Tempting Fate

[warrick]

The sharp bite in Kisa’s words did not improve his mood or make him feel impudent as he though was her intent. It only seemed to fuel his anger more so. Flashing his fangs at her as she passed him, decided in his head to deal with her later; the person before him was more pressing. Turning his head back to his kin his eyes seemed to alight with flame, his patience now at the end of it fuzz and seconds only remained until the bomb exploded. About to tell “thorn” to go screw her last sentence came out. Blair? So she is alive. Why after all this time has she come to seek me out? For what ever purpose she has come here it is in vain.

“Well, if it isn’t Melody’s daughter. Why in Airos name do you wish to speak to me now?”

His temper for what ever reason seemed to subside. He didn’t mean to let go of his anger for in the past he had learned that his anger was what the foundation for the wall around his heart was. Subconsciously his heart tried to reach out for the girl. Unlike Kisa, father daughter relationships were unconditional; though in his case it would have to be something that was built back up for the years lost. Kisa was something he had to forge from start that would for ever be something that was in progress. He passed silently waiting for his brain to tell him what to do, but his heart fought with his thoughts. Hesitant to speak he looked as if he tongue was stuck. Why be so closed to the possibilities. Give her time of day to see what she is about and then make your decision on weather you erase her from your life or extend your arms. Closing his eyes and letting his head fall to the side in defeat of the heart his body tension slacked and he stood at ease.

“Pardon for my harsh words and anger, my ignorance. I do have time for a talk if that is all you desire.”

As he opened his eyes he seemed to want to take back what he said, but didn’t. Taking a few steps in the opposite direction from the house Warrick gestured out into the fields. After a few small words getting the point across that a civil conversation would be lost in the heated words of anger between him and Kisa, he started to open his wings to lead her to a boulder in the misted of his fields. The boulder was the place where he calmed himself and thought. This gave him reason to pursue the rest of the conversation there. Coming into view of the rock moments later he lets himself come to a soft stop and drop down onto the surprising warmth of the rock. Seating him self Indian style he looked forward to hear about his daughter.

“So, do tell me of your travels here. Was it harsh?” He didn’t hide his emotions but let them on the surface, for if he hid them he thought would make her hid everything too. If I want to pursue this in any means I have to leave the wall down and let things come out as truthful as can be. Raw anger and unease was now plain as day on his features.


o.o.c.- sry it took so long... crazy life interfered...

[thorn]

“Well, if it isn’t Melody’s daughter. Why in Airos name do you wish to speak to me now?”
Thorn kept her peace, kept her silence, expecting another angry tirade. What Warrick gave Thorn, however, was a silence to match Thorn's blank gaze. She could see the change pass across his eyes and his head was suddenly tipped to the side as if her presence truly confused him. He looked so awkward --had he ever looked at anyone this way before?
“Pardon for my harsh words and anger, my ignorance. I do have time for a talk if that is all you desire.”

Finally, he decided he should speak with her. This is what she had come here for. To speak with him. To understand the person that was her father. To find the man the face in her dream belonged to. And now that she had it, she wondered at the clear grey eyes that opened to meet hers. She wondered what to say as he turned on his heel and took to the sky.

She watched, for a moment, as the muscles bunched in his back and the feathery expenses pumped against the sky. Thorn gazed after Warrick's shape. Power. Raw power. A smirked graced her lips. Half a smile pinched the corners of her eyes. A challange sparked in her eyes. This was the man from her dreams and, all at once, the urge to shout a battle cry to sky bubbled in her throat. Instead, a chuckle that rose to a laugh of nearly diabolical proportions.
Power.
Two pounding steps and dirt trailed from Thorn's bare feet. She felt air threading between each and every one of her feathers as her strong shoulders pulled her higher--faster into the sky.Fly! Fly, Miss, fly! The flowers laughing behind her, reveling in the joy she left with them, Thorn followed Warrick's rapidly disappearing figure to a boulder situated in a field only a decent distance beyond his home.

By the time Thorn's feet padded softly against the sun-warmed rock, Warrick was already seated with his leggs crossed. The spark still glinted in her eyes when Warrick next met her gaze.“So, do tell me of your travels here. Was it harsh?” At the question, Thorn could not resist letting him see that smirk tweak her lips. He would never understand the "harsh-ness" of her reality and she had no desire to explain it to him. He abandoned her and the only reason he cared to know now was because she had found him. And yet... he still asked.

"Was it harsh?" Her words held a harshness all their own. Chill as winter's breath, Thorn could feel the grass leaves quelling from her own voice. And yet, amusement flashed in Thorn's eyes. "Do you not see my garb, father? These are no rich woman's clothes. Should you think my travels to find you --to find a welcoming like that-- you live in a world anyone in this war would kill the mothers to be a part of. Ignorance is bliss, Warrick."

