform to disaster. Belly down, she rested her chin on crossed arms and awaited his answer. Beads of muddy water began to melt down to the tips of her features– ears, nose and chin- as the temperature softened the debris caked into her hair. With the slightest of movement, several heavy droplets fell and splattered on the floor near to Odessi.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Watching the droplets rain down recalled to him the fact that he, himself, was a mess. The alabaster male snorted as he brushed himself off akwardly, trying to maintain some form of dignity. Though he did his best to cover it, there was no doubt that his arm was hurt from the drop, and he winced as he moved it. It ached quite badly and seemed to be turning red and swelling up - a sure sign that it may be broken. He seemed, however, to ignore this fact. "Judging by your distinguished look, it's something you wouldn't understand, 'Blyss'. It's called desparation. Try walking a mile in the shoes of those you normally walk all over... imagine growing up without all your fancy little toys or whatever it is that you have. And imagine that you couldn't even come by the most basic needs of everyday life. Imagine that! And you come here... looking for a better life... and everything just becomes worse! Maybe it would make more sense to you then, Blyss. But seeing as it's beyond your regal ability to comprehend..." He sat on the floor, curled up in a sitting position with his legs pulled up close to him. He rested his chin between his knees and silently, subtly shed a tear; he was no doubt on the verge of an emotional breakdown yet too proud to admit it. He wanted to cry to her; to beg for transport back to Bhim, but he could not. He looked upward at the she-dragon, and got his first good look at the angelic-white femme - she was beautiful by all interpretations of the word - he took the time to study her lithe form carefully, observing the shine of her pelt, His tone seemed to change, he glanced back up at her akwardly and muttered something, barely audible as "My god, you look stunning..." He shook his head slowly as if in awe, "Now, you tell me... what in bloody hell brings such a beautiful creature down to a place like this?" He stood up slowly, climbing the scaffold to where she lay and taking a seat next to her with caution.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Odessi’s words stung Blyss severely. Not only had he thrown at her the most berating speech she had ever heard, but she was becoming aware that it was all indeed the truth. It was the first time she had ever been put in such a position and the first time she had ever been at a loss for words. Blyss tired hard to swallow the knot in her throat, but only succeeded in making a choked whimper as she averted her sight from the cringing male. How had she let herself become so emotionally confused over this beast that she had just happened to chance upon? What should he mean to her, anyway? There was something, obviously, a potent feeling that dwelled inside her for him. He was so out of the ordinary- though he seemed much less majestic in his huddled position, his aura was by far more ‘alive’ then any of the emblematic rock-faced Lightfellows. Still, Blyss started to withdraw herself, with intent to leave him as he was. She had dipped her line for far too long in this strange character’s business and now he had snapped her self-worth into a hundred splinters. And then he took the first step to picking up the scattered pieces… Stunning? But surely not... Blyss could feel the dry crust of mire forming on the fine silks that still managed to cling to her body. Distracted by this thought, she hardly noticed Odessi scaling the machina to join her. Struggling quickly into a sitting position, she locked her arms over her chest with embarrassment and tucked her legs to the side to make an apparent space between them for the time being. Up until this time she had not actually brought herself to examine him at such a near distance. She began to reply, her voice now timid and quiet. “Your flattery is most kind… but this is hardly the…" Her train of thought was lost when she found herself glimpsing over at him. His form was smaller and a deal more malleable looking then she was accustomed to. His tone was clearly visible set under his gray fur and his face was most attractive- with prominent features and a certain charm. “Ugnn, never mind. My tale is not worth the details, but by my own childish fault I spoiled my chance to be seen by the Graders. But," she smiled for a brief instant, “it’s not as though all is lost, right?" Blyss pawed around for her handbag while speaking and at last discovered the vial of wine once again. In silence, she removed the stopper and almost instantly was able to inhale its enchanting scent. She poured a small amount into the cap which she kept for herself, and offered the rest of the drink to Odessi. “I mean, in a tiny way we’re in somewhat of the same rowboat… I nearly lost all dreams for my future this day, and you- nearly your life. I say that we toast to our last threads."</font>
