~Seishu suppresses his chuckles threatening to bubble up and give away his position. When he hears the faint thumps of flung pillows landing behind him he crawls quickly forward towards the smell of Enasi while directing a few pillows to fly from various places to impact the source of the tosses. Once he's sure Enasi isn't too far away he smiles wide. The starts above suddenly switch over to hunting music, a little creepy but not too much so, and he slithers in a little closer. The music grows a little louder as Enasi comes into view and with a playful roar he leaps out from his hiding place and pounces on Enasi. A low growl in his throat he pins the smaller male down, his hands on Enasi's wrists, his knees to either side of his waist.
It is clear from the look in his eyes that he is still hungry for what he can't have. He still longs for a touch forbidden him by The Powers. His growl turns to a purr and he leans in swiftly, pulling Enasi into a deep kiss, the fire running though his body making his mouth hotter than usual, but not burning. As his passion spikes he feels it one again, the pulling, falling feeling. He pulls away, almost grateful this time for it and with one last caress to Enasi's cheek he ruses up, falling into the stars above.~
~*~*~*~*~
Rasha pauses outside the door to the room, his tail coming around instictually to cover the effect the scent coming from the room has on his. The feeling inside him redoubles as he imagines the two of them together, doing various things that, while he's sure Enasi might not every try, that he's sure Seishu is probably very skilled at. 'Oh, I want him so bad now. . . .He did before. . .I really hope he wasn't kidding when he said. . .' He whines aloud, pressing a hand to the door as his imagination goes wild. However his ears perk up moments later when he hears a change in the noises coming from the room.
~*~*~*~*~
Seishu wakes with a soft groan, careful not to move least he wake the still sleeping Enasi in his arms. He hums softly, his desire unabated, however the reality of it all, being in the waking world, keeps him more in check and he simply holds Enasi tight. 'If only if only, the woodpecker sighed. . .. I wonder if they realized how perverted that line could be taken alone without the rest of the song' He chuckles, his eyes darting over to the door as he hears in creak. He smirks at the sigh of Rasha peeking through and with a wave of a hand he motions the dream in. Rasha does not hesitate, closing the door swiftly behind him he darts across the room, leaping on to the bed. Mid leap he turns animal and lands softly at the cuddling pair's side. Purring loudly he gives Seishu a happy look before curling into a ball and settling in where Seishu can pet him. Running his fingers through that plush warm fur the Nightmare Guardian smiles and just enjoys the warmth of the moment.
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Still sick, but I see no rest for the weary, so I should have time at work tomorrow to get some replies, maybe.
Also *Bows* So sorry about that. I must to bed now, but maybe, even if I can't reply, I can chat with you tomorrow :P
Also *Bows* So sorry about that. I must to bed now, but maybe, even if I can't reply, I can chat with you tomorrow :P
I's sick, but I will try to replies today, and if not today, I will try again tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. *Bows*
Also, no problem. I is patient and will wait. I hope things get better soon!
Also, no problem. I is patient and will wait. I hope things get better soon!
I's sick, but I will try to replies today, and if not today, I will try again tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. *Bows*
Chall is careful to keep his eyes on the man, even as he longs to simply go about his herb search through the fine looking box set on the table beside him. He has the feeling that all his grace and refined civility are lost on the simply looking man, however he remains as polite as he can be, as he was taught from a young age, and does his best to repress the expectation laid in him by years at court to insist same in return. 'He has not been rude, and more than welcoming if I do say so. Not many would take in an obviously unusual boy, let alone keep him around when he has appeared hostile more than once against various things. Not to mention spoken to his animals in a less than courteous manner when he himself seems to have some sort of close relationship with them'
The youth blinks at the sudden and unexpected smile, the sight of which causes his ears to fall and then rise again in curiosity. His stiff tail relaxes ever so slightly, wriggling back and forth with a faint twitching motion at the end. Chall is well aware that one of his kind trying to hide their emotions is like a dog trying not to drool when delicious meat is being prepared before it, however he almost chides himself over the unconscious actions before remembering there really is no need to suppress them right now. 'It is only one human, and he has already accepted me, as much as I have seen any accept my kind, and he is neither a royal or a noble, from what I have seen, so it really does not matter' His tail, which had gone stiff as soon as he noticed it moving, once more goes back to swaying and Chall turns his attention back to the man, who at last returns the courtesy of stating his name.
