A pink haired angel sat in silence at the edge of a pond, a helmet had been placed with care to rest at his left side. A fur lined, black leather jacket had been folded neatly and tucked beneath the helmet. Steel toed boots with gold chains and small pink wings had been set with equal care to the right of the helmet and jacket. The young looking male sat with legs crossed and pressed tightly against his body, hands rested upon his knees as if he were stretching to prepare for a workout. His eyes were closed peacefully and he drew a deep, slow breath while the wind gently and almost playfully ruffled through his hair.
The angel slowly stood and walked towards the water without opening an eye. Perhaps this would look as a strange ritual to onlookers and in part, it was. A visitation to Kismet had proved useless and the angel grew restless, which in turn blossomed into anger and frustration. Ai had disappeared without a trace, leaving him with an amount of work that had so far proved impossible for him to tackle alone. He was one angel, and he was the exact opposite of what most imagined an angel to be.
Yoshe had a foul temper and his mouth could be just as foul. Public appearances and public work were not his forte. His job had been behind the scenes. Ai handled the whining and complaining of others while Yoshe had busied himself with carrying out their wishes. Some wishes were good and some wishes were bad. In rare cases, Yoshe and Ai acted completely on their own accord and even went against the wishes that were made; some folks were hellbent on the idea of love, even if it meant loving the wrong person.
It had not been Yoshe's job to bring joy and warmth into the hearts of those that wished for it. His job had been to ensure that their relationships were worthwhile and had a chance at lasting. A "cupid" could work both ways. They could bring a couple together or they could help to rip them apart. With a doubled workload and an Alpha Angel spouting nonsense about destiny instead of offering anything he could use, the angel had decided to slack off.
Yoshe allowed himself to feel weightless and dropped into the water, floating face down as he found this tactic to be relaxing. No one ever come here, at least not in all this time that he had quietly observed, and so he had been comforted knowing that his methods of relaxation would not cause some onlooker to assume he was going to drown and play hero for the day.
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 9:48 pm
A blue-grey dragon of questionable background was working on his own zen. Over the years he had taken a more active role in his own self-discovery. After his three "sons" had grown up and proceeded to branch out in whose lives they wished to warp, twist, or haunt, Mel! had found more time on his claws. More time to learn to wield his swords, more time to learn to fly (had to learn so he could teach the kids, after all), and also to learn about being a water dragon. This part was even more interesting than the flight because it was completely new and undiscovered. All he knew about this body was that the previous owner had been a complete d**k and that was how he had lost it. Poor guy. Ah well, Mel! would put it to better use. Once he learned how.
From the sky, everything looks very different. It looks even more so after a few years: rivers alter their course, mudslides take out hillsides, housing developments simply remove the landmarks. Or more subtly, trees simply change and grow with the seasons and the years.
Even half-remembered scenery had changed just enough that Mel! could not be certain to which wild places he had visited. That was where Yoshe and his pond came in.
Perhaps it would help matters to know that Mel was there first. Learning to alter the waters so that they might be breathed without gills. Learning to swim like a fish and use his wings as fins. Learning to dematerialize like a vaporeon, his favorite pokemon (for obvious reasons). He liked to use calm waters like a lake because it allowed him to focus on technique before strength training with the salmon. But a pond is interesting too. The water is less oxygenated, the silt is easier to upheave. And with the appearance of the angel above, what better way to work on these techniques?
Then, why did he have to dive (float?) in?! Good god!
With a flurry of bubbles, Mel! scattered his ions and leapt out of the pond, landing on a grassy shore. It seemed like a much better action than waiting there in the water, the poor shorty face-to-face with a naked dragon. Snickering to himself he shook water droplets away and wandered over to the neat pile of clothing by the water's edge. It was an interesting combination of biker and fluff that brought a grin to Mel!'s lips. He couldn't help but wonder if this angel was having an identity crisis, but that would be too eerily familiar.
Had Yoshe any idea that a naked dragon would have been somewhere in the vicinity of his face, he would have surely found a way to die. Yoshe and the public in general was a bad combination, even one on one was something he failed to grasp. You throw naked into the mix, with himself being half naked, and the angel would have surely died all over again. Perhaps permanently.
However, when he opened his eyes there was no strange dragon of questionable background lurking in the water beneath him. The water was unnaturally murky though, and the fish had scattered in all directions awfully quickly. Those things could have been easily ignored by the angel but it was the sudden shift in the water that really got him.
He felt water slapping heavily against the side of his head, rocking his body back and forth. He supposed he should take comfort in the fact that whatever had been in the water must have gotten out, but... to hell with all that!