<font color='#000000'>The male reached out for the drink with a blistered paw, putting the neck of the flask to his lips and taking a swig. Setting down the drink with a sigh, he turned to her, leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. "Our last threads, then. You said you were to meet the graders?" He inched closer to her, seeking nothing more at the moment than the warmth of a companion; the warm touch of a friend. "I always wished to meet the graders, meself. Tell ya what though..." He quickly took another swig of the wine. "They're not all they're cracked up to be. They're your typical rich, aristocratic snobbery. Got no respect for the average 'dragon like me. In fact, they wouldn't probably even appreciate your presence, because they don't see the beauty in you, eh? All they see is power... were you to show there, why... you'd find yourself amidst an auction! Did you know they'd most likely put a price on you and marry you off to some rich snob wou'd appreciate you for nothing more than..." - he trailed off - "Maybe you're a bit too young for that, at least. Thank the gods." He smiled at her. "Though I barely know you, I know already your sweetness and innocence - you need not worry about that sort of thing for a while. Just take care of yourself. Attractive females have a tendancy to get the short end of the stick amongst the rich. Just like males in the lower classes... one could not even dream of..." What was he saying? She was so much younger than he, not to mention that she was far beyond his reach, out of his league and somewhere off to the left! Though he had long desired to spend time with such a female, he knew it would end much like everything else. Best to end this now before his hopes were dashed once again. He slid up close next to her, draping a paw gently over her shoulder. "Alas, dear, though I wish this to continue, I fear it cannot. For I desire something that I don't feel you can provide, just like you require something that I could not give you... you're far more than I'll ever be. Though you may not know of what I speak, you'll understand in due time. And if our paths ever cross again..." He leaned up close to her gently and gently, almost affectionately ran his tongue up her cheek - "G'day, angel." He hopped to his feet, turned about, and without a look back, started off along the metal scaffold, his claws gently tapping and ringing on the metal.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Blyss watched in utter silence as Odessi brought the vial to his lips and she quickly followed suit. Observing that he drank with ease she attempted to as well, trying hard not to grimace as it stung her tongue and burned her throat all the way down. While balancing the cap beside her, Blyss didn’t even notice the male scoot closer to her. Though, when the tip of her tail twitched arbitrarily, she could almost swear that it brushed him. Then again, maybe it was just her imagination… So while he spoke, she held her gaze directly before her and listened, lowering her eyelids almost sheepishly as he discussed his view of the all-powerful Graders. His opinion was entirely opposite of her own- where as was educated to revere them he was virtually demeaning them quite openly. It was as if he had stood before them himself many a time and secretly collected details of every subconscious action they made to augment and report on later in his own defense. She had done the same in so many instances, sharing her horrifically amplified accounts with the females she knew that were swooning over the particular target of berating. Then again, perhaps he was telling her the truth. After all, Blyss had never actually been acquainted with the Graders. What was she to know, other then to glide naively in the wake of the Lightfellow tradition no matter what? He sounded so confident that Blyss figured he had a far better foothold then herself on the subject and so she didn’t object. But what, she wondered, was this talk of being auctioned to marry? That’s right… he doesn’t know anything about Paxun or that I’ve… With this her eyes narrowed even further, until she was peering through her lashes. Yes, she was very young – 9 00 years to be exact, however she caught onto exactly what he implied when Odessi mentioned that she was ‘too young for that’. Blyss was not a stranger to matters of lust and taz despite her age, though that idea would never cross the mind of anyone to set eyes upon her for the first time. Though as pristine as the new fallen snow on the outside, she was a terribly scarred pendragon on the inside. The justifications her brother spouted for their relationship were like fresh iron shackles and at the moment there was just no point in struggling. Her face lifted a half smile to return his friendly expression. His advise, though as new and bizarre as it sounded to her, was thoughtful. “Hey, I…" she found herself objecting without thought as he proposed his farewell but was cut off, not knowing what he meant by what he needed and what she required. Odessi was an odd fellow, but he was the bitter taste of reality and she wanted to know more. Before she could even sort herself he had taken his leave leaving behind only the resonance of his steps. “Farewell, Odessi…" She muttered in a tone hardly above a whisper. Wait a minute, Then Blyss scolded herself, Why should I stand to be left out in the cold like this? Putting on an air of discontent she barked assertively in the direction the male disappeared to. “Excuse me, but where are your manners? You could at least have the decency to show me back to my party!" Sadly, this was the best excuse she could fabricate on the dime in hopes of delaying him.