Adust Crimson Lips

[Kisa Ren'ai]

The sun was high above the trees, sucking the water from the earth below like a wolf in desperate need of liquids. Many of the creatures Kisa wandered by were in the protection of the trees with their tongues falling to the sides of their mouths, panting to help ease their boiling bodies. Kisa could not help but pity the animals less fortunate than her. She, being cat demon, could control her body temperature just slightly, enough to keep the heat from overpowering her and slowing her down. A layer of sweat lingered on her skin, reflecting the rays of the sun, giving her a slight glow.


Kisa's normal attire did keep her cool, though the lust-glazed eyes of spectators did come to be a nuisance after a while. Her leather half-jacket had been abandoned, tied to the sheath of her sword so she did not have to bother carrying it with her in her arms. This left her with her only a rather small white brasserie on top, one that dipped at the three-quarter breast going left to right, showing peaks of her cleavage. Her torso glistened with the sunlight, the cream colored skin pure and unflawed. Only her left hand was covered with a glove, the other was allowed to breath. Her left one was unbearable warm, coated in sweat, which agitated her slightly. The ends of her cargo pants were rolled up to mid-thigh instead of at their normal length at her knees, the top settling at her hips. Her tail was coiled around her waist, holding her belt that was at a diagonal in place.

Her canteen had been empty for a while now, and she was getting a little thirsty. Crimson lips were starting to dry out, constantly she'd run her sand-paper textured tongue over them, revitalizing them for only so long. The cracks in her lips were starting to sting, drying into pieces instead of smooth lush lips. The canteen jingled against her belt as she continued to walk along a dusty dirt path. The forest was beside her, along with a few desolate farms that had the cattle grazing. A few of the farmer's dogs would bark at her, sensing her strength, and her cat in her. Still, Kisa would ignore them, a bobcat demon was too high to pick on such a small creature.

Her ears picked up on the sound of water far earlier than her eyes had found it. A river, with a decent pace, smashing up against a few boulders that caused cataracts along the way. There were fish about, swimming peacefully, undisturbed by nothing other than the water's natural flow. When she reached the clearing Kisa could not help but smile inwardly with relief. Slowly she unbuckled her belt, her sword, canteen, and jacket each falling to the ground in a lump. Her chocolate orbs followed the fish around and she couldn't help but smile for real. Kisa ran her hands through her hair, letting some of the matted sweat-covered hair fall a little bit more freely. She pulled off her boots, leaving them beside the rest of her goods. The first thing she did was fill her canteen to the top, screw back on the cap, and leave it underneath her jacket so the contents would not evaporate on her.

Kisa got down on all fours, looking at her reflection in the water. She did have a healthy glow, and the curse had not affected her physical appearance. Slowly the last article of unneeded clothing, the glove, was removed, and left behind. The hand was plunged into the water, and the rest of her dry crusted blood washed away. Her lips touched the water with a sort of grace, the cool liquid bringing life to the adust lips. Soon she began to lap up the water with her small pink tongue, one hand still submerged with water, the other on the edge of the bank. Her tail swished side to side with contentment. Her back was tanned in a most peculiar way, because the brasserie tied in a interlacing patter on her back, it left a sort of unique set of stripes. With a quick movement she plunged her head into the water, but then immediately pulled it back. She shook her head, letting the dusty blond strands of hair fly about, water beads sent everywhere. Kisa let out a small sigh of relief, then went back to drinking.

[warrick]

Poe had traveled long and hard while being wounded by a man who had been afraid of his presences in the woods. He had not intended any harm on the man, but Poe’s appearance didn’t calm the soul, so naturally the man had ran and retrieved a weapon. His weapon had been a nice long spear, one that the man had thrown at Poe. When Poe had sent eh spear he had jumped up into the air and into flight, but the spear met its mark; it was lodged deep in between two of his ribs. The pain was unbelievable, and made him start to panic in mid air. Not being used to being injured like this, he fell from the sky quickly. Hitting the ground his shirt tore and the spear broke off, leaving the head in of the spear in side. After rolling for a good amount of time he stopped moving next to a river. Not knowing what to do and wanting to check out his wound he takes off all clothing in the way. He rips off his cloak, then his tight white t-shirt, and any other object weighing him down; which included his weapons. He couldn’t have any object on him because he didn’t have to energy to have them weighting him down, he was losing his vision so he didn’t want them on him when they could possibly hurt him, and lastly it was just instinct to remove everything as he went to examine his body.

Looking down at his body now, he sees the blood dripping down him. Not many beings are able to handle the sight of blood, this was true for Poe; Warrick could handle it, but not him. Instantly Poe starts to gag. This combined with his loss of vision, made him lose it completely. Finally he passes out on the side of the river. When he passed out he rolled and his body feel into the river. Being so lost in his pain, he didn’t wake up to the sudden rush of cold water. Luckily he floated down stream head up to the sky so he wouldn’t drown. With the first 100 yards his body happens along a shallow enough depth that his body stays there momentarily; only momentarily before his head sinks under the water and he starts to suck in the water.

Soon then his head drifts off to blackness, nothing in his coldness. Nothing waking him from his dying slumbers. Then there was a flicking sound, a sound that reminded him of his pet cat at home liking from its bowl. The nice peaceful rhythm of the licks of water pushing him further into a dead sleep. Suddenly the sound stopped; and a scary silence and bleakness passed over him. Nothing again; it was so lonely. SPLASH! The sudden noise awoke him from his sleep. His eyes shot right open. Seeing the flowing water over him and the water in his throat he freaked out. Instantly he put his feet down on ground and pushed out of the water.

With all the power he had, his wings extended throwing him up into the air. His crazy blue hair, dark at their roots then fading down to white, was soaked. His deep grey eyes wide with shock of the pain running through him again and cold fury. His giant wings were spread out; both sets; water dripping from them down back into the river. His fingers extended from hands, his long claws jutting out. Lastly his sharp fangs jutting out from his mouth. At first he had just risen from the water and his total out look was terrifying and fury. But then the pain hit him, his claw receded, his eyes lost their fury, and he dropped from the sky to rest in the river. Both his hands had grabbed at his wound, blood still dripping from it.

Looking up all around him, trying to find something, or some one that could help him. The first thing he sees is golden hair, and… and… his eyes started to blur before he could tell all of who he had been looking at.

“Pl… please… help me…”

Then Poe, lost all balance and feel back over into the water again.

[Kisa Ren'ai]

Kisa had been drinking peacefully when her ears twitched. Movement. Something was moving through the forest in terror. The creature was confused, because it had made no effort to hide itself. Then her nose twitched, blood, lots of it. It wasn't a small wound no, it was a deep flesh wound. THe creature was in pain, it was in the breathing and staggered movements. Fabrics were ripped, a body in the water. Kisa finally lifted her head from the water slowly and scanned the river. It didn't take her long to notice a body approaching her in the water, soon after it sank.

Kisa had to debate whether to help the creature, male, and for now she just watched it. She did trust no one, it was who she was. Before long the creature sprang itself from the water and into the air. Feathers and wings, though wet, propelled him upward. Then her chocolate eyes found it, the head of a spear lodged between his ribs. Her mind cringed, sensing the pain that screamed from him and his weary soul. But for a moment, she realized, that he was different, not of pure blood. He had, almost two souls, both paining. He fell to the water once more, and reached out to her.

“Pl… please… help me…”

Then the being lost consciousness. Kisa couldn't help but stare for a moment. All living beings were her enemy, all creatures breathing, were enemies. Still. He seemed helpless. Hopeless even. He was battling an internal battle. Kisa got up slowly, standing tall and looking down at the man. His wound would kill him soon, blood loss. A dragon, she determined. SHe hadn't seen many, other than the Nairobi she had met a few weeks ago. Kisa slowly walked over to her belt and belongings, picking up a vile of blue liquid, and her canteen of water. Kisa placed these two viles beside the slumbering body. She bent down and stroked the side of his face, whispering with no emotion her voice, "This will hurt, but it will help."

Slowly she wrapped her arms around his upper arms and slowly pulled him from the water. His legs scraped against the shallows of the water and dirt clung to his wet skin until he was completely on the bank. Kisa sighed lightly and stared at him once more. His hair was a unique color, like the tones of the sky as time passed by, from the dark of night to the time of clouds. Kisa sat on her knees beside him, running her hand lightly over the muscles of his chest. "I make no apology for this," she mumbled as she quickly grabbed the head of the spear. In one solid motion she yanked the lodged weapon from his flesh, listening to the sound of his muscles and flesh tearing slightly. Blood poured from him like a small stream and she blinked. Blood, the instincts stirred in her.

Kisa felt the pulsation on her hand intensify, but she ignored it for the sake of this stranger. She first picked up the vile with the blue liquid inside and opened the canteen. The contents were mixed together and with her free hand she opened his mouth gently. "This, will keep ailment from you." Kisa sat back and waited for him to swallow it, though unfortunetely most of it dribbled out of the sides of his mouth. With slight irritation she let out a sigh. She took a sip of it herself and watched him. Dumb creature, what had he done to upset a pathetic villager? How could he not have avoided that attack? Kisa noticed the blood was starting to poor on the hand that was resting beside his chest.