Despite being short and a bit curt in his reply, Chall can hear nothing to indicate he is upset or otherwise in bad temper, so he concludes the man is naturally of little words. He's met a few like that over the years at court, thought he must admit, very few. He nods back polity and at last turns his full attention to the box. His fingers long for a moment, to snake out and run across the pattern atop the lid, his sense of touch essential to him when it comes to admiring beauty such as what he sees there, however the man, Wren, not a moment later removes the top and sets it aside before he can do so. The assault of smells comfort him greatly, the familiar scents of herbs and roots making him feel almost at home for a brief instant. He lets out a long sigh, moving to the side of the table as the man steps back and runs his hand over the stash, taking in the faint energy coming off the small central box, before carefully taking out only as much as he will need of the dried plants that he desires.
Setting them aside o the provided cloth he glances over his shoulder to make sure that Wren is still out of the room before reaching out to stroke the lid of the box. The mostly smooth surface with the subtle textures and carved indentation cause a ripple to travel up his spine and he smiles faintly. 'Lovely. . .' Hearing the man returning he moves once more to the side so he will have free access to the box and he quickly wraps up the selected ingredients. He notes that, while dried, the plants seem to be rather lively and he looks to the small box giving off bits of magic. 'Must be what keeps it all fresh. I know of such magic, however I have never had a teacher for it. I am sorely lacking in many fields of magic. . .' His ears droop slightly, but then Wren is back in sight and the come back to attention. Watching him walk past he scoots forward a bit to look out the door after him before shuffling back to stand beside the table.
Most of the time when he visited other places, other people's homes, he'd always had his master with him, or someone or more import that the head of the house would pat attention to. Being the only one to interact with the master of a house leaves Chall a bit on edge as to just how to act. Once more the man comes back into sight and he waits patiently, the small handful of ingredients clutched in one hand. He follows the man's movements and a part of him drops ever so slightly when he sees Wren pick up the bag. 'Oh, I see, he wants me out of here today. Well, I guess I should not have expected more. Humans can only tolerate the strangeness in this world as long as it is convenient for them I suppose, and keeping me around for another day would be nothing if not inconvenient. . .'
He continues muttering inside his mind as the man speaks, nodding faintly before traveling over to where his blood soaked robe is with careful, pained steps. His thanks the spirits that the man leaves before he can watch the pathetic display of Chall trying to get his robe on without injuring his arm further. It take well over a minute, the faint grunts and whines stifled as well as he can manage, and his tail helping wherever possible, however his pride still takes a hit at how pathetic the whole ordeal is. When at last he has the thing on he grimaces at the blood stain but quickly picks up the bundle and slips it away into a pocket on the inside of the robe. He checks to make sure the rest of the herbs and the like are still in place before making his way to the front door. He pauses for a moment, his ears going down as his eyes adjust to the significantly brighter outdoor world.
As soon as he can see properly he looks about the grounds and smiles faintly at the earth feeling coming off of the very ground around them. Despite the animal traffic and the like having reduced the area directly around him to packed dirt, he can still feel a lot of nature's energy around the area and he takes a moment to let it flow through him. The smells on the wind, while some not all that pleasant with the amount of animals in the area, revitalize him none the less and his smile stays in place as he looks to where the man stands beside the large beast. His smile stays in place even as he eyes the animal a little warily. He's ridden horses before, with some success, however it is not his favorite way to travel. Letting out a faint sound he moves in a little closer, motioning for the man to mount it first. Once he is in place Chall moves in close and crouches low before springing lightly on to the beast's rump. It almost seems to not notice the sudden added weight and Chall takes a moment to relax his shoulder before slipping in behind the man and taking hold of his waist with his good arm. His legs slide down to either side of the horse and he can feel his bones shift at the shear breadth of the creature between them. 'Definitely not a riding horse. . .'