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[Kisa Ren'ai]

Claws clicked against the wooden floor with small graceful steps. Sun beams fell through the window onto the floor by the fire, where the last of the fire from the night prior was now soot. The house somehow seemed less welcoming without Kon's smile to fill the inside of it. Now, the loneliness he seemed to have felt was more visible, a physical pain brushing against her brittle heart. Her amber eyes surveyed the room a moment longer, then she wandered to the bedroom. This was the first place she'd seen when she'd woken up in the house, the day the curse was temporarily exorcised. Her hand clenched. Belongings still on the floor, bed neatly made, the air carried his scent and hers at different levels. Her face met the pillows of the bed, breathing softly.

Kisa had first met Warrick on the riverbed, pulling that lodged spear from his chest. Why had she taken pity on someone that day? That was the day the ice of her heart slowly began the process of thawing, for what now, this cold creature who had treated her so unjustly. It was true, she didn't know a damn thing about Blair, but wasn't it yesterday that he was cradled against her chest crying and grateful to have her? Three personalities. Now she realized why Poe had said they only explain the personalities to those who stay around.

Am I even considered someone who stays, when at the end of this week I too am vanishing from here? The thought made her frown against the white of the pillows and she rolled over. Wings taking off into the sky, the sound came to her sensitivie ears. So they've left a little go chat, how quaint. Hopefully daddy won't beat his younger daughter into oblivion with that damn cruelness

Amber eyes found her left hand, where the blood crescent was just starting to manifest itself. "You can never escape fate, can you?" The words echoed through the silent home, it almost felt like the house was listening. Sighing, she sat up once more. Kisa was going to end up leaving, she'd end up returning to the ice princess she formerly was. She stood at the front door again. Closing her eyes, her body shifted, in the truest demon form she had. Her tail shortened in length to all of a stub, her ears narrowed and were even more sharp and pointed, tufferts of whiskers burst from the bottom of her face and a new speckled coat overcame the once humanoid form. The adult male, averaged at 36 inches if it wasn't a demon, but because she was, Kisa was maybe 60 inches.

Her eyes changed the way they saw, everything was more distinct by their heartbeats and heat exposed. She could see the two off in the distance, along with fieldmice throughout the area. She lept from the front porch and started running, for now at least, she wanted to leave his world behind.

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[warrick]

"Do you not see my garb, father? These are no rich woman's clothes. Should you think my travels to find you --to find a welcoming like that-- you live in a world anyone in this war would kill the mothers to be a part of. Ignorance is bliss, Warrick."


Warrick's face contorted in pain and anger. She had not the slightest hint of who he was and what he had gone through himself. Yes, he knew she had her own story and for all he knew it could be ten times worse than his own, but never would he have ignorance. He knew what was out there in the world, he had seen it first hand though tout his travels over the land. He for the longest time made his mission assassinating the criminals of this land. He could think back on all the murders, rapist, and soldiers of evil he had sliced down. Unfortunately he could also remember back to all the Innocent that had to die through his actions or the ones his own blade had gone through. Warrick was far from ignorant of the world. Yes ignorance was bliss, but it was a bliss that evaded him.

"I said my apologies for the greeting, but that is as much as I can do for amends for it at this moment." Warrick kept his cool now, not letting the hot words that wished to lace from his mouth come out. "I do see your garb, and I have noticed that they are not the richest of the world." Warrick since the moment she had said those words hadn't looked her into the eyes, as he said his next statement he did and all the pain and suffering he had endured for so many long eyes, so many years as she was old. "Ignorance is something that evades me my daughter. You must know nothing of me, just as I know nothing of you, for if you did you'd know I know the horrors of this world all to well. I wont jump to conclusions about you for I know next to nothing about you save that you are my daughter and the daughter of Melody, and in return if not for respect to me at lest for your answers. I will not talk to one who wishes to blind themselves form what they seek by jumping to conclusions and judging me. If you wanted your own conclusions you wouldn't of come to me to speak, so open you mind to understand and then maybe you'll have the talk you wanted." Letting his words sink in with the raw pain in his eyes he looked her over and then closed his eyes. Reviewing what he said he noted how he didn't say it harshly or insulting, but calmly so as not to allow his anger take his tongue.

Inside his head he couldn't help but see the little girl he once remembered in her mothers arms. Back then she didn't seem so cold, even though I only knew her for so little of a time. How he wished that he hadn't messed up her life so much right now, but there was nothing he could do any more about it. It was up to her to give him the chance, and if she didn't he understood perfectly for if he was in her place he wouldn't let himself. Yet, he wasn't her she had her own mind her own thoughts and her own past. Just as he started to depress himself about her becoming so cold to him he remembered a funny moment. It was when she was way to little for her memory to be there, and to little to face the world. Her mother had been holding her and... Warrick couldn't but help smile to himself, that'd be a story to tell her one day... if she ever let him close... she wouldn't believe what she did. The memory seemed to relax him and he opened his eyes and looked back up at his daughter with fonder eyes.