Kisa took a sip of the water but did not swallow. She tipped open his mouth and pressed hers to his, spilling the contents in, and giving the liquid no other place to go, it was swallowed. Kisa pulled away and wiped her chin, slightly disgusted with the strange taste this boy possessed. Her attention was turned back to the whole in his chest. She wiped away the blood with the back of her hand, enough to see the actual hole. It wasn't too big, so he'd live, with the help of that medicine. Kisa leaned down and began to lick at the wound tenderly. THe saliva of a demon healed woulds must faster than it would normally take him, even if he was part dragon. If he healed himself so be it.

Kisa did not owe this man anything, why she helped him was a mystery. She pondered this has she lapped at the copper-tasting blood that slowly eased from his chest. Stupid boy, she thought to herself.


[[sorry for spelling errors, the spell check wouldn't work]]

[warrick]

Falling down into the water and losing consciousness, Warrick was sent yet again into a dream state. The only difference this time was it wasn’t a death like sleep. Not quite into a deep sleep, Warrick felt his body being moved. When he felt something grab onto the spear he wanted to cry out in pain, especially when the spear was ripped from him. The pain from that was enough to push him completely out of it and into darkness again.

“Poe, you idiot! How could you get us into this! You moron.” Poe opened his eyes and he was face to face with himself.
“How?” he couldn’t believe he was looking at himself.
“Ahhh! You’re more than the idiot I thought you were! It’s me, Warrick!” Poe jumped back. He looked around a few times to try to figure out what was going on.
“How? How am I looking at myself?” Warrick rolled his eyes.
“You went unconscious. Remember” Poe gasped at the rememberance of the pain. “Well, this is your dream. Well, dream like state.” Poe’s hand came to her his chin as he tried to think.
“Then why are you here?” His hand pointed at Warrick.
“Never mind.” Warrick shook his head. “Poe, get serious for a chance. Look, didn’t you take notice to the giant spear that was lodged in your side?”
“Of course I noticed. It was a thorn in my side.” Poe chuckled at his joke.
“Ha… ha… so funny Poe. Now get serious! You could have killed us both!” Instantly Poe stopped laughing and seemed to grab at the real situation at hand. “Now until we’re healed I’m taking over. Got it!”
“No, not fair. I…”
“No… I’m taking over and that’s final.” A wave a bright light flashed over both of them.


Warrick’s head was spinning, and he was feeling very weird. The weird feeling was something of a touch of… arousal. Warrick’s eyes shot open as he looked down at a beautiful being licking his wound. –Well, if I’d wake up like this after every time I took a hit, I let it happen more often.- The pain fully hitting him again made him wince and try to touch his cut. Instead of getting his wound he got the being’s hair.

“Oh, sorry… I meant… I meant to grab my cut…”

He removed his hand from her head immediately. Not knowing what to really say at the time, seeing as he never really had to say thank you to some one for saving his life, he was silent for a moment looking at the being. Looking at her he could tell she was some sort of demon, and a pretty one at that. He also noticed that she wasn’t of his nationality. She was definitely not of wind. Controlling his voice to a steady tone and getting his body under his reins he cleared his throat and started to speak.

“I’m not sure how to put this; normally I don’t find myself in this sort of situation; but the best I think I have is thank you. You saved my life and Poe’s. He was the idiot who did this to us. I know you didn’t have to do this, and looking at you now surprises me that you did. I’m curious as to why you’d help some one like me. Some one of wind?”

Warrick knew he probably confused her abut him and Poe, but he hadn’t really paid to much attention to that detail. He was more interested in his last question. If it was out of the kindness in her heart, then maybe this world might be changing, or at lest have a few good souls in it.


o.o.c.- Sorry for the weird colors and if it hurt your eyes... I'll try to not let Warrick and Poe be in one post again...

[Kisa Ren'ai]

Kisa felt a hand touch the dusty locks atop her head and immediately she stopped. It had thrown her for a loop, her eyes darting up. Surprisingly, the creature was already conscious again. Maybe her remedies were working fine, and the medicine had done its job. “Oh, sorry… I meant… I meant to grab my cut…”. When was it last, that someone had touched her? Was it her mother, or her father? Still being bent over she realized the male had an ideal view to stare at her slightly tanned cleavage. Kisa pulled back from the creature, sitting back on her haunches. Her hand still throbbed with pain, but the only indication of that was a thin flicker that passed her chocolate eyes from time to time.

"Never apologize," she told him calmly. She wiped away the blood that had smeared her lips and chin, licking at that blood as it coated her fingers with a slight crimson hue. "Demon blood will heal the wound faster," she added, not wanting him to think anything other than what she was doing for him.

I’m not sure how to put this; normally I don’t find myself in this sort of situation; but the best I think I have is thank you. You saved my life and Poe’s. He was the idiot who did this to us. I know you didn’t have to do this, and looking at you now surprises me that you did. I’m curious as to why you’d help some one like me. Some one of wind?”


Kisa's tail swished from side to side on the dirt and she shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes began to wander back to the river. "You're made up of two souls. Two souls share one body, and constantly struggle for dominance. Two different personalities, often conflicting. Am I right?" Kisa got up slowly and made her way back over to the edge of the river. "Lay there, don't move. If you do the potion I gave you will be useless."

Kisa watched the fish move about in the river, and with a slingshot like motion her hand splashed into the water. One fish hit the ground beside the creature with a 'flap' and gasped for air. Soon two more fish joined that pile, slowly dying and drying out in the intense sun. Kisa dried her hand against her pants and turned back to him. The poor weak fool, he really did have such a burden. Kisa still hadn't answered the rest of his question though, but she was thinking about it.

Honestly, she had no real answer. But did she need one? Did she really have to explain herself to a being who could not manage the two souls inside of him? Kisa walked back to him, staring down at his face, her frame casting a shadow over him. She crossed her arms and sighed, "You're going to overheat if I leave you here in the sun. Blasted heat, even if you're covered with water, you'll dry out like the flowers are." Kisa walked over his head and once again took him by the arms. Slowly she dragged him over to the shelter of the shady trees. Kisa used her leather jacket as a pillow for the weakling's head. After standing she went and retrieved the last of her belongings. Her feet kicked around a few sticks until she had a neat pile, and then with a rock and sword created a spark, thus starting a fire.

The three fish were skewered through her sword and she left the blade to cook on the fire. Her blade could endure the flames, and she would cool it later in the stream. The flames also killed off the remnants of bacteria from the demons she had slew earlier. As the fish cooked she sat down beside his frame. "I don't know why I saved you. Maybe that idiot inside of you, reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago. Yes he was an idiot, who could not defend himself from a simple farmer, but that idiot, still saved your life."

Kisa held her paw in the air and stared at the blood insignia on her hand. "Your 'loyalty' means nothing to me. You're still a creature, you're still an enemy, but something about that "Poe' as you called him, reminded me of a life I thought I had left behind. Besides, if you had bled any longer, you would have activated something I didn't want to deal with." Kisa looked back at his wound. It was bleeding more, when she moved him it must've caused whatever platelet to break. She rolled her eyes with frustration.

Damn this creature who wouldn't stop bleeding. Her hand pulsated again and she hissed inwardly. Leaning down, without telling him, without excusing herself, she ran her tongue along the hole again. Kisa stopped for a moment, running her tongue along her fang as she talked aloud, "Don't thank me yet. Today you're not an enemy, tomorrow, you could be at the other end of my sword." Kisa returned to lapping at his wound as her ears listened to the crackling of the fire beside him. Whether he was looking or not, she decided to ignore it. Beauty was not a word she used to describe herself, a warrior, nothing else. The fire would keep him warm, but cool because he was in the shade. After he ate, she would leave.

[[Doesn't bother me that much, the fonts I mean. I like seeing two personalities in one post.]]

[warrick]

“Never apologize.” The words seemed to ring in his head. For some reason they kept repeating in his head. He had no idea as to why they did. Maybe, he thought, it was because it was something in his memory clicked to him. Thinking deep into his memory he tried to find out why these words seemed so special in his mind. Warrick closed his eyes and looked deep into the dark caves of his painful memory. Painful memory after painful memory made his eyes squeeze closed tighter and tighter. In moments the memories flood his ability to hold back the pain, and he lost himself in the search of the words. Now he couldn’t help his flashbacks. He was so lost; he didn’t even remember what had started his memory search.

“Diana, there is something I should probably tell you.” a tall brown haired woman was running around in circles. First grabbing wet rags and then some red liquid in a small cup.
“Not now dear. I have to give Warrick the medicine the doctor is giving me.” Not far off in the other room Warrick heard this and got up. Oh his short ten year old legs wobbled around the hall toward the room his mother and father were in. His blue hair fell in front of his face as he sat down outside of the room they were in. he hated that medicine. It only made him feel worse, since he had stopped taking it behind his mother’s back he had been getting better. Trying to not make a noise he listened in on the conversation going on.
“Diana, it won’t help him.” The strong tall man standing by his wife had his held his head down as he talked to his wife.
“What do you mean it won’t work, look how he’s been getting better.” She stopped moving and looked at her husband.
“He’s been getting better because he has been sneaky and not taking it.” He walked over to his wife and grabbed her hand in his. “I’m sorry for not telling you. I really am. But, Warrick isn’t.” He paused. He had been looking into her eyes, but he couldn’t any more.
“He isn’t what?” She grabbed her husband’s face and turns it to her. Warrick was leaning almost into the room, he was on the edge of his toes. This conversation was so big to him and his ten year old metal curiosity. Just when his mother stated to take a breath to talk because of his father’s silence he spoke.
“He’s not human.” He spit it out all at once. Quickly he turned from her and went to lean against a counter table. Warrick couldn’t believe his ears; but this only made him wait on every word that would come out of their mouths more.
“What do you mean? He is our son. I gave birth to him.” This conversation was killing his father; Warrick could just make out his father’s muscles straining.
“He’s not human, because… I’m not either. My father and mother were dragons, but the trait didn’t get passed on to me. But it got passed on to our son.” There was a very deadly silence. Warrick had stopped breathing, this moment was a make or break situation. The next events changed Warrick forever.
“I can’t apologize enough for not telling you Dai…” She cut him off before he could finish. Her voice was like ice.
“Don’t apologize, you can never apologize for this… for you making my son… for making Warrick a monster!” when she had said son, the sound of disgust was in her voice.