The youth blinks at the sudden and unexpected smile, the sight of which causes his ears to fall and then rise again in curiosity. His stiff tail relaxes ever so slightly, wriggling back and forth with a faint twitching motion at the end. Chall is well aware that one of his kind trying to hide their emotions is like a dog trying not to drool when delicious meat is being prepared before it, however he almost chides himself over the unconscious actions before remembering there really is no need to suppress them right now. 'It is only one human, and he has already accepted me, as much as I have seen any accept my kind, and he is neither a royal or a noble, from what I have seen, so it really does not matter' His tail, which had gone stiff as soon as he noticed it moving, once more goes back to swaying and Chall turns his attention back to the man, who at last returns the courtesy of stating his name.
Despite being short and a bit curt in his reply, Chall can hear nothing to indicate he is upset or otherwise in bad temper, so he concludes the man is naturally of little words. He's met a few like that over the years at court, thought he must admit, very few. He nods back polity and at last turns his full attention to the box. His fingers long for a moment, to snake out and run across the pattern atop the lid, his sense of touch essential to him when it comes to admiring beauty such as what he sees there, however the man, Wren, not a moment later removes the top and sets it aside before he can do so. The assault of smells comfort him greatly, the familiar scents of herbs and roots making him feel almost at home for a brief instant. He lets out a long sigh, moving to the side of the table as the man steps back and runs his hand over the stash, taking in the faint energy coming off the small central box, before carefully taking out only as much as he will need of the dried plants that he desires.
Setting them aside o the provided cloth he glances over his shoulder to make sure that Wren is still out of the room before reaching out to stroke the lid of the box. The mostly smooth surface with the subtle textures and carved indentation cause a ripple to travel up his spine and he smiles faintly. 'Lovely. . .' Hearing the man returning he moves once more to the side so he will have free access to the box and he quickly wraps up the selected ingredients. He notes that, while dried, the plants seem to be rather lively and he looks to the small box giving off bits of magic. 'Must be what keeps it all fresh. I know of such magic, however I have never had a teacher for it. I am sorely lacking in many fields of magic. . .' His ears droop slightly, but then Wren is back in sight and the come back to attention. Watching him walk past he scoots forward a bit to look out the door after him before shuffling back to stand beside the table.
Most of the time when he visited other places, other people's homes, he'd always had his master with him, or someone or more import that the head of the house would pat attention to. Being the only one to interact with the master of a house leaves Chall a bit on edge as to just how to act. Once more the man comes back into sight and he waits patiently, the small handful of ingredients clutched in one hand. He follows the man's movements and a part of him drops ever so slightly when he sees Wren pick up the bag. 'Oh, I see, he wants me out of here today. Well, I guess I should not have expected more. Humans can only tolerate the strangeness in this world as long as it is convenient for them I suppose, and keeping me around for another day would be nothing if not inconvenient. . .'
He continues muttering inside his mind as the man speaks, nodding faintly before traveling over to where his blood soaked robe is with careful, pained steps. His thanks the spirits that the man leaves before he can watch the pathetic display of Chall trying to get his robe on without injuring his arm further. It take well over a minute, the faint grunts and whines stifled as well as he can manage, and his tail helping wherever possible, however his pride still takes a hit at how pathetic the whole ordeal is. When at last he has the thing on he grimaces at the blood stain but quickly picks up the bundle and slips it away into a pocket on the inside of the robe. He checks to make sure the rest of the herbs and the like are still in place before making his way to the front door. He pauses for a moment, his ears going down as his eyes adjust to the significantly brighter outdoor world.
As soon as he can see properly he looks about the grounds and smiles faintly at the earth feeling coming off of the very ground around them. Despite the animal traffic and the like having reduced the area directly around him to packed dirt, he can still feel a lot of nature's energy around the area and he takes a moment to let it flow through him. The smells on the wind, while some not all that pleasant with the amount of animals in the area, revitalize him none the less and his smile stays in place as he looks to where the man stands beside the large beast. His smile stays in place even as he eyes the animal a little warily. He's ridden horses before, with some success, however it is not his favorite way to travel. Letting out a faint sound he moves in a little closer, motioning for the man to mount it first. Once he is in place Chall moves in close and crouches low before springing lightly on to the beast's rump. It almost seems to not notice the sudden added weight and Chall takes a moment to relax his shoulder before slipping in behind the man and taking hold of his waist with his good arm. His legs slide down to either side of the horse and he can feel his bones shift at the shear breadth of the creature between them. 'Definitely not a riding horse. . .'
