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Post by Pyris on Nov 15, 2007 1:36:48 GMT -5
"Hn. Zeriah, if you want whatever he doesn't eat, feel free to dig in to your hearts content," Pyris said lightly, taking the entire tray politely from Kai's grasp and setting it on Youko's lap. "You don't have to eat it, I made it in case you wanted to."
<Unacknowledging of the shadow wielder?> Pyris gave the small dragon a slight glare.
I respect him as he has earned it.
<You give him the respect of a stranger.>
He is a stranger.
<You've fought with him in battle, have you not? He is a comrade.>
Then I see him as such, Zeriah.
With a lazy flick of his tail, the small dragon seemed to smirk. <Then why haven't you adressed him directly by his name?> Opposing eyes widened slightly before narrowing dangerously at Zeriah. "You'll hold your tongue, miserable lizard." The dragon refurled himself comfortably, his tail swaying softly from side to side with a satisfied look on his face, but he said nothing more.
"You don't have to stand in the doorway. I think there's a chair over there," Pyris muttered, pointing in a general direction a little further from the door.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Nov 25, 2007 19:40:40 GMT -5
Youko raised an eyebrow at Pyris, having no idea what Zeriah had just said. He didn't worry about it too much, instead looking to the sandwich and orange juice. A grimace crossed his features as he could already practically feel his stomach rejecting everything already.
Ugh...not a pretty thought...
He decided he'd try the orange juice first, sipping at it experimentally.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Nov 25, 2007 19:54:11 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, yeah." Kai's eyes followed the direction she gestured in, and located the chair. He moved from his spot in the doorway to said chair, taking a seat upon it.
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Post by Pyris on Nov 28, 2007 23:58:23 GMT -5
Pyris half-smirked at the painful look on Youko's face before rolling her eyes. "If you don't think you can, don't force yourself to.... You'll just puke everywhere." Her eyes roamed back to the bloody window and she caught herself staring at it. The color seemed to entrance her in some manner, but she couldn't seem to put her finger on it.
<Have you tried to transform back yet?> Without a second thought, she retorted, "No, Youko might need help again," aloud. <Can't you do the same thing whether you're in your alternate form or not?>
Eyes still fixated on the blood in the window she muttered, "It's not as potent as when I'm in this form......" Where's Kratos?
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Post by S-to-the-D on Nov 30, 2007 12:20:13 GMT -5
Oblivious to the trio within the castle, or anything about the castle at all, Kratos was enduring the bitter cold in front of a small fire, a thick, warm handmade blanket draped awkwardly over his angelic frame, veritably the best bowl of steaming soup he had ever had in his lap, warming his hands and his stomach.
He was well aware of the elder's eyes on him as they ate in silence. He knew she had a question, even though he wasn't looking back at her. he also knew that she would ask it as soon as he looked up.
He stared at the flames, indecisive, the silence comforted him, watching the flame and listening to it crackle and pop over the howling winds outside that shook the surprisingly enduring tent walls.
He lifted the spoon to his mouth, and his eyes flickered to her as he sipped the broth.
He was wrong about her asking the question when he looked up. She just looked down at her soup, and stirred it.
He lowered his own spoon.
"Need something?" he asked, prompting her. She looked up, and their eyes met, but only for a second as she dropped her gaze to the fire. He frowned, wondering why she had suddenly taking an aversion to him.
"I...was just wondering why you need food," she asked. "I...never had the chance to ask Tara..."
A low chuckle made her look up. Kratos smiled softly.
"The spirit is eternal, but the body needs sustenance. We derive energy from food, both physical and magical."
"...You find this funny?" she asked hesitantly.
Kratos sipped at more soup. "Your hesitance is amusing. Did you expect it to be offensive to me?"
The elder's eyes flickered away, then returned to Kratos' face. "I...I would have thought you'd find it strange to be asked a question like that. I thought you might have thought a reason obvious..."
"...To another angel, of course. But I know humans have many myths and legends that they seek to find the truth of," Kratos replied.
The elder frowned in thought.
"...You're right," she said quietly. "I gues I didn't think about that..."
Kratos' smile only grew.
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Post by Sesshoumaru on Dec 18, 2007 19:21:06 GMT -5
(*can't stand her own lazy ass and inability to remember the site URL after she accidentally cleared her browse history*
Never mind that this site is kinda...dead anyway...)
Youko raised an eyebrow.
"Pyris, you and Zeriah are going to have to stop having mental conversations in which others can hear only one side," he informed both her and the dragon before turning back to the sandwich. He felt terrible about Pyris having wasted her effort making him food when he probably wouldn't be able to eat it. Just the orange juice had made him feel ill...
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Post by Pyris on Dec 24, 2007 1:47:48 GMT -5
"What?" Pyris questioned, momentarily forgetting that Zeriah thought to her instead of speaking directly, "Oh.... Sorry."
Rolling her eyes both at herself and the sickened look on Youko's face, she took one of the sandwhiches and tore it in half, setting it before Zeriah before taking the other sandwhich and biting off a bit of the end. Looking directly at the small dragon, she grumbled, "Make sure everyone can hear what you say when you decide to start running that mouth of yours."
She stared back to the crimson upon the windowsill. .... I can almost smell it.... Zeriah's icy blue eyes looked her over before stating his thoughts loudly enough for everyone to hear.
<It's the call of your demon half. Your father... he longed for the blood of others. Your demon inherited that same thirst, it would seem.... You should shift.>
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