Warrick hearing that couldn’t even think of how to react to that. His mother, the closest figure to him had just called him a monster. He was destroyed. His heart was in pieces. He didn’t even register the yelling taking place. After the numbness got to him, and the pain over took him, he let out a river full of tears. His parents heard him.

“Oh-my-god Warrick. Son I didn’t mean you to hear…” Warrick was up on his feet and out the door into the cold before his parents could say another word.

Warrick shivered from the flash back. It was his most painful memory. He opened his eyes and a tear wanted to fall, but he didn’t let it. His mouth opened and moved to say the words which had caused his flash back.

“Never apologize.” Warrick heaved out a chuckle. “If we all never apologized we would be left with bitter and painful memories.” Warrick finally all the way out of his flash back thought of something quick to say to cover up his secret pain. “And to never have some one let down their pride enough, there would be pointless battles and blood shed. Some times there are occasions where it isn’t necessary, but this world might be better, without the uses less loss and heartache. “Warrick looked down to the demon’s eyes, and touched her chin to stop her from licking his wound. “My pride isn’t high enough to not admit I was wrong in toughing you, so I say again. I’m sorry.” With that he let his finger off her skin and down onto his wound. Letting his finger’s take inventory of his wound he started to mumble to himself. “Not to bad, your liquid solution helped. My demon blood should be able to heal the rest in time.”

[Kisa Ren'ai]

Never apologize. If we all never apologized we would be left with bitter and painful memories. And to never have some one let down their pride enough, there would be pointless battles and blood shed. Some times there are occasions where it isn’t necessary, but this world might be better, without the uses less loss and heartache.

Heartache. Before her eyes she thought of the knife that slammed through her hand, the poision put into her, the darkness. Her left hand twitched in pain. That night, the night the sky was red with flames. The day the village decided to betray her. Never apologize. She had apologized with tears in her eyes, it had done nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. SHe vowed since then to never fault herself for her actions. This boy was a fool.

“My pride isn’t high enough to not admit I was wrong in toughing you, so I say again. I’m sorry.”

"Apologize to me again and I will do more than stick a damn spear into you chest," Kisa stood up and walked over to the fire. Damn him. Damn him and his kindness. Why did a stranger show more kindness than her family had? Why why why?


"This is what you get! This is what you get Kisa! You were born and this is what you get!" Her apologizes echoed through the sky, little tears through her eyes as they continued to stab and beat her. Her brother hung in the center of the town for all to see. She continued to scream and cry as the black vile liquid took over her hand, then darkness came. When she woke up she was in a hay cart of some demon man, who had taken her miles away. "This is what you get, your cries and begs of forgiveness mean nothing. Take responsibility for what you have done

Kisa pulled her sword from the fire and with her bare hand pulled a cooked fish from the blade. She chewed on it slowly, thinking about her family. Her back was too him, he could not see the anger that raged through her eyes, and beneath it, the saddness. Kisa would never be able to forgive what her clan had done, nor would she be able to forget. "We are entitled to our memories, regardless of how horrible they are. Heartache is a given, that's all we are given at times. Regardless of how kind you are, how desperately loyal you are, you will always feel the heartache. It's part of trusting someone other than yourself. When you put your soul into someone else's hands, its easy for it to slip right through, and crash into pieces on the ground. Then they walk away, and you're left to fix yourself again."


“Not to bad, your liquid solution helped. My demon blood should be able to heal the rest in time.”


Kisa threw the remains of her fish into the fire, the bones crackling and slowly turning to soot. "The potion is extracted from the blood of a few different demons, mixed with the right types of stream water, it can block out most of infections. It's got leaves from the mountains, where I am from. No one else knows about them, so I can't make more for you."

Kisa sat down beside him again, calming herself down. She pulled one more fish from the sword, leaving the blade to rest against her knee. Slowly she pulled a chunk of the fish off and held it out to him. "Do you want it, or are you too weak to chew for yourself?" It had not meant to be an insult, she had to force her potion down his throat before.

[warrick]

"Apologize to me again and I will do more than stick a damn spear into you chest," and then she walked away from him. I left him wondering what could have made her react this way to him. Looking at her from afar, he sensed pain and anger, but not seeing her face he could be sure of the true extent of her pain or anger. Just meeting her he didn’t want to get to close with her or completely trust her, but he couldn’t help but want to make her feel at ease for the anger he caused her.

When she came back to sit next to him, she talked briefly about the potion she had given him. When she offered him food he didn’t take it. Not because he didn’t have the strength, but because he wouldn’t let himself. He couldn’t accept food from her until she would be at ease with him. It was something in his soul that didn’t like the idea of taking something offered with out first earning it. To earn his food, he decided to make her at ease with him, or leave.

“You speak of memories, those of pain and betrayal, like you know them.” Warrick ran his fingers over the side of his left knee. There under his pants was a deep scar from being burned, he had earned it from falsely trusting a fire rat. “We all have memories of times like that. Note though I’m not saying yours are any better than those of every day man, for all I know you may have been treated worse than I, and a result of my painful memories is Poe and I.” Warrick was grasping for words to say, trying not to get her mad; to keep her listening though. “Painful memories, they can haunt ones dreams, or leave them with ever growing need of revenge. They leave you broken; in need of repair.” Looking over at the flowing water, he grabbed at the last of his thoughts. “All those things are cause by pain and are impossible to ease. The inability to fix yourself makes you hate, and some times hate the wrong people. I feel sorry for what ever has happened to you in your life, and I’m sorry you seem to carry this disliking of myself on. Yes, I apologized there again, but in an act of the way I am.” Looking up into her eyes to show her the honesty in his next words. “But they are acts in the way I am. The way I am is showing you kindness and honesty. If the people who hurt you were the same then I hate myself for being the same as them, for I wish to have myself not hurt you or leave you broken. But if I am not like them, then don’t hate me, I just wish to be kind and make life have a decent, if not happy, memory.” Touching her knife softly, with no gesture of hostility her went on with his last words. “But kindness and words to you I had apologized, and I knew the consequence. So you have the right to take your knife and kill me, but if my words made any difference, don’t let my kindness bring you to kill me.”

With that Warrick stopped talking. He looked hard into her eyes once more, letting her see how much he had meant his words. Then he closed then and moved his arms out of the way of his heart for her to strike him.


o.o.c.- sorry for shortness....

[Kisa Ren'ai]

You speak of memories, those of pain and betrayal, like you know them. We all have memories of times like that. Note though I’m not saying yours are any better than those of every day man, for all I know you may have been treated worse than I, and a result of my painful memories is Poe and I. [/color]

Kisa put the fish beside her with her sword, her left hand clenching the dirt beside him. Yes, she knew pain, she'd know pain that could probably be much worse than his. She did not know that for sure, and would not be naive by saying it was so. Kisa kept her eyes away from him, refusing to relent the barriers of coldness she had put up. THe scar was starting to sob in pain, his blood was making it react. She bit her lip waiting.

“Painful memories, they can haunt ones dreams, or leave them with ever growing need of revenge. They leave you broken; in need of repair. All those things are cause by pain and are impossible to ease. The inability to fix yourself makes you hate, and some times hate the wrong people. I feel sorry for what ever has happened to you in your life, and I’m sorry you seem to carry this disliking of myself on. Yes, I apologized there again, but in an act of the way I am.[/color]

Now he pitied her, this pathetic creature pitied her. Damn him. Damn it all to hell, him, her people, everyone. Of course it leads to hate, of course, because you cannot fathom what you had done to cause people such torment and pain. If you knew the reason to hate yourself then by god hate yourself, but to be left completely alone, in mystery, with so much pain, what else was there? Hate the wrong people, was he implying she hated too many people.

Kisa turned her head and watched the river, wondering what would have become of him if she had left him in the water to die. Kisa had not saved him to be lectured or preached to. She knew pain, it was her pain, and no one elses. Kisa sensed him looking at her, so she looked down to meet his gaze, and subtly she started to run her soft fingers across his chest, like a comfort. For who, she didn't know.

“But they are acts in the way I am. The way I am is showing you kindness and honesty. If the people who hurt you were the same then I hate myself for being the same as them, for I wish to have myself not hurt you or leave you broken. But if I am not like them, then don’t hate me, I just wish to be kind and make life have a decent, if not happy, memory.” Touching her knife softly, with no gesture of hostility her went on with his last words. “But kindness and words to you I had apologized, and I knew the consequence. So you have the right to take your knife and kill me, but if my words made any difference, don’t let my kindness bring you to kill me.”

Kisa looked at him and blinked, smirking, "You think I'd waste such a good blade on the likes of you, an injured little half breed? Of course not." She said nothing more and turned her head to the sky.