[thorn]

He seemed to chatter on about nothing for hours. Thorn knew it was only for a moment or so, an unnoticable blip on the time line of Algaesia, but it was her blip of life he wasted with the spewing of fact she already knew.
Her mother was Melody, yes, she knew this. Melody --for Thorn refused to call the woman that left her behind her mother-- had written her a few times, but the letters had stopped when she traded to the third orphanage. As a child, Thorn had assumed it was because she hadn't known where Thorn was, but so many years later, Thorn doubted that truth.

For all that Warrick said to her, as calmly as his expression remained Thorn knew his innards wished to lash out at her as they had at the cat-girl. Thorn noticed that only when moved to speak of ignorance, that he looked her in the eyes. It was as though he purposely filled his eyes with the pain and suffering he had felt to make her feel guilty. She buried the urge to roil at the expression in his eyes, the weakness he summoed. To share it with her like that was... unbecoming to someone she had only moments before seen such raw power within.

Was this lecturing man --the one who spoke of not passing judgement when all he did was judge her-- truly the one who sired her? The prospect disgusted the beast of a girl still standing before him. She could feel ice crawling over her heart at the sight of his face, but no notion of this did she display for him to see. Her eyes remained fixated on him as he spoke and did not shift their depths of adamance when it was her turn to speak.

"If you had listened," she began slowly choosing her words carefully, "you would have heard that I mentioned nothing about knowing your past." A pause. Thorn blinked slowly tired of this man's need to jump forth with unnecessary argument. "Should you think that then you would be ignorant, but I never claimed that you were. I merely state that to be ignorant would to live in bliss." She looked down at him, face serene yet eyes ablaze. "I never said you were ignorant. You are too willing to defend yourself to be ignorant."

Thorn finished with a resigned air. Argument. It caused a great deal of greif. It had gotten her in trouble time and time again --if only for defending herself. Thorn wrapped her green tipped wings closer around her sides, a sort of comfort she had fallen back against. At the same time it looked neither pathetic or disgraceful. With her wings arched in such a way, Thorn actually looked rather a magestic martyr. But even Thorn knew she was no martyr. She sacrificed nothing for others and everything for herself. But that is not important to her current situation...

This argument of sorts. It was getting this man no where with Thorn --even though he claimed to want to hear her out, he did the majority of talking-- and it was getting her no where in this meeting either. Looking past pristine white feathers, Thorn looked at the man with a wisdom not many saw in younger generations. "Maybe you should listen more, before you try to bite those close to you for not speaking the same words." The words were hushed and Thorn made no move to explain them. He would think before speaking to her again. His answer would tell her if he had listened... or if he was still stuck in his belligerant ways.

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[warrick]

Warrick had all sorts of harsh words he could say right about now, but decided that she was right. He deserved the slap to his face. Letting his mouth close and his ears open he sat there waiting for her to continue with what ever her tale was. This tale wasn’t about him and she deserved more than an ass for her tale. Sighing he felt an inner clam come over him with his realization. With the cascading effect his emotions seemed to wash away and with a slow dimming effect Warrick slipped away and Kon came to the surface of the conscious. Kon turned to look at the girl. He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. She wore a poor woman’s rags and still made her presences over bearing, as if her peasant cloths were a pathetic costume to try to cover the warrior raging inside. He wanted so bad to talk to her and ask her questions but he knew it wouldn’t be proper. Warrick had just managed to ruin his chances at that. He’d have to be patient and let her tell her tale.

As he sat there, there was a renewed vigor to him and an intent open ear. I can’t believe this. She… words do not find themselves suitable for how hard things must have been for her. I could only wish things would have gone different. But I can’t change them. I might be better of the two souls inside me, but that means nothing since I can never travel from here. I hope what ever stay she has here is with me and not the others who will no doubt ruin the impression I’ll leave upon her. The damage Warrick has already done must of… KISA! Oh what he said to you. Kon hated who he was inside and what he was but he promised to make amends now that would last. So he hoped…. Starting with Blair.

Sitting there as Kon instead of Warrick there was an obvious difference in his stance and arura. There was a more peaceful feel to him, his shoulders and muscles were not up tight, and his eyes seemed less cold. His eyes seemed brighter, eyes that loved and didn't bite. But no matter how inviting he was it was up to her to accept. Would she be the loving daughter or the spitefull child. Tilting his head to the side he couldn't help smile. It was a very funny smile that left an odd sparkle in his eyes. "Well it would appear as you say. Do tell and not let this old fool interupt you."

o.o.c.-that's better... ok go ahead

[thorn]

Thorn waited. History had molded into a hard-eyed soldier, disciplined as any and yet without a leader or belief to fight for. She stood erect, chest out, shoulder's back, eyes gazing down awaiting a response, image of a seasoned fighter. The winged folds protruding form her back cradled impatiently crossed arms as she patiently awaited a comment and softened the savage, scarred visage making her look more like daddy's little girl than a veteran from the wars of years past.
Although, the girl didn't notice the caring touch her wings unconsciously portrayed. They seemed to be holding her upright, repelling, as a mother's hold might, a bad dream. For years Thorn had wrapped herself in the tinged feather tips, searching for something her childhood deprived her of.
Still, no inkling of the self-compensated caresses could be seen in the girl's crystal grey eyes... only in the wings holding her in place of a mother... or father.