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Odessi would have continued on forth, he told himself, had something not clicked subconciously. There were the subtleties of desperation in her cry, though aurally discreet, that caused his head to involuntarily turn about to take a good look back. There she was - though a child, a beautiful figure indeed. The sparkle of curiousity in her eyes was undeniably present - he seemed to have her attention, the goal he had so foolishly attempted to achieve in the moments before. Yet she was so young - he felt almost a pang of guilt for the dull pains of desire welling up within him. He turned slowly, walking at a deliberate pace back along the gangplank that was propped between two particularly large machina anti-gravity field generators, the gentle hum of electricity interrupted by only his footsteps. As he came back into her view (as he was hidden by shadow,) he smiled softly downward at her, "To your party? But would you really desire to go back to such an existence? Would you not rather live as your own creature, free from the bounds of a 'proper' society?" He scoffed. "Proper. An appropriately distasteful term for such a distasteful state of being. The word... it almost sounds like spitting. Proper. Yich." He approached her slowly, once again taking a seat beside her. "On second thought, I may just stay a while longer. Would you mind telling me about your family? I'm quite interested, Miss Lightfellow." He smiled a rather toothy grin at her - she had slipped up but a few minutes before and though she had thought he may have not heard, he did. And he had been running the name through his head ever since. What a lovely name... what a lovely female.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Blyss’ tapered ears, though she usually carried them down and out of the way because of their gaudy appearance, swiveled upright to attention his footsteps began to take the direction she desired. She shifted her stature carefully, adjusting the matted straps of her dress and cast a weary glance in the direction she expected him to appear from. I must be coming off as a complete whelp. To no other had she ever begged their return, especially a male. She could easily have made it back to the lobby alone, but her logic had been so well tainted that she was acting upon impulse by now. Immedately upon seeing Odessi come fourth from the shadows, she softened her features and smiled back as a lady should. “Oh surely it’s not so bad. I am... Wait a moment, I did not give you my family name, did I?" That thought had not crossed her mind since she fumbled the title in the introduction, but she was sure that he had not heard. “Though, I can’t deny it now that you’ve pinned me between a rock and a hard place. Have you never heard of the Lightfellow legacy? The wealth? The standing? The manor?" It was hard for her to believe that she may be unknown, for in her parts her lineage was known by all pendragons, feeble and affluent alike. “Perhaps you’ve heard of the great Ixen Lightfellow? I am his daughter and am now a possession of my worthless brother, Paxun." She giggled mildly and continued, “Let me correct myself- he is an indomitable politician but a lousy lover!" On the particular tangent, she babbled on mindlessly, “But what is the matter of love anyway? I’ve been told it’s nothing but a dream as fickle as a feather in the breeze. If I did take your suggestion, what would become of me? I’ve thought about it many lonely nights. As life has it, I would probably end up right back in the palace, but as nothing more then a servant girl. I’m afraid fate has placed about me a resilient noose that I am not yet strong enough to wriggle from. Depressing, is it not?" Blyss had unintentionally poured much more detail into her speech then was probably right. But she found that she could not help doing so, as this was the first time she had been brave enough to discuss such matters with anyone other then the voices she made up in her head. “Where is your family, by the way? They must miss you dreadfully by this hour…"</font>
<font color='#000000'>"Lightfellow, Lightfellow..." - he tapped his cheek thoughtfully with a single digit, contemplating the name as if searching all memories past for the slightest inkling of recollection - "No, I recall no names of the sort." He shook his head slowly, reaffirming his loss for any sort of mental connection. "No luck. I have no memories..." He thought further on her words, "A lousy lover? I must question what sort of brother would have such a... close relationship with their sister..." He smirked sardonically, "Well, if you're ever looking to be treated better... eh." He quickly lost his grin and stared down at the floor - it was not his place to be proposing such a thing to her. He stumbled through her words further, picking the bits and pieces he most certainly felt he should address - "My family... is on the mainland. Ajita is not my home, though I hoped one day it could be... though it is quite apparent to me that such will never be. Which is what brought me to the conclusion that this would be the place at which I could end the pain of being such an outcast. Of course, you came to my rescue, and I'm still quite sore over that - I'm not sure whether to thank you or lash out in anger. I doubt I have much of a family to return to, in any case. My parents were quite ill when I left, as was my only brother So I'm stuck here." He sighed softly. "Stuck and alone... I have no one now."</font>