"You may pity me, or think me wrong to hate people, but, when you cannot fix yourself, it is worth hating. You hate those who broke you, not because of their action, but because they did not justify nor explain. So you break apart, and are left completely abandoned. The world you knew had cursed you then left your body to be picked apart by buzzards."

Kisa picked up the fish and handed it to him. "I do not hate you for being like them. You did not know them, nor are you one of them, therefore I will not hate you for the similarities. You weren't the one who left me with painful memories. You're just a little boy I decided to save. You are the victim here, not I."

Kisa's left hand pulsated and she dropped the fish on his chest unintentionally. She hissed in pain, and her right hand squeezed the other as blood started to ooze slowly from the blood red insignia on her hand. She clenched her hand into a fish and punched the ground, her eyes slammed shut with frustration. "I hate them, I hate them so much. And I cannot do a damn thing about it! I cannot kill them! I cannot kill myself! I cannot even save myself! I hope they all go to hell, because I will be there to kill their spirits. Those miserable....." Kisa stopped midsentence and opened up her eyes. She let out a sigh and stood up slowly, letting her sword hit the ground with a cling. She stood, but didn't do anything else.

Her hand hung limply at her side, her sensitive ears listening to the pittering sound of her blood slowly dripping to the dirt beside him. Slowly, the strong icy exterior she wore was brought back into place, like what had occured moments before was forgotten and erased from history. "I am not worth concern, nor apology. THe past is mine, and no matter how horrible it is, its the only thing of merit I wear. I am still one of my people, bobcat demon forever, I will never deny it. I am one of them, the betrayers, the lovers, the haters. Now I fight taking down any creature who opposes me. Do you need anything else, injured one?"

[warrick]

If at the moment there was any way to describe Warrick, it was tired. He was physically tired from his wound draining his energy. Mostly though, he was tired of this demon. He didn’t dislike her, no nothing like that, but his tolerance for her words went out the window after the insult. “HALF BREED.” Those two words clung to him since he was ten. Humans had ventured to call him that and so did the demons who shared the other half of his blood. With his tolerance gone, annoyance was replaced. Most of her words rang true, but that defeated the purpose. She states that she is not the victim, but inside it was a lie. The hole on his side made Warrick wounded, but not a victim. He was victim during the attack, but the attack is over. Here this demon woman was the victim. She was attacking herself. She didn’t see that her driving on for vengeance never let the memory go, and never letting go was as good as letting the real attack happen over and over, just in her head. She doesn’t even know who they are that she wishes vengeance on. Warrick would understand if maybe the even that hurt her took place not to long ago and the memory was fresh; then there could even still be a chance she could fulfill her revenge. But Warrick wasn’t blind; this pain has taken time. It took time for it to root this deep into her. Warrick wished he could kill the evil bastard over a million times, but he can’t. He never would be able because for them to be dead so does their memory have to die. This demon though, Warrick knew, wouldn’t let it go.

Annoyed, Warrick wanted no more of her company, no matter how much he like the being. Not until she realized that she was worth concern, for he already had concern and he wouldn’t waste that feelings on nothing, she was worth apology, he wouldn’t have given it had it not been necessary, and that she couldn’t let the memory drive her like this. Yes, the pain is horrible and hard to forget, but to move on you need to. That was a lesson she’d need to learn on her own. When she did, if she let go, maybe, just maybe, Warrick could share a time with her were company would be enjoyed. If she didn’t though, she obviously doesn’t want to move on and be happy; that she wants to drown in a puddle of anger, pain, and vengeance.
Before her last words left her lips, Warrick had had enough and stood silently. By the time the last words “injured one” left her lips he had already ripped his pants enough to make a wrap to have something to wrap with and tied the fabric safely around his abdomen. When she was finished talking he had his back turned to her and spoke one last time before, if no progress made, leaving.

“I do not pity you, I care. You obviously have not the idea of what it is like. When you finish hating or get your revenge, I’m always here. And no matter what, I’ll always care.” It torn at his already pained heart to leave her like this, but he couldn’t take her hatred and wanton to kill. He had been like that once, and he didn’t like it. Now that he gave life a chance to be good and to fight for the just, he never wanted to go back. “I once lived in hate… (Long pause)… but all it brought me was pain. Pain from the hurting others, pain from remembering… pain from not letting go.” He looked over his shoulder once more. “I think you are a good person at heart… you wouldn’t of helped me if you weren’t… if you ever wish to feel happiness and have some one care for you every waking moment… some one who wants to protect you and fight your demons next to you… I live just over that mountain in a valley. My house is in the middle of the open fields.” Warrick turned back to face his home. “The past is yours, but if you’ll share… I’ll make your future a good one.” He didn’t leave yet, he wanted to hear her words to make sure that he didn’t say good bye if he didn’t need to. But if he did, he hoped that some day she'd come to him. He wanted to make her feel cared for and understand that it wasn't bad. He wanted to sooth the wounds on her hand. He wanted to make her forget it all, and make her happy.

[Kisa Ren'ai]

I do not pity you, I care. You obviously have not the idea of what it is like. When you finish hating or get your revenge, I’m always here. And no matter what, I’ll always care. I once lived in hate… (Long pause)… but all it brought me was pain. Pain from the hurting others, pain from remembering… pain from not letting go.

Kisa's tail swished side to side as she closed her eyes and sighed. She felt horrible each day, inside and out, but what was she supposed to do with herself? How could she forget that day. It was impossible, it changed everything she was, down to the dna. She rested her head against her knee and sighed again. "You know why I cannot kill them? They are my parents. My very parents, injected this lethal curse into me. They messed me up to the DNA, I'm a half-breed now too. But I'm not a half breed like you are, I'm not human and something else. I am bobcat, and half of a monster. I can't go back to my village, they did this to me, and even if I wanted revenge, the clan is so high up in the mountains that they could attack me before I got there."

I think you are a good person at heart… you wouldn’t of helped me if you weren’t… if you ever wish to feel happiness and have some one care for you every waking moment… some one who wants to protect you and fight your demons next to you… I live just over that mountain in a valley. My house is in the middle of the open fields. The past is yours, but if you’ll share… I’ll make your future a good one.”

"You say I was a good person," Kisa lifted her head and looked back to the stream. "You're the good person. You're the one who's wounded and you're trying to fix someone who's far more wounded that you are at this current time.You're the noble one."

A pulsation went up her left hand up to her elbow and the veins inside of her started to contort and turn black. She cried out in pain as that entire arm started to change shape, wipping about like the limb had a life of its own. It had three long talons now, and black fur and feathers. She stood quickly and Kisa tried desperately to hold back this cursed hand. "You want to know why I can't trust anyone? Because I kill even those who didn't oppose me! This thing...it kills everyone! I've killed children and have had no way to stop myself! You know why I hate? Because I have to be alone!" Kisa picked up her sword with her right paw and smashed it into her left hand. The limb hissed, like it were its own demon, and blood tainted with black goo started to pour from her hand.

Kisa leaned back against the tree until she was slumped down against it. Whether she'd admit or not, there were tears lining her chocolate eyes as she held her cursed limb. It slowly morphed back into her hand, and at first there was a giant hole in it from the blade. Within seconds though, the hole disappeared and her skin closed over it, the insigna returning to its proper place. No matter how many times she tried to remove the curse, it always, always, came back. How could you let go of something that was taking over your entire body, your entire life, existence?

Kisa picked through her back and threw a vile to him. "It's the last one, for your wounds. Go ahead and leave. Everyone does, everyone has every right to. I'm sorry, for 'Half-breed' I have to remember that everyone hates the word." Kisa was panting, beads of sweat dripped from her face as her body went into a post-shock. This always happened, her body would still be in pain and have to compensate for the blood loss she brought to herself.

"I've tried everything...." she whispered softly, "Holy water, priests, mikos, witch doctors, other bob cat tribes, other demons, humans even. I even cut off my entire arm, hoping it would stop this curse. It just grew back, and the curse got stronger. I will never be able to let go of the past, not as it consumes my flesh each day. I still see their malicious faces, my own mother and father. I didn't do anything wrong, I don't understand it....I never will. I was left all alone. I have been for years now. I hate it, I hate it more than anything. But everytime I approach someone, and blood is around, this hand activates, and tries to kill that being. You better go, before it starts again. I'm sorry, for telling you my pathetic sob-story, the little kitty who couldn't get over herself or the past. Yeah....I'm sorry."

Kisa closed her eyes, her chest still heaving in pain, "I never did learn your name, benevolent dragon." She knew his back was to her. Maybe he hadn't seen everything she had just done to herself. Maybe he wouldn't even turn back, or answer her question. It didn't matter. The only thing she wanted was either death or freedom, or maybe they were both of the same thing?

[warrick]

“I still see their malicious faces, my own mother and father. I didn't do anything wrong, I don't understand it....I never will.”

So they share the same people they hate. Warrick hated his parents for making him feel like they had. For making the only person he truly loved call him a monster. But Warrick didn’t care about his past now; all he wanted was to remove the curse from her hand. No being, especially her should be forced to live with it. She didn’t know, but now he was determined; he wouldn’t sleep a night without worry for her. He wouldn’t be at peace until the curse be removed.

“You better go, before it starts again.”