"Well it would appear as you say. Do tell and not let this old fool interupt you."
The reponse left Thorn confused, to say the least. His voice sang and his eyes danced apologetically, quite unlike the argumentative brute that had closed his eyes a moment before. Thorn regarded him with a way eye, if not a curious one.
What could he be seeking to achieve, she wondered silently. Did he mean to catch her off guard and take all she had to offer --which was nil, unless he sought to take her body-- or did he truly wish to listen to her reasons for coming so far.

For a long time, Thorn stood there, unsure of what to do. Now that she was here, what exactly was it she wanted of him? She couldn't remember. All she could recall as she looked up on the man that had followed her in her dreams was his face, flashing in anger, smiling in love. And yet, since their meeting, she had witnessed two faces to him, one of war and one of peace. What was he? ...a good a place as any to start.

Slowly the crystal gaze melted. The more the thought the softer her gaze became, but it did not give way completely. She had woken too many times at night to someone trying to slip metal betwixt her ribs to let her defenses fall completely.

"Who," Her voice came softly, sliding from between delicate lips despite the jagged reminder of her second night in the wilderness. "are you? You--" Thorn paused, hesitant to insult him, and yet, she reminded herself, he had insulted her --and Kisa-- numerous times since her arrival.
"I found you with one face," Some of the ice refilled her gaze as she hardened herself to the sound of her own voice, "and it changed to one of... hatred for many things and a short temper. Now, I am faced with a man who's eyes have light instead of darkness. I dreamt of both faces."
Quiet.
"I wonder to whom I am speaking now."

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[warrick]

Closing his eyes, there was evidence of pain in his sigh. Letting his eyes reopen and fall back on the girl, the spark still intact. “I’m the joined conscious of Warrick, and his split personality Poe. I’m the whole of the two. I like to believe myself to be the good traits from the two. Yet, every one has their faults. I’m far from perfect so mind this mouth, with its years it’s feeble.”
Just noticing how stiff she seemed other than her wings Kon stood up and took a step toward her. It was in mid stride of his second foot that he stopped and looked back up to her. “I’m sorry for my open insult of invading your space. I was thinking though that maybe the comforts of a warm fire, a chair to sit, and a meal would be good for you.” Turning a bit from her, “but I guess my actions would validate a good enough reason to trust me to follow to my home would it?”
An honest question and honest intentions were blank. Would she trust him, would she follow him into the house, and let him make her a meal? He wondered.

“Either way, it’s up to you. I have time for you where ever you wish to speak.”
Smiling again he tilted his head in the direction of his home. “Would you care to?”
No force in his notions, he was being innocent. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so nice, but it might have been the fact that he didn’t want her to be out in the openness and cold, when she could be warm, comfortable, and fed. It scared him a bit when he noticed it was out of wanting to have her safe in the house and out of the elements. It scared him because it was only because of who she was that he desired this so. It was then in his attempt to run from the idea that he noticed he ventured to far off the original question. “Oh, sorry, I strayed from topic. I’m the one and the same, just different qualities and values. I’d explain more, but it is complex and will be saddening. Maybe another time, if you grant me such a privilege.”

o.o.c.- sorry another short one, no muse

[thorn]

“I’m the joined conscious of Warrick, and his split personality Poe. I’m the whole of the two..."
Thorn listened as she had every time words and sound formulated beind reasoning in his mind. She listened quietly, intently, pay respectful detail to what he chose to share. After beind ignored for so many years of her life, Thorn developed a severe regard toward anything anyone chose to say to her. Whether that regard shone out of respect or the desire to not feel a consquence no one could not tell by simply looking at her statuesque features. Even Warrick --or Poe or whoever this unnamed third mind was-- could not tell if she listened out of necessity, obedience, or esteem.

Satisfied with his answer, his description of himself, Thorn's crystal eyes shined with a question: what was this man's name? She had met Warrick, the rude, compulsive, quarrelsome man who had driven off the at-girl. Poe, he mentioned breifly, so that must not be who spoke with her. Poe and Warrick made up this mind, the one rising to his feet.
He took a step forward and Thorn's softening gaze quickly solidified. A crease disrupted what could be a beautiful brow. A slight change in stance, but the man must have noticed for he ceased his advancement and promptly apologized. He seemed worthy of trust when he suggested the recongragate by a fire in his home.