Yoshe abruptly snapped from his trance and sank beneath the agitated water. He had only been submerged for a brief moment before he shot upright to stand in waist deep water. The area in front of him remained as empty as it had been when he arrived. The pale-skinned angel slowly turned to face his belongings, not entirely terrified by what he may or may not see, but not thrilled with the idea of seeing anything at all. A brief scenario of looters stealing his belongings flashed through his mind but it was easily pushed off to the side. Even he had to admit just how short he was, and he had a hard time picturing tiny thieves making off with his clothes.
This was supposed to be his time and it was already being ruined.
Melomar
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 10:36 pm
Admittedly, the angel could have easily mistaken the dragon's fascination with looting, particularly because here crouched a naked body in front of a pile of clothing. He glanced down at the boot before releasing its adorable pink wing, angling one of his many-tined wings to cover unmentionable incrimination.
"Hello there," grinned the dragon with many sharp teeth spreading across his admittedly sharklike blue-grey... scales. Like, but obviously not quite. Obvious for an ichthyologist, or dragonologist for that matter, anyway. "I must be getting good if you didn't notice me until just now." For now he remained in his crouched position so as not to draw out any more wrath than he had already earned for himself.
Pink eyes blinked rapidly too many times to count because he simply could not believe his eyes. The angel drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes, holding that breath while he counted calmly in his mind. He held that single breath until his lungs burned, until his chest felt tight, until he felt a little dizzy. Whoops! Held it too long, didn't he? That was okay because he knew when he opened his eyes, this horrifying image would be gone. Perhaps seared into his brain, but physically gone.
Yoshe finally released his breath with a loud puhfff! and opened his eyes. Nope, nope. Well... crud. That certainly did not work. In fact it had gotten worse. Much much worse. Those rows of sharp teeth against those blue-grey scales, still glistening with wa-- wait! This naked shark man had been in the water with him.
As a whole new realization set upon the angel, the amount of time that had passed in his silence and the constant change of expressions-- not to mention the way he flopped into the water to begin with-- could only lead one to assume that this angel was challenged. Judging by his pale and lean body, one could also assume that challenge was both mental and physical (and would such an assumption even be that far from the truth, really?).
Suddenly he stomped from the water and stood glaring down at the shark man-- at least he thought it was sharkish, whatever, the naked thing offending his clothing. He folded his arms over his chest and began to tap his foot impatiently on the ground. "Cease and desist, fish. Go back to your pond."
Melomar
Look at them intense people skills.
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 5:47 pm
"Yes, I have been practicing very studiously, lately," the dragon continued, obviously proud of himself, then fell silent as he noticed the spectrum of color and expression play over the angel's face. This together with his obvious stress-reducing mantra brought to mind cuttlefish (color flutter! ha!), confused unicorns (rainbows don't belong there! ack! so unmentionable! I can't even), and the Stay Pufft Marshmallow Man (such cute, puffy cheeks!). At this point the dragon could not accurately deduce just what this person was.
He could listen. He had ceased and even desisted, however, he would not go back to the pond. "Oh, that? It's not my pond. Though I think there is someone around here, that I know more or less, who does own it. I just can't be sure. I thought that this was that pond, or if not, owned by no one at least. That was why I came here. So who would imagine that two people would come to this very same pond, when there are so many other ponds around, and at the very same time! It's like destiny or something, isn't it?"
Who could guess if Mel had been testing Yoshe with that last statement? If inquired later on, he would deny any knowledge or participation in such silly mind games. Or any mind games for that matter. Anyone who knew him very well would already know. Probably.
"Anyway, I have not harmed your precious clothing, which by the way, have a very... unique look, I might add. Now, unless my being naked does not bother you, I suggest you turn around while I go find mine." With that, he started to rise. He knew where his own neatly-folded clothing lay, hidden in some shrubs where they were less likely to be sprayed by some territorial animal, doused by pond water, or otherwise found by anyone but their owner.
While the other was determined to prattle on and on, Yoshe had began to redress himself. He carefully dried his feet and slipped them back into his boots, giving each foot a gentle toe tap on the ground to ensure they were on securely. Curiously, this action also made the little pink wings attached to the boots wiggle.
The angel and shrugged his leather jacket back on even though his shoulders, back, and chest were still a little damp. He would be dry before any negative consequences would happen anyway. Upon lifting his helmet is when the other spoke a word. A key word to shatter whatever moment of temporary peace he had managed to gather long enough to not go berserk when he saw the naked lizard-fish-man-thing crouched near his belongings.