He smiled at her. Leave. No, he wasn’t going any where now. He didn’t fear getting hurt, or worry about her killing him. He was stronger than she thought. When he fully healed she’d see that he wasn’t the weak hurt one. Even if harm could or would come to him, he didn’t care. A physical wound was better than the wound she had in her heart. Sitting down next to her, but back a little bit so she couldn’t see him yet, he let her finish talking. He intended to show her that he wouldn’t leave, and that there was no way of getting rid of him now.

"I never did learn your name, benevolent dragon."

As she finished talking Warrick reached for her and pulled her between his legs, her back to his stomach. He wrapped his arms around her, rested his head on her shoulder, and then his wings closed over them both. He knew she might try to resist his hold but he held her tight and wouldn’t let go just yet. His wound didn't need much more time to heal, because of Poe being a good person with medicine, he had always kept them as healthy as an ox. In no time the wound would be sealed due to the vitamins and the other nasty tasting things he made Warrick take that made his demon blood jump to heal his wounds. He had no idea where Poe got the medicines, but it was from the dragon people he guessed. He had once looked for the medicine while Poe slept but he couldn’t find them any where else. With his wound healing quickly he could hold her tight without pain and not fear the blood driving her hand.

“I won’t be leaving any time soon, I care too much now. Now I know what troubles you and together I wish to try to help you. I won’t sleep at night until I do. I know I’ll be at risk of your hand, but it is a risk I’m not afraid of and well capable of handling. I don’t care if I suffer wounds, physical wounds are better than the wound I would have if I left you alone. I suggest to that you don’t try to sway me away, for it will only make me more determined to help you.” He let his grip off her a bit, so if she wanted to move she could. “Holy water, priests, mikos, witch doctors, other bob cat tribes, other demons, humans… well we have some where to pick up from then. I know some one who might no a few other tricks. He’s a goof beyond belief, but he’s saved my life once or twice, and if he couldn’t, he knew where to send me.” Speaking of Poe like this was normally the only praise he ever got, but Poe couldn’t complain. “You just have to know how to deal with him.” Warrick chuckled. “You’ll be able to do that fine.” Warrick knew she’d be fine to handle Poe, she’d just need patience for his goof side. "His name is Poe, my other side. I am Warrick."

[Kisa Ren'ai]

Her eyes widened, no one had held her like this before. Not even mom and dad, no, not even them. His wings encased her and his body; her first reaction was to get out. Kisa was now stuck, and the only way out was through his flesh. This curse would hurt him, she didn't want to hurt him. No, she felt nothing of evil towards this creature. Kisa squirmed and her paws reached to part his wings, but he kept her there.

I won’t be leaving any time soon, I care too much now. Now I know what troubles you and together I wish to try to help you. I won’t sleep at night until I do. I know I’ll be at risk of your hand, but it is a risk I’m not afraid of and well capable of handling. I don’t care if I suffer wounds, physical wounds are better than the wound I would have if I left you alone. I suggest to that you don’t try to sway me away, for it will only make me more determined to help you.”

Kisa shook her head and finally gave up. She rested against him and drooped her head, her tears sliding down her face as she started to tremble. "You are a fool, you know that?" she whimpered half-heartedly. "You're going to try and save a menace like me? Even if you're strong, and even if you're brave, you're being a fool. A cursed kitten like me, I'm not worth saving. Never will be. Don't be stubborn, please don't be."

Holy water, priests, mikos, witch doctors, other bob cat tribes, other demons, humans… well we have some where to pick up from then. I know some one who might no a few other tricks. He’s a goof beyond belief, but he’s saved my life once or twice, and if he couldn’t, he knew where to send me. You just have to know how to deal with him. You’ll be able to do that fine. His name is Poe, my other side. I am Warrick."


Kisa opened her eyes and stared down at her hand. She wanted this curse to be gone more than anything. Actually no, she wanted to avenge those she had so ruthlessly murdered more than anything. But the dead were dead, and she could do nothing for them now. Kisa had buried their bodies and gave them their ceremonies. Now she praid the spirits were kind to them. Poe and Warrick, the duo who were going to try and save her.

Kisa looked at the wings that encased the two of them, ahead of her, so not to look back at the man who was going to attempt to save her. The last one that did, she had fallen in love with, and had killed him while he slumpered. He hadn't uttered a sound when her hand crushed his heart, but had touched the side of her face. Affection, touches, it was all too much for her to bear with. Everything had a pain attached to it. With her ears so close she could hear his heartbeat, a stead rapta rapta, what did hers sound like? Probably aching, probably slow, probably wishing it would stop.

"Warrick....I'm not worth this trouble, I never was." Kisa reached out and touched his wing with her right hand. The texture was new, she'd never been this close to any sort of dragon. Her soft little claws rubbed against it, stroking it, experimenting. She really was the weak one, wasn't she? Despite her training, despite the many things she conquered, she could not conquer herself.

"My name....is Kisa.....Kisa Ren'ai," she tilted her head down and closed her eyes again. No one had known her name since she had left that village. Everyone was a stranger or a victim to her. Actually no, he had known her name. He was the last one, that was...centuries ago. Kisa sighed, her whole body rumbling as she heaved, "Please, what possible potential could you see, in something this cursed? I've been this way for centuries, and no one has stayed....alive...long enough to know me. Give me my sword, my jacket, I'll be on my way. You're kind, for wanting to help, but I can't...I can't have someone else die for this hopeless cause. I don't want to meet another martyr."

[warrick]

"Please, what possible potential could you see, in something this cursed? I've been this way for centuries, and no one has stayed....alive...long enough to know me. Give me my sword, my jacket; I'll be on my way. You're kind, for wanting to help, but I can't...I can't have someone else die for this hopeless cause. I don't want to meet another martyr."

Warrick sighed. She should stop trying to tell him that she’ll hurt him. It only drove him to prove wrong, and wish to pursue his goal. He was stubborn and hell spent on helping her. He didn’t care if he had to follow her to the end of the world, he would do everything in his power to help her. He didn’t care if he would be harmed, and that was his choice. She couldn’t change his mind. He knew it was possible, but unlike any other being he knew of the curse and would always be weary of it. Warrick didn't fear pain, he was an assassin, and got hurt plenty to be able to deal with the pain. Yes, he didn't like killing, but he only killed those who earned their death. Yet being an assassin made him no most trade of fighting, protection, and being prepare. It would take her quite awhile to break him down enough to kill him. He wouldn't let that time come though because he intended to cure her first.

“Well Kisa… for one, I see a being who needs help and a companion. I see some one I care about and some one I’ve already decided that I’m going to help. So I’ll grab you jacket and sword and then we are off… together. And you better get used to me, cause I’m not leaving or dieing for at lest another 100 some years.”

Warrick kissed the side of her neck softly leaving a tingling sensation to run through her, and then rose from her lifting her with him as her stood. Being taller than her, see was lifted in the air along with him. Jumping a little bit into air his wings let open and lifted them; his arms held her tight. Flapping once or twice he glided over to her belongings quickly. He stood there as he let her go from his grip so she could gather her things. He never let his eyes off her, just in case she was still intent on running form him to protect him.

“Once you’ve got your things and have them fastened to you, we should head up stream a bit to gather my things. Then I shall have my objects and we can start out for a cure to your curse.”

He smiled at her while closing his eyes. He extended his hand then for her to grab so he could take them into flight again in search of his belongings he lost up stream.


o.o.c.- Sorry for pathetic shortness.... I am ashamed

[Kisa Ren'ai]

“Well Kisa… for one, I see a being who needs help and a companion. I see some one I care about and some one I’ve already decided that I’m going to help. So I’ll grab you jacket and sword and then we are off… together. And you better get used to me, cause I’m not leaving or dieing for at lest another 100 some years.”


Kisa still truggled in his arms as she clamped her eyes shut again. "You don't even know me! You don't! You know my name and my curse! You know nothing of what I've done in the past years, the countless I've murdered, the thousands of things I've done. How can you care for me when I'm nothing more than your savior! How can you trust me and think I haven't lied?" Kisa tried to push his arms away from her body and despite her agility she was helpless in theis overbearing Warrick's arms.

When she felt his lips at her neck she shuddered. It was arousing, but at the same time it kept resurfacing the pains she had tried desperately to put away. Kisa wanted to hit him. He didn't know the pain he was bringing her. His caring tone, his persistence to help her, he was acting just like her former companion had. Kisa sank her head and sighed, "Kuze...." Kisa didn't care anymore, his face was all she saw in her eyes, and she'd fallen apart like a doll. He carried her off the ground to her belongings, and then slowly let her go.

Kisa fell to her knees and her hands, causing a cloud of dust to stir up. She opened her eyes and watched more tears fall again. She looked at the sword that was beside her, coated in her blood. The sight hurt her eyes, and her jacket, it seemed so old now. Slowly, her tired hands picked up the jacket and put it on. It was the jacket he bought her. Kisa stood up slowly, and sheithed her sword. Kisa turned back to him and for the first time he could see the truth in her eyes.

Kisa was a tired and sad creature. She'd murdered innocent, helpless, monsters, humans, demons, and most importantly she had killed her lover. She had killed her heart, and lost her soul. Kisa looked at his hand, weary, and wondered if she'd regret this. She took his hand limply, lost all the valor, vigor, and anger she had before. "Lets just go...and you better not lie...when you say you'll live for hundreds of years."

[[short too, sorry]]

[warrick]

"You don't even know me! You don't! You know my name and my curse! You know nothing of what I've done in the past years, the countless I've murdered, the thousands of things I've done. How can you care for me when I'm nothing more than your savior! How can you trust me and think I haven't lied?"

