Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Nov 17, 2007 7:10:01 GMT -8
It was just then that the prophecy the Lustful Prophet beheld at the Dragorea finally began to make some sense...
"I am a Prophet! I cannot die I AM ETERNAL!"
Those were the only words she heard before her vision blurred and returned to the peaceful night forest. Whatever happened next must've been death, because she gave a great heaving cough and hacked blood out all over her robes. Though that might've meant that Freya was sick, or even dying, that wasn't the case. She knew that was the last she was ever going to see of Baphomet. That was the last she was ever going to see of the one she loved...
"Why, Baphomet?" she whispered, the tears already filling her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, and splashing down upon her lap. "Why did you have to go and get yourself killed? You could've at least waited until I got the chance to say I loved you... I loved you, Baphomet, and you had to get yourself killed! Why the hell did you have to die?!"
Hearing his mistress's sorrows turn to Rage, Lucian rolled over onto his other flank. "If you would, mistress, please calm down a bit... I'm trying to slee--"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Freya screeched, leaping to her feet. "ONCE I FINISH MY LAMENTATION, THEN WILL I CALM DOWN!"
"Eh...Okay!" Lucian said quickly, rolling over so he didn't have to look at the rage-filled Freya. "I'll be quiet now..."
Sighing, Freya turned around, her back to her retainer. "If only...if only I could see him again, touch his face, stare into his eyes, kiss him...then would I be happy..."
Lucian's eyes widened and his gut twisted at Freya's words. /What the hell is she thinking?! Baphomet hates her! How the hell does she even think of loving him?!/ After hearing Freya speak that, there was enough silence for him to begin sleeping peacefully, without hearing Freya's rants and raves.
"I'll never see him again..." she whispered to herself, tears streaming down her face. "I'll never get to see him again..."
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Nov 17, 2007 10:10:27 GMT -8
Prophets, children of Lumen, carriers of the seen word, harbingers of the future. The Prophets are a mysterious collection of people. Though they are a collection of the most different sort, they are considered to be part of a strange family. Even as dysfunctional as Bassette's "family" was, the death of a fellow Prophet was never and easy thing to get over. It was like losing a part of you. It was as if the world itself had been tipped over and emptied of all its meaning. While some mourn the death of a loved one, another mourns the death of a lover. Bassette, Camine, and Freya were now part of the worldly emotion known as sorrow. But what could be worse than actually seeing the death of your fellow? All of the Prophets know they can see what will happen in the future, but what about the future of a Prophet? Can they foretell their own demise?
Bassette had seen what had happened. "...GOD DAMMIT, I don't have time for this! Get out of my way before I rip you to shreds, do I make myself clear?! I am a Prophet! I cannot die! I AM ETERNAL!!" Baphomet's dying words brought Bassette out of her sleep with a shrill scream. Azazeal had leaped to his feet quicker than a snake strike, his daggers at the ready. But the assassin that he had been caring for was still there, sleeping fitfully. It was only when Bassette began to sob about Baphomet did Azazeal understand. The sorrow in Bassette ripped at her like a beast's claw. The tears fell with no stop as she cried into her hands. A Prophet was actually dead. One of her own Prophets was gone and she didn't foresee it. Her sobs were rent from her chest in painful spasms.
As she gripped her blankets with her fists, she could just barely make out a scene in her mind. There was a woman crying. A beautiful woman with long, shimmering hair. Bassette knew this woman. Freya...my sister...she's in pain... Bassette opened her eyes and lowered her blankets for a moment. Oh Freya... Bassette looked up at Azazeal's cold eyes. He stared at her for a moment, then nodded. Bassette smiled. Azazeal understood. Bassette then closed her eyes for a moment, then disappeared in a shimmering collection of smoke and sparkles.
When she next materialized, she was a beautiful creature. Bassette's long white legs reflected the moonlight, her mane billowing in the wind. She tested out this form for a moment, pawing at the ground with her obsidian hooves before she threw her muscular next about, her mane shimmering in the night. It was strange, having four legs. But it was even stranger to have legs that actually worked. She examined her sleek form only a moment longer before she glanced over her shoulder, and took off in the direction of her lamenting sister.
It didn't take her long to track her sister and when she did, she slowed to a canter and stopped within twenty or so feet. She didn't need Lucian thinking she was his next meal. As she stood so far away, Bassette let out a soft whinny to alert her sister of her appearance.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Nov 20, 2007 18:07:40 GMT -8
Freya paused in her suffering to trace her eyes back to where she heard that soft whinny. There, standing in the moonlight, was a beautiful horselike beast. She knew immediately that it was Bassette, but wasn't sure why she was here...