“Oh, sorry, I strayed from topic..."[
Unlike Warrick, this man knew manners and how to place a salve over the wounds of pride and heart. He even had the right of mind to readdress her question. If this man proved up to the challenge, Thorn's wounds would prove deep and plentiful, of both pride and heart. Scars never heal fully, but it's always better to have scars than bleeding gashes. Nearly all of Thorn's ailments had healed over. Bright white cicatrices of her childhood, she had prevailed against nearly every pain to have crossed her existance. Nearly every pain except the one standing before her...

Thorn let a small glitter sparkle in her eye; crystal turned to diamond, however unyielding the clear stone may be, it always shines beautifully. Lowering the protective wall of feathers, but not revealing herself fully, Thorn mustered the correct words to share with the man. "It seems you have the manners Warrick is in such terrible need of. Teach him some and maybe the next time he stands with the cat-woman she will not be forced to bare her claws at him." A knowing eye watched the man before she continued to speak. "Tell me your name and I may take your offer." This may be as open Thorn ever got to her... father. It was most definitely the most open she had been in the past ten years.

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[warrick]

Letting his head roll back and the up right he couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he spoke. “How helpful am I. I don’t even think to tell you a name.” Shaking his head at his antics, “Sorry, my name is Kon. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Letting his laughter roll over Kon smiled. He then realized her had nothing to do or say until Thorn decided upon his request of leaving for his home. While waiting for his answer he started a mental note.

Need to come out more and take care of my flowers, the cold seems to be affecting them now. I also must come and check on the pound in the back, it must be clean for the water to be of any use to the flowers around it…

His little memos continued all while paying attention to her and waiting. Not liking to just be standing there and having the awkward silence in wait, Kon spoke softly. “Do forgive me for not mentioning my name. It seems all the smarts, except in the fighting area which has due to Warrick, seems to be on your mother’s side.” Looking at her again, “And it seems you also have a lot of the blood that runs in my veins in you,” referring to the blue locks, grey eyes, and pairs of wings. Seeing the inhuman like features it reminded him of the “cat woman” comment. “Oh, and the ‘cat-woman’ is named Kisa. P.S. don’t call her a cat, she wouldn’t like that much. She’s a bobcat. And I’ll keep the manners comment in mind.” He smiled again. Thorn presence seemed to make him smile.

o.o.c.- I’m so sorry, there was no muse to do this post with and I haven’t any action to use until Thorn decides to flow or not.

[thorn]

This Kon was an interesting fellow. A little silly at times, he knew what was or was not appropriate to make a joke upon. Thorn appreciated his light personality and respectful nature so when he introduced himself she returned the gesture with an 'I'm pleased to meet you' nod in return. She did not speak for she could see he something more waited to be said on his tongue while laughed bubbled up his throat preventing the speech.

This Kon laughed a lot. Thorn wondered, in the silence that followed, what kind of being he truly was. This was the combined minds of the warrior and the mysterious Poe. Her arrival at the house brought her in sight of the face from her dreams, but it scowled in ways her sleeping memories did not recall. The laughter lines at the corners of his eyes she remembered --she remembered this man, the one that went on to notice what made Thorn his daughter, what made Thorn her mother's daughter.

As he spoke questions tumbled into Thorn's mind. He knew her mother, had known if anything, when Thorn could remember nothing of her. She longed to know of her mother, of a mother that would abandon her daughter just as the dream-father standing in the field had abandoned her. Yes, Thorn held a violently, deeply embedded grudge against her parents, but as all uncared for children do, Thorn longs to know them, to be cared for. Although she stood in all her stolid, soldierly aura, an unconscious part of the blue-haired girl continually cried.

Kon chuckled agian reintroducing Kisa and whispering Thorn a 'P.S.': "Don’t call her a cat, she wouldn’t like that much. She’s a bobcat." He finished with a smile. Thorn did not hesitate to respond this time, but she did take her time speaking, as always. "Bobcats are cats." A wry smile tempted at her lips for a moment. "She has yet to show me respect; I will use her name when she shows me such, Kon." Thorn was softening each time she spoke with Kon. Unlike Warrick who kept her on edge, Kon made her feel more... at home with herself.

"Shall we?" Brows raised, Thorn unfolded her wings and arms. Feathers rustled as Thorn boasted the unique extensions protruding from her shoulder. Green tips made each feather --especially the longer ones-- look like each was dipped in a well of green ink. Beautiful to some, alien to others, Thorn drifted on a plane all her own as she awaited a lead to Kon's abode.