Warrick saw the pain in her eyes and couldn’t help but want to hurt himself. He knew that he must be dragging up old memories and past loves. He saw in her eyes truth that made him sad, he saw endless death and murder. He didn’t care if that she had done that stuff in the past, for now was the chance to change her life. What you did in your past is not what defines you; it’s what you chose to do now. It’s what you decided to make your life become. We all have the power to change, we all have to power to say no, but not all of us believe that. Not all of us actually do say no; they feel that because of who they are or who they have been they can’t go back. Even though that isn’t the truth; you can always say no.

“I can care because I know what it is like to be alone and have no one that understands. To have no one that wants to share time with you. To have no one that cares. Knowing that pain makes you want to not put others through it. Being alone is a pain I have that I do hate.” Having her hand in his he placed that hand around his neck, along with her other hand he then grabbed, and swiftly and effortlessly he reached down and lifted her into his arms bridal style. “And I don’t think your lying because it hurts too much to think you’ve been lying.” He looked down at her again and smiled. Then quickly he lifted his head and jumped up into the sky. Holding her tight he flew over the shore line looking for his objects. He spotted them not to far off, landing softly by them he set her down. Looking around her noticed most his possessions were ruined or in need of repair. One thing though caught his eye. His pack that held all his things when Poe woke up was ripped; all his belongs lay scattered. Across the grass lay his assassin attire, his two double sided swords, his belt of knives, arrows, and his bow.

Seeing his things though he could tell something; some one had been through them. He couldn’t help but get horribly mad; his badge of training was gone. That badge had symbolized his training and what he had devoted his life to. “What the hell! Who…Who took it?” Anger vibes were running through Warrick. He didn’t forget, but Kisa was in the back of his mind. “My badge… the badge of my life a work.” He couldn’t help but in rage slash about in the trees and bushes around him. This badge meant a lot to him. Not because he liked his training, but because it was a possession that showed he was of wroth. “Where did my assassins badge go?” Realizing he had just told her that he was a killer himself, he froze. He didn’t know how she would react. Slowly he turned to face her. Before fully facing her he said something. “I’m not that sort of a killer. I swear.” He was worried she would run from him or call him lying.



o.o.c.- sorry... I had to add another twist... wanted to liven things up...

[Kisa Ren'ai]

He was too kind to her, he was. Kisa wanted to tell him that, but she knew the more she did the more he would try to prove her wrong. He was stubborn, like all men were, regardless of race and blood. When he put her arm around his neck another memory flashed before her eyes. Her small sandy colored ears flattened against her hair. The tears had stopped falling, but she felt like she'd fallen into a pit she had escaped. It was something that always pulled her back in, this curse of hers.

Down below she noticed his belongings, spread out like thorough search. Her nose started to twitch, something didn't smell right. Kisa was taking her time, trying to distinguish who or what had been through Warrick's belongings. But to her surprise, Warrick seemed much more upset than expected.

Where did my assassins badge go?” Realizing he had just told her that he was a killer himself, he froze. He didn’t know how she would react. Slowly he turned to face her. Before fully facing her he said something. “I’m not that sort of a killer. I swear.” He was worried she would run from him or call him lying.


Kisa looked at him and blinked. Now that she was down on the ground he couldn't keep her from running away. Assassins badge, he'd been trained to be an assassin. Was it by force, why did he wear it like it was pride? There was no pride in killing others, there wasn't. It didn't prove you were the best, it proved your hunger for blood and you couldn't control that. He seemed worried that she'd judge him, and to be quite honest she already was.

Assassin badge, it echoed through her mind. A loud beat went off in her head, whether it was the sound of her heart cracking or the doors to her memories unlocking she didn't know. A hiss echoed through her lips as she held her head. Surpressed memories, memories locked away because her conscious mind couldn't handle it. Fire, fire, fire, a village being burnt to the ground, and a black monster in the middle of it. Wings of black, dripping sort of black, and eyes of red. Was that her? Was that her? She knew she'd killed, as Kisa Ren'ai, she had killed. But the beast, it was the first time she remembered it.

Suddenly it all disappeared, and she was back in front of Warrick again. Warrick and his sad eyes, she turned from him, and began to look over his things. She picked up a sword and brought it to her face, taking a wiff of it, trying to smell who was here. Instead, she smelt layers of blood, some so old she could barely distinguish. It was layer upon layer of death. Kisa couldn't figure it out, but she wasn't in the right state of mind.

"I don't care...." is what she finally told Warrick, as she continued to search for what had taken his 'assassin's badge'. She was unraveling, Warrick was unconsciously unlocking everything her mind had put away. Kuze, the beast, the pains, she was already miserable, this might just kill her.

[warrick]

Looking over at Kisa Warrick couldn’t help but notice she was in more pain then she had been in when she had met him. The cocky attitude Warrick was annoyed with but liked was gone. Warrick was unsure if he reminded her of something or he had actually caused her these pains. It killed him to see her like this. Maybe if he hadn’t persisted on his wants to stay with her and end his loneliness she wouldn’t be in such pain. Warrick’s mind accepted that as the reason. He hated himself now. He wished for her end of suffering and for his to begin. He didn’t deserve to live if her did this to her. Unable to help himself he ripped at his bandage, pulling it off and opening his wound a bit. He didn’t even feel it though; if he had he would have welcomed the pain. It was what he deserved. Bending down then he collected his belongings. First he grabbed his change of cloths and walked off into the bushes to change.

When he walked back he was dressed in the black stretch material that covered all his body except his hands feet and head. Dropping his torn cloths in a pile near his scattered belongs, he grabbed his black gloves and black boots; putting both on. Finishing his costume change he downed a long dark cloak. Now to his weapons, he gathered many knives and placed them carefully into his boots and other places on him where he hid them. Then to his bow and quiver, which needed his poison tipped arrows put back in, on his back. Both these items held down his wings under the cloak. Lastly he replaces the fighting daggers in his belt. There was one more item her needed to replace, but it was in the hands of Kisa at the moment. Grabbing the pack he carried his other belongings in, he shoved the rest of his belongings in along with his torn clothing. Standing up finally and throwing the pack on, he looked over at Kisa. His heart felt broken seeing her sad face and worse the feeling in her eyes.

Warrick closed his eyes hard trying to fight the pain from what he was going to do. Opening his eyes once more and looking deep in her eyes, seeing all the pain he though he was causing. Quickly he turned away from her. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for making you remember your pain. I’m so sorry. I know you’ll probably not forgive me and I don’t want you to, I deserve that for what I made you feel. I hate myself and I wish to leave you.” He paused to stop the shaking in his voice. “I wish to leave you so as to not hurt you any more. I’d rather sit alone in pain with your memory then keep torturing you.” Waiting a moment to get over the shattering pain inside; then lifting his right foot to start his slow walk away. She had no idea how bad this killed him and how much he wish he could just stay with her and erase her pain. But he only gave her more pain so he had to leave.


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[Kisa Ren'ai]

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for making you remember your pain. I’m so sorry. I know you’ll probably not forgive me and I don’t want you to, I deserve that for what I made you feel. I hate myself and I wish to leave you.” He paused to stop the shaking in his voice. “I wish to leave you so as to not hurt you any more. I’d rather sit alone in pain with your memory then keep torturing you.” Waiting a moment to get over the shattering pain inside; then lifting his right foot to start his slow walk away. She had no idea how bad this killed him and how much he wish he could just stay with her and erase her pain. But he only gave her more pain so he had to leave.

"Hey!" Kisa called out to him, bold and defiant. He hadn't taken his sword back, and with one giant step, she hurdled the sword at him. "You don't leave a weapon behind like that stupid, if you did, then anyone could use it. You should take pride in your blade. Besides, you need to find your badge!"

There were small tears in her eyes, but Kisa had decided something. Her pain hurt this much because she had made it out to be this way. "This was and is the path I chose to take. I am a cursed beast, who locked her past away in hopes of keeping that pain away. If I can't beat my own past I'm not much of a fighter. I'm going to be the best, and beat this damn curse, you hear me Warrick!"

"So no pitying me, no sad eyes, we're not hopeless little kitties, we're warriors!" As she stared at his back, his figure would flash to that of Kuze, or someone else who left her behind. Warrick was an enemy, a being who brought pain and harm to her. But this was one enmy she could not kill. "They say keep your friends close, but keep enemies closer. I'm keeping you with me, because you'll make me stronger."

Her hands found their way to her hips, as she watched his back with a coy little smirk. "I'm surprised, my image is that important to hold in your memory? Little old me? I'm flattered, a broken kitty worthy of Warrick's memory? Am I that pitiful? Or merely adorable?"

Kisa jumped into the air and landed in front of him, staring up at him with a smirk. Her nose twitched, he was bleeding again. The idiot, if he kept this up he'd never heal. Kisa ran her hand against his chest, and with the claw on her index finger cut a small slit where the wound was. Her hand was stained with his warm blood, and she leaned down and lapped at his wound. This was her sign, her commitment to him.

Kisa's reasons for staying with Warrick were different for his. He wanted to cure her, she wanted to use him to become stronger. She wanted to be a stronger demon, mentally. If she could conquer her past, maybe then she'd be able to accept her curse, death, and betrayal a little bit more easily. Her tail swished side to side, while her left arm rested on her knee, and her right on his chest. "Trust me; you can stir up my memories, rebreak my heart, but I'll just break you harder."