/After I had been so cold to her...and yet, she's here... She feels my pain...and she wants to console me... Why, sister?/ the Lustful Prophet thought, turning to face the unicorn. "Bassette..." she said, acknowledging her elder sister's presence. Slowly, she took one step forward, then broke out into a run, going straight for her sister. Finally, when she reached her, she broke down to her knees, her arms flying around the unicorn's neck. "He's gone, sister..." she cried, her heavy sobs wracking her entire body, the blood that stained her robe rubbing off on the unicorn's immaculate white fur. "He's gone! We'll never see him again!"
Lucian, hearing his mistress crying, opened his eyes and rolled to his feet. Slowly, he took a couple steps forward, then decided that he wasn't going to interfere. So, he just sat down, raising one paw and beginning to lick it carefully. /I wonder where that ram child is.../ he thought to himself, cold blue eyes scanning what he could see. /I bet he's asleep, and has no idea where his dear mistress is.../ Giving a soft purr, he lay down, resting his head on his paws, watching everything. /So, Baphomet's dead... That means that only Lady Freya, Camine, and Bassette remain... And that also means Freya is the only prophet that isn't on either side.../ His lips turned slightly upward. /So, if she happened to join either side, it could severly disrupt the balance of power on either side.../
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Nov 26, 2007 11:26:36 GMT -8
Oh, the pain one feels when a loved one is dead; its a pain unfelt by any other feeling. Its a painful thing to lament. It hurts physically and mentally. And while going to comfort one can often bring warmth and relief, it can also double the pain. Which is why when her dear sister embraced Bassette for the first time in a very long time, Bassette couldn't contain herself and broke her beast form. Her sorrow was so great, Bassette couldn't control her power. As the beast form collapsed, dragging Freya down with it, the Lustful Prophet found herself instead crying in Bassette's lap as Bassette sat upon the ground. Bassette looked to her sister with sad, silvery blue eyes.
"Oh Freya my sister..." Bassette looked at her younger sister in pain, silvery tears falling from her own eyes as she stroked Freya's hair.
"I'm so terribly sorry my sister...I failed in foreseeing his death...I failed in Protecting one of my Prophets..." Bassette said, her breath shuddering between words. She held her sister tightly, her body warmth easily felt from the thin white night gown wrapped about her immobile legs. She stroked Freya's long silky hair as they cried together, mourning for the loss of a dear brother.
"I know of the feelings you harbored for him...I'm so sorry you must feel this pain, my sister. Of all of us, your pain is the greatest..." Bassette said, her words soft and sad.
In a shimmer of silver and glitter, another person came unto the scene. Materializing almost right next to Lucian was Azazeal, his arms behind his back, his chin up. But instead of being completely whole, Azazeal was partial; see through as he cast his eyes over the mourning sisters. His lips were set in a firm purse as he looked sadly upon his crying lady. Only after a moment, he glanced to his right where Lucian lay.
"Hmph...I suppose this is probably the first time I've even seen them get within a foot of each other..." Azazeal muttered, his body shimmering in the moonlight.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Nov 29, 2007 11:16:55 GMT -8
Letting out a little snort of laughter, Lucian nodded. "I agree..." he said, not looking at the ram child. "Anyway, what drove you here? Fear that I would eat Bassette?" Of course, he was joking, as he wouldn't dare eat someone so virtuous, nor any of the prophets. First of all, that would just be gross, second, it'd be messy, and third, he'd have to dodge lightning bolts coming from the sky for the rest of eternity.
Meanwhile, Freya sobbed incessantly, occasionally muttering Baphomet's name or how she couldn't save him from his terrifying fate. "I'm so sorry, Baphomet..." She whispered over and over between heaving sobs. Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of crying, she raised her head, her amber eyes staring deep into her sister's bluish orbs. "Why, sister?" she asked. "I've been so cold, so insensitive, so cruel to you, and yet you are here, comforting me... Why?" She wanted to know so badly why her sister, Bassette, her polar opposite, was here, consoling her in the terrifying ordeal. "I...I don't understand..." was all she could manage before forcing herself into another fit of heavy, heartfelt sobs.