I has no idea, I just feel it inside :P
I have the urge to say "Awwww, so cuuuute!" and I don't know why :P
Despite not being use to having someone touch his face without trying to rip it off, Dani manages to calm himself down and eventually begins purring happily as he's treated. His eyes remain open, barely, like a cat pretending to sleep. Despite the obvious non threat the angel seems to pose, the faint but distinct odor of personal grace on the taller male's body makes him automatically a bit nervous. 'Yeah, he really couldn't do anything to me. He would be toast, maybe even literally, by now if it wasn't for the wimp. That nerd sure knows how to pick'em though. Even though he's hanging with us, it isn't because he's corrupt, it something else. I know what it's like to be around corrupted souls, it feels a lot different than this. I wonder if there are other angels like him. Maybe he feels related or something. After all, we are technically the same race. . .Sorta. . .I mean, my mom was a Fury, but Pops is all angel. . .' He shudders at the though, his tongue sticking out for an instant.
~*~*~*~*~
-Being driven by primal urges, demons have been known to rape angels before killing them, if they have opportunity, so avoid single battles with demons. Do not engage unless you have adequate back up.-
Fenrir blinks slowly. Something doesn't feel right about that statement, however at the moment he is more worried about Aoba than his own experiences so he brushes the feeling aside and instead glances back to the mirror. 'Oh, Aoba, watch out. He looks. . .He looks like he. . ..Oh, this is so stupid! Why am I watching this, it's just going to end badly! I know. . .' His thoughts grind to a halt as the taller demon returns to the picture.
~*~*~*~*~
Now cleared of all blood he could find save for the stuff coming from his still open wounds, Kuro makes his way back to the front of the house only to find Dani being a dick once again. His eyes quickly scan Dani's face and, seeing all the wounds tended to, he moves around next to Aoba and pulls him off Dani. The smaller demon had become quite aroused, the gentle contact new and exciting, however he only lets out a faint growl as Aoba is pulled away from him. “Oh, c'mon Kurotama, he wasn't objecting. . . .”
Sticking a foot under Dani's back the little brother flips the smaller demon up, landing him on the porch. Still holding Aoba around the waist, the angel's feet a few inches above the ground, he glares at his older sibling. “Yeah, well, did he know what you were planning next? Take that woody of yours and go get acquainted with your hand if you really need that right now. It's what everyone else does! He's still innocent here you know, and angels do the whole love thing, which you very well know we're not equipped for, moron.”
Dani looks at him funny as he sets Aoba down on his feet at last. “Wait they only have sex when in love? That's lame. . .I mean, what if you do the whole love thing, and then you find out they suck in bed? What then!?” Kuro kicks a rock at him and he ducks, growling, before skittering off to the far corner of the porch to play with a bauble he suddenly notices. All other things seem forgotten ans he begins batting the thing around and Kuro lets out a sigh, looking to the angel. “I'm sorry we keep talking about you like you're not here, but Dani sees humans as lesser beings and it'll be a while before he stops. I'll try to get him to that point sooner. . .Forgive me?” He asks the last part cutely, tilting his head to the side even as a trickle of blood comes from a scalp wound on his head to trail down the left side of his face.
~*~*~*~*~
-Being driven by primal urges, demons have been known to rape angels before killing them, if they have opportunity, so avoid single battles with demons. Do not engage unless you have adequate back up.-
Fenrir blinks slowly. Something doesn't feel right about that statement, however at the moment he is more worried about Aoba than his own experiences so he brushes the feeling aside and instead glances back to the mirror. 'Oh, Aoba, watch out. He looks. . .He looks like he. . ..Oh, this is so stupid! Why am I watching this, it's just going to end badly! I know. . .' His thoughts grind to a halt as the taller demon returns to the picture.