[warrick]

"Trust me; you can stir up my memories, rebreak my heart, but I'll just break you harder."

Warrick looked down at her. She yet again started to lap his wounds. Didn’t she realize what she did when she licked his skin like that? She mustn’t or she wouldn’t be doing it. He on his own would heal, in time, yet she kept at trying to heal it herself, by licking his wounds. Not only did it heal his skin but it also perked sensation; Sensation that traveled to his lower region and his brain. The sensation that pulsed down to his low region wasn’t enough to be noticeable, but it was there. The fact in his brain was lust; lust for her body. He didn’t let his physical wants take over though, but he would make her realize what she was doing by that.

“Yes, I heard you. Take this path then. Keep me with you like you would hold on to your enemies if you wish, but like said we are warriors. And I shall treat you as one, as by your wish.” Warrick got close to her and ran his fingers down the exposed skin of her forearms. Once down toward her wrist he trailed his fingers back up her arm, then to her chin. With little effort he lifted her chin so she would be looking him right in his eyes. He could see determination and fire replacing the pain that had taken her before. Warrick smirked. “And as warriors we shall hold our goal with utmost importance.” With the softest touch, pricking the endings of nerve sensation, he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “With it being of utmost importance, we should get something out in the air so it is not in the way and slows down are search for our goal.” Warrick’s face had slowly came closer and closer to her face as he had spoken. His lips now were so close the slightest movement would make their lips meet. He was so close he could hear the softness of her breathing, smell the sweat smell of her skin, and almost taste her skin. “Something that could intervene at a time of most importance.” Warrick closed his eyes, making it look as if he would kiss her, but he was just taking in her smell the most he could. The smell of her was tantalizing and luring. He wanted to touch, but he didn’t. Opening his eyes, he pulled away from her. “If you keep touching me and licking my wounds, even if it is to help me, you will perk yearning that will want to be fulfilled. If you want to keep our relation as minimal and as strict as just warriors, then I’d advise you know that before you touch me again.”

Grabbing his sword which she had thrown at him not to long ago, him looked at it up and down. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it, but memories always made him pause as he looked at it. Images of past jobs came to him. He saw pervert after pervert, murderer after murderer and pedophile after pedophile that he had killed. Never had he took an innocent life on purpose, even though some had been lost, he only took those that had deserved to feel death’s cold embrace. Closing his eyes again he slid his sword into his belt. It’s not that he had forgotten his sword; it was that he could careless for a sword he could replace. He had many he had used through his years; nevertheless though he didn’t care about keeping this one.

Warrick looked back at Kisa for a moment, then back in the direction of his home. He wished to travel there first to rest for a bit before starting on his new quest of searching for a cure for her. All good warriors knew when to rest and when to fight. Now in a state of need for repair to his side, replenishment of his supplies, and time to plan out their path to go on first it would be best to go there. Not wanting to just walk off and leave Kisa wondering where and why he was going he spoke up. “I think it would be best if we traveled first to my home. We could get good rest there and replenish energy lost while also replenishing supplies and figuring out a plan for where to start our search.” Now facing Kisa again his hands rested on his hips as he waited for her reply.

[Kisa Ren'ai]

As his hands ran up and down her arms, Kisa's first reaction was to pause. Mid-lick of his wound, she watched his arms stroke hers from the corners of her eyes. Her chin was jerked upward. Her first impulse was to pull away, she hated it when anyone tried to handle her like she were a mere pet. But she decided that Warrick hadn't meant to insult her that way, so she waited. Earlier he had kissed her neck, now he was stroking her. What did he want? Did he really want to help her, or was he merely a lust-filled creature?

Yes, I heard you. Take this path then. Keep me with you like you would hold on to your enemies if you wish, but like said we are warriors. And I shall treat you as one, as by your wish. And as warriors we shall hold our goal with utmost importance. With it being of utmost importance, we should get something out in the air so it is not in the way and slows down are search for our goal. [/color][/size]

What the hell was he hinting on? Kisa just stared at him, with a usual stolid facial expression. A frown had etched its way onto her face. She wasn't confused per say, but rather, intrigued. What had him acting so weird? Polite Warrick was touching her. Her impulses and instincts said to hit his hand away, or bite him, but she was trying to keep calm. Kisa titled her head slightly, somewhere in his voice she could hear the faintest hints of Kuze's.

Something that could intervene at a time of most importance. If you keep touching me and licking my wounds, even if it is to help me, you will perk yearning that will want to be fulfilled. If you want to keep our relation as minimal and as strict as just warriors, then I’d advise you know that before you touch me again.”[/color][/size]


He lectured her like she was a bad kitty. Inwardly, she rolled her eyes. The only reason she helped him was because he had asked her. Warrick was the one dying on the riverbank who begged to be saved before he passed out. Strange guy. His face was literally millimeters apart from hers, but she made no movements. Her ears twitched, because she was listening, but that was all. Then Warrick pulled away. He was looking at his sword.

Kisa could tell, that sword brought back memories. All weapons do, they remind their master's of the sins they had committed, and the vengeance they had brought to others. Kisa waited patiently, until he told her that he wanted to return to his home to restock. Their mission, somewhere inside of her it pained her. They were going to fail, she always did. Kisa shrugged her shoulders and cracked her neck. "Rest would probably be a smart thing, for the guy that got attack and washed downstream. I'd like to meet Poe too, I'm sure he'll be a barrel of laughs."

Kisa crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What about your precious badge? Don't you want to look for it? I've been searching for a cure for this curse for years now, I'm sure an extra hour of delay isn't that bad of a thing." Kisa jumped up into a tree, the air currents were better up here. She sniffed the wind and looked around, trying to find something that would help them out. She looked down at him, "By the way, I was only taking care of you because Poe asked it of me. I did it to save you, don't think anything else of it!"

Kisa jumped to the next tree and looked around. Her hand was starting to hurt again. That was why she wanted his bleeding to stop. If his bleeding didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to keep her monster at bay. If that happened, she could very well kill him, the creatures of the forest, and herself. Kisa was far too stubborn, to die in such a pathetic way. "Make that blood stop soon...." she mumbled under her breath, shoving her hand into her pocket. Her fingers playing with a vile, worst came to worst, she'd have to drink this. This is emergency stuff, it would put her inches before death, and the monster wouldn't operate until she healed up again.

To be completely honest, she didn't care how he treated her. Warrick was already a mystery, anyone who wanted to help her was a mystery. He was the first one in years. She didn't want any special treatement, that was why she said she'd like to be treated like a warrior. She didn't need pampering, or sympathy, she was just Kisa. Kisa, the cursed bobcat demon, fighter, and murderer. Trust me, it wasn't anything worth glory and affection. Don't you dare fall in love with me Warrick, if you didn't, I'd never forgive myself. I don't want...to kill you...like I did Kuze She sighed and sat down on the tree, closing her eyes, waiting for his answer. Inside her emotions were rumbling, the memories and thoughts wizzing about too fast and were trying to bite at her. "So, what do you want to do? Search for your badge, or go rest?"

[warrick]

Warrick hadn’t forgotten about his badge, but he did feel the need to bother with it. It was an object from his past that told him who he was, but it was him. It wasn’t worth any thing. It was just a badge that showed who he was and it was worthless because he didn’t intend on showing many if any one. It didn’t matter if he had it or not. If he found it one day he would hold on to it again, but he would live with out it for now. His previous anger was more from the searching of his belongings. He hated when people intruded his space; his belongings where his and his alone. That was his view on his life to sadly. He did yarn to fill his loneliness with something or some one, but something always stopped him. He knew he was meant to be alone, since he was a child he knew that. Suddenly flash back ran through his head. He didn’t want to remember, he didn’t want the pain, but he couldn’t stop the flash backs. He shook his head trying to free his mind, but it didn’t work. In an effort to rid the pain in his head, he sent himself into the dark hollows of his mind; into the darkest confines. Everything in Warrick’s mind and memory were lost now to the darkness.

Blinking a few times to readjust to his surroundings, Poe stood still. He had sensed Warrick’s pain and knew his time in their body was up, and that it was time for him to rise from the darkness he had been in. Warrick might be the fighter and the one to endure the pain in both their lives, but Poe was the one with the carefree attitude making his time on this earth fun and enjoyable. With the personality change can a different aura. If Kisa had been looking at his body during the change she might have seen, for the briefest moment during the switch, the 10 year old Poe was at heart. The little boy he had been before his innocence had been lost to him. Now though he had taken on Warrick’s body he looked all the same, just different sense around him.

“Well that’s odd.” Poe laughed, “Almost thought I would wake up with a giant hole in my side. Looks like Warrick can handle himself.” Poe couldn’t help laughing a little too hard that when he got over his laughing he was startled by the woman he found behind him. He instantly stops moving while looking at the woman. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to talk to her or not, she seemed different from any woman he had seen. Not at all in a mean way though; she was undoubtedly beautiful.