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Nov 29, 2007 16:36:24 GMT -8
Azazeal snickered jestly, stealing a glance at the proud form of Lucian. It was true that Lucian and Azazeal despised each other enough, but even if they disliked each other, they were still bound to their Ladies. When their masters directed them to talk, they spoke. When they directed them to be silent, they quickly shut their mouths. If Bassette suddenly demanded Azazeal fight Lucian to the death (though, such a scenario would not come to be unless Bassette had a good reason) Azazeal would throw himself upon Lucian's claws if it would help him to attain victory. If Freya suddenly commanded Lucian to give Azazeal an affectionate hug (though, this scenario would probably be less likely even than Bassette demanding Azazeal to kill someone) Lucian would have to obey do the task. Thus, when their Prophets were in need of protection from any sort of threat, may it be emotional, physical, or mental; Lucian and Azazeal were obliged to do what they could to comfort and protect their masters. So, if their Ladies were to cry into each others arms without any sense to their surroundings, it wasn't surprising that Azazeal would be here, even if Lucian was much stronger than he and could probably protect both Prophets from any sort of danger.
"No, I know you have at least enough brains not to attack her. Why did I come? Well..." Azazeal folded his arms in his astral form and let out a deep breath.
"I wanted to hand you a warning. Baphomet's death was caused by an enemy unseen and dangerous. If whatever it was was able to kill a Prophet like Baphomet, its simple to think that it just might come after Bassette and Freya as well. We need to be extra vigilant. I..." Azazeal frowned, his stomach churning with what he was about to say.
"I...I think if it comes down to it...and Freya or Bassette end up in trouble...we need to team up. Baphomet had no retainer...But still..."
Bassette looked down at her sister as Freya broke into body shaking sobs again. Bassette gave her a sad smile as she took her sister's face into her soft hands, gently forcing Freya to look at her. Bassette looked at Freya's beautiful features for a moment before pulling a lock of her silken black hair from in front of her face to behind her ear.
"Oh Freya...I came because you are my sister. No matter how much you may despise or even hate me; no matter how many times you may strike my face, no matter how many foul words may fall from your lips, I will always be your sister and I will always come to you in your time of need. Oh Freya...I failed in protecting our brothers...I failed in keeping my Prophets safe and alive. While Camine is forced to rot in Osirus' cells...Baphomet has died...But I will not let this woman before me vanish into a darkness in which she cannot come back..." Bassette said, looking at Freya with sincere eyes.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Nov 30, 2007 17:26:29 GMT -8
As Bassette handled a lock of Freya's hair, one of her feline ears twitched involuntarily and almost irritably. "Sister..." she whispered. "Thank you..." Though she wanted to say more, like how she wanted to apologize for how cruel she was or how vicious she had been, the words just wouldn't come. "I...I'm so sorry... I have been so..." She trailed off, her eyes closing and the tears beginning to flow again. "I would've given my life for him, and yet he died... He died before I could've even told him I loved him... He died before I could tell him goodbye..."
Lucian took a cursory glance at Azazeal and nodded slightly. "I suppose we will have to team up if it comes down to it, ram child..." he muttered, sighing heavily. "Though I don't like to admit it..." Taking a deep breath, the white tiger continued on. "Anyway, I was mulling this over... Tell me what you think. Since Baphomet is gone now, that means Freya is the only one that isn't on a side. Because of that, if she joined either side, it could severely disrupt the balance between both sides, right?" Though he really didn't care much for the ram child's opinion, he just wanted to get it off his chest without interrupting his mistress and her sister's tender moment.
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Draken
Knights of Osirus
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Post by Draken on Dec 11, 2007 20:49:15 GMT -8
The usual nightmares of dragons, elves burning his village to the ground, and painful torture plagued the youth's mind as he slept fitfully on the floor. But one thing entered his mind that didn't usually occur- a strange scene, a bit foggy but clear enough. It was Baphomet's death, as Bassette saw and heard it. After her shrill scream, the vision faded into blackness. No sound. No color. Just pure void.
An icy chill overcame him as he broke into a cold sweat. It felt as though he himself had died, for there was nothing but black and cold. But soon, the slightest sounds began to leak in his ears and warm air relieved his lungs of the chilled winds, also reminding him he was even breathing. An unfamiliar ceiling focused into sight. Sharp pain pulsed through his chest and leg, then he remembered where he was and why.