~*~*~*~*~
Now cleared of all blood he could find save for the stuff coming from his still open wounds, Kuro makes his way back to the front of the house only to find Dani being a dick once again. His eyes quickly scan Dani's face and, seeing all the wounds tended to, he moves around next to Aoba and pulls him off Dani. The smaller demon had become quite aroused, the gentle contact new and exciting, however he only lets out a faint growl as Aoba is pulled away from him. “Oh, c'mon Kurotama, he wasn't objecting. . . .”
Sticking a foot under Dani's back the little brother flips the smaller demon up, landing him on the porch. Still holding Aoba around the waist, the angel's feet a few inches above the ground, he glares at his older sibling. “Yeah, well, did he know what you were planning next? Take that woody of yours and go get acquainted with your hand if you really need that right now. It's what everyone else does! He's still innocent here you know, and angels do the whole love thing, which you very well know we're not equipped for, moron.”
Dani looks at him funny as he sets Aoba down on his feet at last. “Wait they only have sex when in love? That's lame. . .I mean, what if you do the whole love thing, and then you find out they suck in bed? What then!?” Kuro kicks a rock at him and he ducks, growling, before skittering off to the far corner of the porch to play with a bauble he suddenly notices. All other things seem forgotten ans he begins batting the thing around and Kuro lets out a sigh, looking to the angel. “I'm sorry we keep talking about you like you're not here, but Dani sees humans as lesser beings and it'll be a while before he stops. I'll try to get him to that point sooner. . .Forgive me?” He asks the last part cutely, tilting his head to the side even as a trickle of blood comes from a scalp wound on his head to trail down the left side of his face.
~“I suppose it will. . .”Seishu mutters with a deep guttural purr, watching Enasi moving away from him with a keen eye.
But not impossible.
His head tilts this way and that, his position making it difficult to see just what his counterpart is up to. However moment later when he gets a face full of pillow, it has quite to opposite effect he's sure Enasi was hoping for. Because of their nature, fighting just before copulation is common to nightmare denizens, and even if Seishu is another species all together from the rest, the habit has settled into him as natural. Rolling he manages to dodge the second pillow, but as he looks back to his counterpart the world around them changes and Seishu realizes he is most likely in the most entertaining pillow fight of all time between two beings.
He chuckles, spotting Enasi hiding behind a wall of them, like a little snow fort.
Oh dear Enasi, have you not learned anything yet?
I work in grandee. . .
He decides to play along for a little while, digging down into his own little pillow fort and whipping small pillows at his other half. However after a few tosses he moves in a little closer, building a new fort. The pillows explode almost comically as they hit him, at his will of course, hiding him partially from view, and he is able to move within ten feet of Enasi's fort. With a near equally comical howl Seishu picks up one of the large pillows, swings it high, then flattens both Enasi and his fort before vanishing entirely under the pillows, snaking in closer while the other can not see him. His heart pounds in his ears, the rush of the play fight making him a little more than playful.~
But not impossible.
His head tilts this way and that, his position making it difficult to see just what his counterpart is up to. However moment later when he gets a face full of pillow, it has quite to opposite effect he's sure Enasi was hoping for. Because of their nature, fighting just before copulation is common to nightmare denizens, and even if Seishu is another species all together from the rest, the habit has settled into him as natural. Rolling he manages to dodge the second pillow, but as he looks back to his counterpart the world around them changes and Seishu realizes he is most likely in the most entertaining pillow fight of all time between two beings.
He chuckles, spotting Enasi hiding behind a wall of them, like a little snow fort.
Oh dear Enasi, have you not learned anything yet?
I work in grandee. . .
He decides to play along for a little while, digging down into his own little pillow fort and whipping small pillows at his other half. However after a few tosses he moves in a little closer, building a new fort. The pillows explode almost comically as they hit him, at his will of course, hiding him partially from view, and he is able to move within ten feet of Enasi's fort. With a near equally comical howl Seishu picks up one of the large pillows, swings it high, then flattens both Enasi and his fort before vanishing entirely under the pillows, snaking in closer while the other can not see him. His heart pounds in his ears, the rush of the play fight making him a little more than playful.~
No problem, deal with your life. I can wait *Grin*
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