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[warrick]

Pleased with the thought that he almost swore he saw a smile touch her lips he opened his wings wide, letting the tips catch stray wind currents. Turning away from Blair, giving her the full view of his wings as they suddenly strained, the years of use and muscle build showed. Battle scars and bare places where feathers used to be stuck out. Many of the scars, if not all, were from his military life. In his military life only one eight came from battle and conflict, then six were from training, and the last eight was from the brutal punishment from Melody’s father. Not letting those thoughts catch him and bring down his mood down. Bending his knees, the muscles stained as he lifted his weight up into the air. Still, with all the faults, he was as graceful as any swan lifting into the air. Hovering a moment in the air to wait for Blair, he took off at a moderate pace to his small home, in no immediate hurry. He could still catch faint whiff of Kisa. Ah, such a smell that will be forever in my memory. I should call out for her soon. Let me deal with getting Blair comfortable first.

Glancing back to make sure she was still following, and then back forward. His eyes found the place to land, he started his descend. Losing altitude and finally having his feet make contact with the ground. His knees catching the shock by bending, he shot right back up to his full height. Kon took the short stride to the front of his home, running his fingers slowly over the wood work of the door and the smooth walls of the home. The memories of the hardship he had gone through to build the house came to him. Memories, something he knew Blair was lacking of him and her mother. Looking back to Blair he hoped he could make some for her. Opening the door he lead the way in.
“Please, do enter. Once inside I’ll make a dinner for us and start a fire. Then I promise any questions you have shall be answered.” Smiling and letting his warmth flow out of his aurora. It’s hard to believe that my daughter is before me and is about to walk into my home, after all this time… Hoping she followed, he went to the kitchen and pulled together some things to start making a meal. Slowly cutting vegatable and letting a fire build enough to start to cook the meat he had in the ice room below. I'll be right back, I must retrive the meat. He only took a small time to get the meat, and came back up stairs. While waiting the meal to cook, he started a fire quickly in the living room for Blair to warm to while he finished preparing and leaving her to get the feel of him and his home.

[thorn]

Without excessive words, Kon turned at Thorn's mere suggestion and launced himself skyward, a flurry of feathers beating air into miniature gales. As Thorn awaited clear take off --an opening that took two strokes of his appendages-- she reveled in the joy flying from the field grasses as Kon's take-off bent them back to the Earth from which they sprouted.
In that breif acceptance of the plant's emotions, Thorn let her own joys flood from her veins. The joy of flight. Her escape. Her protection. practiced legs coiled muscles and sprang her into the air in a second rush of feathered wind. A hovering wing beat pounded at the skies and Thorn reveled at the rush of wind pressing against her bare skin. Flight, oh how she would be forever married to the skies.

The plants sang of happiness for their Master and --could Thorn dare think of herself as their Mistress now? During the short flight back to Kon's loft, Thorn pushed the almost distressing thought to the back of her mind; she much preffered allowing her soul to once again fill with the touch of an invisible someone threading fingers through her beloved wings.

Thorn could not, however, deny the weight of her predicament as she landed, two padded thuds in the same spot Kon vacated only a breath before. When she straightened, Kon stood at the door with words of invitation before he disappeared within.
She hesitated, renewed ice glistening in her eyes.

This was what she had come for... wasn't it? To meet the man that stalked her nights. Her supposed father, to find out why. Why he had left her to a lifetime of estrangement. If he had kept her, then she...

Grey eyes flickered over the doorway. A true house. She had never laid footing into a true home, a building only person, one family occupied. She burned outlined the edges of the roof into her mind, caught sight of a shadow behind the window, and darted to the doorway as rummaging echoed from one of the home's many rooms. The noise instantly brought her forth from the dream-like state of mind and drew her forward to the doorway. Calloused fingers scraped the doorframe and she disappeared into the shadowed building.

While her eyes accustomed themselves to the dimmed lighting, she ventured forward, eyes straining to read her new atmosphere. Each step, each motion, remained cautious, as if she were a wild animal trespassing into another's territory, wary of everything around her. She dared not tred too far too quickly in fear of involking some sort of unforseen response.
She recognized chairs and carpeting, tables and cabinets, knives, forks, spoons, vases, pictures, pillows --all of the items defining domestic life. Luxuries she had not touched or witnessed in years...

"I'll be right back, I must retrive the meat."
Kon's sudden appearance, his breif set of words, started Thorn to the point she hoped he had not noticed her start. She had wandered, or so it seemed, to the closes chair and was tracing the fabric patterns on the edge of a throw pillow. Her heart raced as she closed her eyes and reminded herself to breath.
Why was she so... nervous?

Controlling herself, she slipped around a corner and into the room from which Kon and appeared from. The workings of a meal splayed out on the counter for her to view as if behind a glass case. Kon had left behind cut vegetables, some utensils, and pottery in order to retrieve the meat.