Despite his pain and fatigue, he sat up groggily after his drugged slumber. Draken leaned against the wall to get a better look of his surroundings. The room was empty, he noticed, except he and Dulcimer. Dulcimer...'Adrian' as Osirus called him...He couldn't show up at his master's feet without evidence of his assassination. His dagger was there, on the table. He could do it so easily... A further inspection of the room. A strong smell of blood and vomit from the poison remedy hung about the room. His shirt laid beside where he was sleeping, covered in both. It was then he realized the horrible taste lingering in his mouth and a slight nausea still.
-But the nightmare he had...Draken almost forgot. What did it mean? Moreover, who was it that died? A prophet- he called himself...What's a prophet? All these questions, all this confusion! He began cradling his throbbing head in his hands, hoping to ease the pain. After a while, he convinced himself he only read that dream from Bassette's mind through dark arts he had been studying. After all, the theory seemed plausible enough. But before anything else should happen, he gathered his dagger then went out to get his shortblade.
He would take his chance with Osirus empty-handed.
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Dec 21, 2007 11:44:07 GMT -8
"Because of that, if she joined either side, it could severely disrupt the balance between both sides, right?" Azazeal winced at this statement. How could he have not seen this? Of course, Lucian was right. There was a very dark cloud hovering over the Prophets now. The Lustful Prophet was now a target, much more so than Bassette. Azazeal swallowed as he glared forward. This was trouble. If Freya was forced or willingly chose the side with Osirus, Osirus would have two Prophets in his grasp. With two Prophets, he could easily stifle Bassette. And yet, it would work the same way in the Order's favor. Azazeal reached up to rub his temple, shaking his head. Azazeal let out a frustrated breath and looked at Lucian. Sure, he was putting up a brave front, but how did Lucian truly feel about what he just relinquished to Azazeal.
"Freya...is in much more trouble than I thought...If Osirus gets his hands on her..." Azazeal looked to the weeping sisters. "Camine and Freya would be his. I wouldn't put it past him to do something terrible in order to force Freya into total submission." Azazeal shook his head, looking down at the dew covered grass.
"Oh Lumen...what kind of twisted fate have you laid out for your children? Lucian...retainers...have no say in what our Prophets do...but...what would you do if Osirus beckoned Freya?"
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Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Dec 21, 2007 20:09:25 GMT -8
Lucian blinked his turquoise orbs, turning them toward Azazeal again. If Freya was in trouble, then he had to do all in his power to keep her safe... After all, it was his job as a retainer... "I will do everything in my power to protect Freya if Osirus tries to get his grubby hands on her... But...if she desires to go willfully...what can I do? I am but her retainer, with no opinion in her decisions unless she asks me..." Sighing heavily, Lucian turned his eyes up to the sky. "I...I don't like that fact, but that's what it is, a fact... And you cannot change, nor can you deny them... So...all I can do is hope for the best..."
A thought then hit the white tiger's mind. "But...you see...Freya won't come easily to anyone who cannot...satisfy her..." Laughing softly, he began purring. "And I highly doubt that old king would dare try to bring Freya over that way...after all...he does have a wife, and two children at that... But..." He shrugged his massive shoulders. "You never know..."
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Katsou Ren Shou
Order of Lumen
Knight
Searching for a distant land I call 'home'...
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Post by Katsou Ren Shou on Dec 24, 2007 11:30:04 GMT -8
Must... Move... Must... Move.... A figure pierced the fog covered horizon. Soaked through, thin clothes clinging to his body. The man seemed to hobble, it was only noticeable that the figure was a man by his gait and form. he seemed to have suffered a major injury on his left side. Snow fell down from the leaden sky. Birds quickly flew away. In there cries they whisperd Danger... Death
His violet locks hung before his face. The man had already fallen. Onto all fours he sat, barely able to see the people who gathered only 60 metres from his frail body. The snow was falling thick and fast. Falling onto a figure thick with a fever. A sword lay at his side, the steel face reflecting the owners red face- before a splash of blood distorted the image.
In desperation- and with one final heave, the male of around 27 dragged the sword to a tree. Underneath an oak, he lent back. The white world, the cold moon, slowly spinning in his eyes.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 1, 2008 11:52:34 GMT -8
Suddenly, Freya's head snapped up and her pupils contracted until they were so thin, they didn't look like they were even there. Almost as if she were under a trance, she stood up, freeing herself from Bassette's grasp, and turned around, walking silently toward the figure that had fallen a short distance away. It seemed like an eternity before Lucian had realized his lady was out of Bassette's caring hold. Turquoise eyes widened and the tiger stood, running for the entranced prophet.