<font color='#000000'>Blyss cast an unbelieving glance at Odessi, for it sounded as if he honestly did not know of her household. She continued to listen however without interruption until he stumbled around the subject of her relationship to Paxun. It was the cynical grin broke across his maw that caused a stifled bout of giggles to escape her throat. Something inside her wanted to release the giddy young flirt that she had so few chances to be otherwise, but she managed to harness her urges until he finished at least. The story that followed dampened her mood almost thoroughly, leaving her staring sullenly at her toes as she flexed and tapped the pads gently on the metal banister. Had she done the wrong thing in interrupting his final act? Surely the planet would have kept on spinning if Blyss had minded her brother, and Odessi had succeeded in meeting his insane death wish… But this simple and clean option was no longer available, for it had come and passed and spewed out two very unsettled pendragons. Salty tears attempted to bead on the ridge of her eye The pale female turned to her company and was careful in executing her next action. Extending her muzzle so that it its tip touched the male’s cheek, Blyss budged over so that she could comfortably lean against his side. With her legs splayed messily in front of her she tipped her head back and lapped her tongue out, catching his eye by accident. “You liar, we have each other don’t we?" Blyss was speaking entirely on contemporary terms, not fully aware of the mess of conclusions that could have been drawn from such a statement. Just after that moment Blyss stomach complained hungrily with a low grumble. “I’m parched, let’s find something to eat, huh? I mean, you could use some meat on your bones… no offense." She formed an ingenuous smile.</font>
Odessi chuckled softly. He could feel within him the seeds of desire for the girl, sending down their roots and tapping his ability to reason, poisoning his mind with more feral wants and needs. Assessing her form once again with his eyes, he finally came to the decision that, despite what he wanted, such things were not an option yet. He could, however, attempt to make them one. It would take time, however - time in which other feelings could blossom that were previously unknown to him. He watched her for a long while, silently thinking through every possible action; every possible phrase he could say. The lick, that gentle gesture which had in execution been plagued by a childish mistake, rung fresh in his mind - it was all he could think of. There was a quaintness to it; it was an untainted display of innocent affection, so he though - that, ironically, caused the most tainted form of thoughts to come out from hiding deep within his mind. He turned away from her for a moment, drooping his triangular ears in a frustrated manner and buried his face in his paws with a grunt. "This... it isn't RIGHT!" He caught himself, and he smiled akwardly at her. "...Um." And there was silence. He thought through a quickly formulated plan of action, seemingly the best out all possible courses he could take and he smiled softly at her, "I don't typically warm to people this quickly. In fact, I'm not quite sure I even care for you at all in such a manner. However, I can simply be sure of what I feel right now. And what I feel right now tells me that I should do this." He leaned forward, placing a paw to her cheek and gently kissing her, as if to reaffirm everything he said - a display of emotion, yet quickly withdrawn as if he was wildly unsure of what he was doing. With that, he rose akwardly to his paws, Now... food sounds... rather good. Shall we go eat?"
Blyss chewed absentmindedly on her lower lip, watching Odessi’s strange behavior tumble down a path towards entropy. Although she believed herself at the epitome of her understanding (as many at her age might), this was all together off the wall. About to throw in her two-cents and under the heavy influence of her pinching appetite, she prepared to bring herself to her feet but was caught by his spiel and settled herself once again. What he had to say seemed to float in one ear and out the other, because what she registered next was her face being held with a certain carefulness that she had never been touched with before. Blyss let herself follow in, lowering her eyes just enough to be polite but not enough to miss the expression on his face as he kissed her. She stood to meet him automatically afterwards, wearing a dopy look on her face until she heard the booming tone of her brother beating down the machina and to her already flattened ears. “Blyss, don’t make me come down there," was the only defined phrase through a slur of angry curses, meaning Paxun had probably been searching for her for (no longer then) three minutes which was far too long of detour from his already over decorated schedule. This ironically set a very pleasant smile upon Blyss’ maw as she looked humbly to Odessi. “I appologize, but I have to go home now. We’ll play another day, “ Blyss detached her favourite earing hurriedly and presented it to Odessi. The five sharpened points of the jewelry formed a star that caught a crystal clear reflection on every angle of it’s jet black surface. “It’s supposed to be good luck, but I think I drained the last of mine out of it just.. Well you might find something that I haven’t someday with it. Good luck Odessi!" Without even so much as a thought to glance back, she bushed past him and picked her way back up to the entrance with all due haste. She would much rather take her chances in finding him amongst millions another day then to face Paxun’s tempter for the rest of that evening alone.