“Hello. I’m Poe, who might you be?” A look of pure curiosity was on his face. Then like lightening he got something in his memory. “Umm… I have a feeling I’m supposed to go to mine and Warrick home and for some reason…” He tossed his head to the side making his hair fall mostly to that one side. His eyes deep grey for Warrick, but Poe’s light crystal grey. His eyes where more alight and capturing when he stared into another persons. His head tilted to the side, making some light from the sun hit his eyes to make them sparkle. All together he looked totally playful and his aura made him seem like a bright light of hope; a hope of a cure. He smiled. “… I for some reason also recall that you where coming with me?” Warrick’s memory finally came to him. Normally it might take up to a day or as less as a minute. No matter he had them now. “Oh, Kisa… right…” Now remembering her name and curse he wanted to see. He had never seen such a curse and he wanted a look see if he intended to help her. “Umm… Warrick wanted me to help you with some thing… right?” He wasn’t so sure about asking to see her hand, not because of being shy but because she looked like she could be pretty mean to him if he was to goof about something and he most likely would. “If… if that is right… might I see your hand before we leave?” his pauses didn’t hold any fear or shyness, but seemed like normal pauses where he collected his thoughts.

[warrick]

o.o.c.- the jump to different thread should happen soon...

[Kisa Ren'ai]

Although Kisa hadn't seen it, she had sensed it. There was a change in Warrick; it was as if a great weight had been relieved from the man, and instead was replaced with youth. It seemed like, he had innocence again. There was a sparkle in Warrick's eyes, it made her soften and smile. Well that’s odd.” Poe laughed, “Almost thought I would wake up with a giant hole in my side. Looks like Warrick can handle himself.”

Instantly, she knew this was Poe. Poe had been the original one to ask for her help, just a few feet back in the river. The boy who had lost consciousness. Slowly Kisa was starting to understand, that this was the second side that fought for dominance with the other. This side, Poe, was much more easy going. His laugh made Kisa's ears twitch, when was the last time she had heard a laugh. Slowly she sat down on the branch she had been standing on, watching the boy with fascination. Poe had an aura, a calming one, that made everything seem a little less heavy in the sense of burdens. His laughter made her smirk, small, but at least evident on her face. The left hand was still hurting, his wound hadn't stopped, and it was starting to twitch.

"Not now..." she cursed under her breath, watching Poe until he stopped laughing. Then he saw her, finally. His eyes sparkled, like he was afraid. His apperance reminded her of a love-struck demon, but she didn't annoucne that aloud. For one, she did not want to be what he fawned over, and two, she couldn't be too mean on the first encounter.

Slowly, he started piecing together verbally who she was. Yes, Poe, and yes, Warrick wanted her to go with him. Yes, he wanted to find a cure, they wanted to go home. Her ears drooped slightly when he asked to see her curse. It was activating because of him, if she came closer, she might harm him. Poe seemed so innocent, she didn't want to harm him. Still, she jumped down from her tree and landed a few feet in front of him. Her left hand was still in her pocket, squeezing the vial that would protect her.

"Yes, my name is Kisa. Kisa Ren'ai. I am the one who you begged to save you in the river a little while ago. I see that the two of you do not immediately share the memories." She approached him slowly, her sword scraping against her pants as she walked. "You are almost like alter egos of the same entity. But, I don't think it's as simple as that. It's like, you're innocence, something we've all lost in our times."

Kisa stopped so she was only a mere foot or so apart from him, her shoulder sagged as she sighed. "I'm going to show you my hand, but I'm warning you, the curse is starting up again. I told Warrick that if you don't stop bleeding its going to start again." She figured they shared the same memories, or at least were 'caught up', "That's why I kept licking your wound, to speed up that process."

Her hand slowly slipped from her pocket and she looked at him, seriousness glazing her eyes. "It'll be worse, because it's the second time for it to happen today. If I can't control it, there's something I can use to stop it. You need to be warned of that now, the consequences of using this device are extreme. I'm telling you this not to scare you, but prepare you. I've done it before, you won't have to worry about me or anything, I'm just saying. It is the less of two evils...."

She held out her hand for him; the red insignia on her hand was starting to glow black. Her veins down to her wrist had already started to turn black and pulsate lightly, like a visible heartbeat. "Warrick wants to find my cure, he thinks you can help too. I've already searched for decades, so I won't hold it against you if you can't." Kisa searched his eyes and sighed, he was too kind, a visible kindness, it beamed from his beating soul. "Your eyes are beautiful, they tell me about your benevolent soul."


[[Okay, just tell me when you make the jump, yeah?]]

[warrick]

"Warrick wants to find my cure; he thinks you can help too. I've already searched for decades, so I won't hold it against you if you can’t. Your eyes are beautiful; they tell me about your benevolent soul."

Poe had been studying the hand when she started to speak. He heard what she had been saying, but he didn’t reply at first. He was paused in looking at her hand. When it had gone form a red symbol to black Poe knew trouble was going to come of this. The many curses he had seen while at the heeling center up in the mountains he had noted that red curses were the sign of a horrible curse if activated; black was worse. Black meant that that the curse was alive and would do its worse soon. Not for the reason that Poe was a scardie cat; which he indeed was; but the fact that he couldn’t be dead to help her he now started to speak.

“Well Kisa, I’m thankful for you saving us, but there is something I’m going to ask. I know Warrick is getting close to you, but I’m not the one to get attached to any one. I’m the one night stand sort of guy. Sorry; and for that reason I would prefer if you didn’t try to get to into our head about our alter egos. It is something I would like to discuss with only the one that would stay with us. I have the feeling from Warrick’s memory you wish not to get involved with us in that manor.” Poe shrugged his shoulders as he smiled. “Sorry, it’s not meant to offend or anything, just something meant to be share with some one special to us both.” Poe looked down at her hand and realized he better hurry up with the chit chat. “For your knowledge so none of us get hurt in a misunderstanding; I tend to make an appearance in day time; they are my hours because I like to live my life to the best and that means out in the sun having a good time. Also, during times of fun, open situations where there is no point of Warrick being here, and social moments. I tend to be more fitting for social situations. Warrick, his specialty is times of seriousness, night, fighting, and pain. I don’t do painful memories, not at all. They are Warrick’s burden not mine.” Poe knew she’d now understand he was the weasel out of the two.

Poe slowly started to step away from her while never letting his eyes of her cursed hand. It was something he didn’t want to get caught in at the moment. He wanted to help her but he couldn’t have her killing him at the moment, but he also didn’t want her to use the vial of that liquid before he could study what was in it. If the liquid was strong enough to make her curse go on hold, but put her close to death then it was very strong and it was doing something right. “I’m not running from you, but I can’t help you if I’m dead, and I can’t have you use that vial yet. I need it for further study,“ Now a good distance into the trees, “So I propose that we split up and meet at my home. That way I’ll have time to heal my wound and stop all blood shed and prevent you from using that vial.”

Poe did feel bad for leaving her at the moment, but he would meet up with her at his home in a few days. “I’m sorry and I don’t mean to leave you like this, but it seems like the safest way at the moment.” Poe looked over his shoulder to the mountains. He lived in the valley of those mountains. “The mountains back there… I live in their Valley. The Pianure Del Vento; my home is off to the side of a stream that runs through it. From the mountains you should be able to see the vast amounts of plant growth around my home. The growth is not that of the grasses, but of wild flowers.” Turning all the way from her he looked over his shoulder once making sure his eyes connected with hers. He wanted to make sure she saw his promise. “I promise to be there when you arrive and I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help you.” He smiled then with lightening speed disappeared off into the forest, his feet barely touching the ground as he made his way home. He knew he’d arrive first because the way to his home was known by heart and he knew all the secrets along the way.

I’ll be there when she gets to our home, not Warrick. He’s getting to close to this one.


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[Kisa Ren'ai]

is something I would like to discuss with only the one that would stay with us. I have the feeling from Warrick’s memory you wish not to get involved with us in that manor.”


Don't get involved in understanding his two halves if she wasn't going to get involved with him. That was a rather peculiar request. But they didn't know what she had gone through, of course she wouldn't want to get involved with Warrick like that. If Kisa was meant to trust them she'd be their friend, but it was an odd request. She did[/i] take it in offense, but she didn't voice that allowed. Instead, she listened to him ramble, as the pain in her increased with each passing second. If he was a one stand sort of guy, how could he EVER discuss what was going on with him and his alter ego. Seriously, wasn't that a rather hypocritical statement. Didn't that set Poe up to, forever be alone.

Poe by day, Warrick by night. Oh that was original. Poe seemed a little loser, and more of a coward. Warrick was serious, and careful, caring if she would be bold enough to say it. Coward. He was walking away, to protect his own life. Yes, this is what usually happened to people when they got close enough. He was giving her orders, about the vile. She rolled her eyes. Kisa would use the damn vile if she had to, she was NOT going to destroy another village and have that on her conscience.

I promise to be there when you arrive and I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help you.”

When he was gone Kisa let out her frustration by smashing her cursed hand into the trunk of a tree. "What the hell does he know! Why is a boy who prefers one night stands promising to help me. I don't understand either of them! What do they want from me? One has feelings, the other is a lose ungrateful coward, one wants to tell secrets to close ones but doesn't do long term relationships. God, what a confusing beast!"

Kisa panted and winced, feeling tears leak from the sides of her eyes. "Even if I did....ever fall in love again....I'd kill him too, wouldn't I, Kuze? I'd kill him in his sleep, like I did you. I watched it all, and that stupid monster, took over me. That vial was the one last thing you left, the poision, and the list of ingredients. Damn them both to hell! They will never be you Kuze, and they'll only end up being hurt. Run all you want coward, you were better off."

Kisa rested her head against the tree and composed herself. Once she did she took off into the trees, disappearing the opposite direction Poe had gone. She needed time to figure something out, and stop the pain.