Finally, Freya arrived before the frail figure, a pang of sorrow piercing through her. A caring, almost loving look filled her eyes, and she knelt down, gently cradling the male's body in her arms, leading his head to rest upon her sizable bust. Gently stroking his violet locks, she began speaking.
"Do not worry... I heard your cry... I heard you were tired... I heard you were hurt... I will alleviate your pains... Just rest here, my dear... Rest..."
Lucian blinked his eyes, then was hit by a sickening realization. /What if Freya's going mad? What if she thinks this...whatever it is...is Baphomet?! What if she falls in love with him?!/ The huge tiger knew he couldn't do anything to free his mistress from the chains of sorrow and madness that bound her, so, instead, he walked to her side, laying down, his head resting upon one of her legs, and his tail curled about her slender form. /Whatever it is, I won't let it overcome you, my lady.../
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Katsou Ren Shou
Order of Lumen
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Post by Katsou Ren Shou on Jan 1, 2008 13:35:43 GMT -8
Shes like an angel.... And a demon.... At one moment, the world is blessed with a white mist, and she is watching me. Her face- her flesh is white like the snow. And white, godly wings grace her back... Then in a flash the scene is dark... Misery and disappear are all I can see in her eyes as they leak a salty sea... And her strange form is graced with no angel features... Only cold sorrow- and a plea to make my dying body go on... At first, as Katsou's form rest upon the prophets, he limply struggled. Not against Freya, but the fever itself, like it was a straitjacket. But as he calmed himself, he felt the icy snow against his hands and realized that maybe he could fight it. Although blood seeped into the snowdrop roots as they grew around his left rib, Katsou felt utterly content. He could feel no pain until he had completely calmed down. Once the throbbing was felt, he knew he would survive. Those eyes... He looked into her crying eyes. Eyes which looked tired from weeping. Absorbed everything about this strange woman. And smiled. Then, gently fell into a slumber from blood loss with a dopey smile on his face, knowing that he would survive somehow...
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Prophet Freya
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 1, 2008 13:58:17 GMT -8
"Shh..." Freya whispered as she felt Katsou's body struggle slightly in her warm grasp. She could feel his body, and how cold it was compared to hers. Slowly, she shifted her position slightly so she had her robe undone. The male rest upon her bare torso and, though it was still upon her slender form, her robe helped combat the chills that were wracking Katsou's body, as well as cloaking his wound from view.
"Hush now, my love... Calm yourself... Rest now, and when you awaken, you will feel much better..." the feline-like prophet whispered, smiling slightly at the foolish grin the violet-haired male had on his face. She wouldn't allow him to die... She wouldn't allow this beautiful mortal to die... As she thought those kindly, loving thoughts, she began stroking the wound that he had with a gentle hand, black magic sparking forth and causing the blood to stop flowing forth from it. "There you go, my sweet... You will not die now... I promise..."
Lucian watched all of this with an indifferent stare. /Since when has Freya been able to heal wounds? I mean, she was once hit by that stray arrow, and healed herself, but she's a prophet! But...what about that time when we ran into that cougar in the mountains? I fainted from blood loss, and when I awoke, my wounds were healed.../ His thoughts were overflowing his mind as he closed his eyes. /So, what if she does think he's Baphomet? That may cause chaos in the future.../
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Katsou Ren Shou
Order of Lumen
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Post by Katsou Ren Shou on Jan 3, 2008 4:45:21 GMT -8
He felt better. A lot better. As though he could sprint a mile and then sprint back. He desperately wanted to wake up but his body just rested on. Katsou was in awe of this females talents. Yet, why was she crying?
His eyes flicked open- only to find a sky full of white, and even though he was a little groggy from the slumber, he still rolled off the prophet onto his stomach and smiled cheekily. "Why hello there..." Katsou's voice was heavy, like he were a chain smoker or something. And it was obvious that it was just a Innocent bit of fun when he whispered to her "And what are you doing here?..." With a grin.
The sky finally cleared and the birds returned. Though in there cries they obviously held some mistrust for the male, they still sang away on the tree tops. The violet haired man sat against the tree once more, but this time he had no fever and the wound had closed. He gazed with what seemed to be mild interest at the female and her tiger partner, but really he was in awe. Who the heck was she? So with that question buzzing around his head, the male said "My name is Katsou... Im.... Not from here. Who, may I ask, are you?" A long pause followed from both Katsou, and the birds as they all watched on.
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