The sound of movement reminded her this was no display case for her to gaze up on for hours. Somone lived here. Gaze upon the doorway to the kitchen, she listened to Kon's shuffling around the house. The crackling of a fire filled her ears and she realized another, closer flame burned within the very room she stood. Looking to the cooking fire, she marveled that he would risk leaving a room in which a free flame burned.
This house was truly a world in which she knew nothing of.

Kon returned to the kitchen bearing the meat to find Thorn standing beside his abandoned cooking equiptment. An awkward moment passed as she looked from his face to the vegetables and knives and back to him. Then she wordlessly stepped aside and past him to the room he had just vacated with a speed in her step that she startled herself with.
Why had she suddenly wanted to be alone? Hadn't she come with years of solitary travel in search of someone to relieve that weight?

Standing in the middle of the room, she frowned at the light dancing on the carpet, on her feet. This was not like her.

[-ooc: was that worth the wait? lol -]

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[warrick]

It was true that Kon knew next to nothing about his daughter and that having her here now after all these years, was strange to say the least. As he had returned to the kitchen of his home he couldn’t help but see her displacement from his home. She didn’t really fit in here. When Kon thought about it he knew he didn’t really belong here either. The items and memories that hid in this house belong to the two other sides of him. The one side was childish Poe the little boy who had never grown up although his body did. Poe was an oddity. He was selfish and avoided anything that needed commitment, seriousness, responsibility, and some time politeness. He was normally a cheerful being and didn’t cause too much trouble except one of the many woman he played try to get serious with him. Kon had earned a nice scar on the back of his head. The enraged woman threw a pot at the back of his head when Poe tried to tell the woman he got some other woman pregnant. Than there was Warrick, he was very intense. Normally a man of hatred and sorrows. This side of Kon never had a childhood. Happiness eludes him. He is the one for fighting, seriousness, and all the other grizzly things that Kon’s body had gone through. Kon couldn’t count the number of scars that were his fault.

Subconsciously, while deep in thought, Kon had been cooking the meal. The meat started to heat up as he added this season and that season to it. It didn’t take Kon long to finish the meal. It was as he was splitting the meal into segments for them that he realized he had cooked enough to have Kisa join them. He paused a moment to think. If Kisa came back now she would be in between Blair and him, but she’d also get to learn the full story herself. Deciding to send word for her Kon walked out a back door and sat a moment by the flowers. They seemed to pick up the mood about him and the wind rose high. He whispered soft into the breeze.

“My darling Kisa. I’m sorry about the happenings earlier, but I wish if you see fit to forgive me and my actions earlier to return to my home. I wish to not waste a moment that you are free from the curse.”

Kon had to grant that it was possible his words would not reach her for quiet a long time depending on how far she gone from his house. Kon sighed. He had a feeling that he had messed something up. His right eye brow started to twitch. If only… Kon couldn’t help but think of all the woman Poe had and the one Warrick had met that held promise for love. The ones that could of and would have put up with his multiple disorders. Melody… she hadn’t loved me… or was it that I didn’t love her… Melody was once his wife and the mother of Blair. She had put up with him and all the craziness of Warrick’s personality. It was Warrick who was the dominate personality after all. He was one that mostly dealt with reality the best and got on with it the best. Kon sighed as his fist tightened. Where Kon was a safe middle of the three he was not real. He never was. He really didn’t exist except to Kisa and a brief time to Blair.

“Why expose her to some one that isn’t real… I’d only be real if… no I won’t… For some reason I feel she isn’t returning…” Kon lost one tear. Than as if he never existed, his personality slipped into nothingness. Warrick slowly came to consciousness sitting there. For some reason he felt like a burden had been lifted from him and he some how knew about the meal and a guest in the house he had built. Getting up he went back into his kitchen, scrapped the third plate and grab the two remaining. His movements not a flowing as the lasts, but more stiff. More like the true soldier he was. As he appeared in the den he saw Blair. The memories form earlier flashed in his head. Rude and impolite… that’s right… I shouldn’t of been though. He made a cough in his throat to catch her attention.

“I believe I made one of these for you. Don’t be afraid to sit down on one of the chairs, they don’t bite like I do.” Warrick set her plate on a table near one of the chair and sat down in a chair with his. “Seeing as I can’t remember a full time line to this moment I dare say you’ve come to see the I have some, shall I say, complexities.” Warrick took a warm vegetable into his mouth and chewed. He swallowed and continued to talk and eat at an even passed interval. “As I recall though, I was rather an ass to you earlier.”

“I also now that I think about it didn’t really recognize you when I first saw you.” Looking up from his food for the first time, “Although now that I put two and two together I can tell exactly who you are.” Setting his fork down. “You are the same girl I had blessed in the holy church of Airos. This would make you Blair Melody Thorn. Blair for your great grandmother on your mother’s side, Melody for your mother, and Thorn from my last name.” Shifting his position he stared up into her eyes. “And that would make me the horrible excuse for a father of yours. Of course not all the complications that made me raising you impossible not my fault.” His cold exterior was mirrored to the one Blair wore. This is who he was, who he should always be. It was easier this way any way. “If you’ve met the others don’t be mistaken. I’m Warrick. And the true owner of this body.” The flowers outside the house seemed to be seperate from all of Warrick emotions as if their prevous tie to him had been severed and the words he had whispered into the wind seemed less.

o.o.c.- Sorry about the sudden change of like… well everything lol… after coming back to this character after so long, I have new ideas for him.

[thorn]

Standing before the fire, Thorn allowed the flickerings of Pyran dictate her thoughts. An undying passion --need to know brought her to this house, to the man in the room behind her preparing a meal, and now that she could feel the fibers of his house beneath her feet, she wondered: did she even want this? To be surrounded by the foreign and getting the answers she vengefully sought for so long? What would she do with herself without the spite?

"I believe I made one of these for you. Don’t be afraid to sit down on one of the chairs, they don’t bite like I do.”
Crystal eyes flashed a hardened heart and pampered years of grown ice; a reaction she could not easily break. Once the face of the speaker registered, Thorn reigned the suspicion from her visage and realized Kon was holding out a plate for her to take; Mistrust dissolved to unknowling as her hand found the edge of the dinner wear. Thorn flicked a gaze between the steaming plate and Kon, unsure of what to do next. She awkwardly hunted for a chair and sat only after Kon retired to a seat of his own choosing. Then, with the warm dish sitting in her lap, did she realize he'd been talking.
"...some, shall I say, complexities."
And indeed, Thorn noticed it was not Kon that sat before her, but the Warrick from the field. Immediately she allowed ice to crystallize about her irises. Experiences with this side of the figure that called himself a father had not provided a favorable impression. Why had Kon decided to leave? He was much more amicible company...

Everything Kon offered to say reminded Thorn of an excuse for his actions: he didn't remember her, it wasn't his fault circumstances made it impossible to raise her, Warrick was the true owner of the body. The lines to her brow deepened with the ice. She had not come here for excuses.
Thorn's food sat untouched on her plate; at first she had been too out of her element to eat, now she sat to angry to eat. She listened, waited for Warrick to finish his monologue and as she waited she could not hear the plants or the wind and her insides grew colder. She had never set foot to a place where she could not feel a thread of breeze over her ski or the plannt's surge of emotion through her bones. Unnerved, Thorn said in silence until glacial fronts clashed with the meeting of crystal grey eyes.

Silence followed, as it always did when Thron compiled her thoughts.
"Kon was more of a father than you and I knew him for mere moments. He did not make excuses for his actions." Her food grew cold. "Who is Melody?" Thorn's visage did not changeas she spoke, but the name weighed heavily on her tongue and her heart throbbed in her chest. She had been named after her mother...

[Kisa Ren'ai]

It had been only a few hours, but in that time much had changed in the lady bobcat demon. In those few hours her true form ran miles, conquered hills, and found safe haven between some ruins and pillars. There she was attacked, a few scrapes, nothing too bad, and there blood had fallen. There was no curse, for it was gone temporarily, but blood dripped down past her eyes like sanguinolent tears. Her heart was hurting, the ache of betrayal and deliberate isolation ran in her veins like a new reopened wound. Her large pads scooped up pieces of loose soil as she ran through the dead fields of wheats and grass. As she ran, fueled only by anger and emotion, she heard a whisper. Slowly her gait to observe the area, she found no one source of the voice, instead she found it all around her. Stopping, she dropped to her haunches and listened more. Eventually she came to the realization that the plants were speaking to her. Coaxing her, calling her back to Kon.

The humanoid demon stood, abandoning the ancient form.

"Come back? Come back after what that bastard Warrick has said to me? Why interupt a happy reunion?" Her words were iced with sarcasm, venomous, her heart once again closing shut to the outsiders.

Her nose twitched as she smelt the air currents. It wasn't that far of a run back to Kon's house, she knew she was capable of the journey back. Despite this information, Kisa's bitterness still held the majority in her heart.

Her amber eyes narrowed, the wind picking up with the cold breeze, her body shivering as she tugged her tan jacket against her frame tighter.

"Damn bastard, damn bastard," she continued aloud.

Her feet moved her closer to Kon's home. As she walked, each step hestiant out of her own stubborn anger she drew her sword. It was bloodied and stained permantently, the sounds of her own screams echoing in her mind. With no sunshine Kisa came to realize how lack-luster the blade was. She dragged it in the grass as she walked, the tip leaving a small indentation in the soft earth. A trail.

As she continued to ponder, she found herself within view of his house. She stopped. The sword dropped. Kisa took a step back, away from the home.

"So why am I here?"

The plants did not respond.


[[really lacking muse, sorry]]