With arms raised upwards, mid-motion of preparing to put the helmet onto his damp pink hair, he stopped. His fingers made a sickening squeak against the helmet as they clenched tighter, and his pink eyes snapped shut abruptly. The angel held his eyes shut, though his brows and eyelids were twitching and his lips were pulled into a tight frown. It almost looked as if he was about to throw the helmet or at the very least, smack it down onto the other male's head.
"Destiny is a joke," he practically growled out, which was impressive for a species that didn't typically growl. "How dare you." Yoshe followed up in a flat tone, opening his eyes and seeming to have regained his composure (or at least what he believed to be was composure). "You being naked disturbs me deeply and-- hey! I wasn't ready yet, idiot!" He pulled the helmet down onto his own head with such a force that it hurt a little, but only because he pulled it down far enough to cover his eyes. The only thing left visible on his face were his puffed up, slightly pink cheeks.
Melomar
Okay I guess that's true. They both have horrible people skills. xD
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:06 pm
It was quite obvious that the angel had paid more attention to putting his clothing on than anything else. If that had not been the case, he might have been even more insulted by the dragon's indecently naked body crouching right beside the pile of clothing. And his delicate hands. And his adorable face. Oh dear!
Oh, he could imagine raccoon markings covering the boy-- was he in fact a child? -- as he growled. Yes, a raccoon, or perhaps a small dog.
The dragon stood before him with another toothy grin. They were just about eye-to-eye, biker boots aside. The only reaction the angel had presented that made any sense was the prudish exclamations he made now. But that was ruined when he shoved the helmet so far down on his head that only his little nose and puffed-up cheeks showed. This, in turn, pinched his lips into an angry but unmistakably cherubim pout. "Ah! so you're a cherub! I get it now! So cute."
The urge to do something about that face was uncontrollable for someone like him, and raising his hands open-palmed to hover across each of the angel's cheeks, gently mooshed them together, forcing out whatever air happened to be inflating them. "And for your information, I do not believe in destiny. Nor am I a fish. I am a water dragon, of the demon clan. I am not evil though, just batshit insane. Good-by!"
With a cackle, he leapt into the air (he was so much better at flight than water magic!) and landed in the trees nearest to the pond. He picked up his clothes with a soft sigh; the angel had had the right idea putting them out in the sun. His clothes were chilly, though they smelled of earth and the forest.
Yoshe had kept his hands on either side of his helmet as fearing that the slightest breeze might snatch it away and he would be forced to desperately find some place to look before having to see a strange, naked body. Oh, that would just be awful! He could not even imagine seeing a naked body willingly, let alone to be forced to look upon one.
Perhaps he would have said some witty remark when the other pinpointed exactly what he was, or perhaps he would have held out to offer a rude comment about the other's species being a good explanation for his lack of social behaviors (hypocrite much?). Then again the best explanation for this naked fish-- oh, fine, dragon-- was the brutal honesty in which he shared his mental status.
Of course all of those words went in one ear and out the other as the strange and unfamiliar feel of hands against his cheeks made his skin tingle, goosebumps appearing all over his delicate little body. Then just about all he managed to catch were the words 'dragon' and 'insane' because everything else was drowned out by the oh so graceful way that the air made a horrendous farting noise while it was pushed out.
Not to mention the very few and tiny droplets of spittle that shot out towards the end of the traumatic experience. Yoshe pushed his helmet up and, face reddened with frustration, stomped his foot on the ground. "Good riddance!" he screamed into the empty air, not much caring where the dragon went, just so long as this was over.
"My only hope is that some of that spit hit you, you savage." The little angel muttered to himself, just about having a fit as he straightened himself out and began to stomp away. In the wrong direction. While it was getting dark.
Melomar
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:53 pm
Mel simply could not help himself. That spit-propelling fart noise played over and over again in his mind while he tried to get dressed. He even fell back against a tree trunk while trying to pull his pants on. It was just too ridiculously funny. Finally he sighed, stomach and rib muscles aching, and muttered to himself, "I wonder how long it will take him to notice that big goober that rolled down his chin? Eew..."
Finally dressed, he wiped tears from his eyes and glanced around. Twilight had fallen in the trees, veiling the world in premature darkness. Around the pond, no doubt, it would be lighter and he would be able to find his way home from there. If not, he would be learning how a dragon camps out in the wilderness very soon.
He used his very convenient claws to scale a tree trunk. His head popped out of the foliage and looked around. The night birds had already taken flight, their eerie calls echoing in the air. Then, down below, he saw the distinct shape of the angel moving away from the pond. Perhaps he should follow?
Chaotic Pandie
I can't figure if Yoshe is abnormally pure or what. xD That tingly feeling! It has already begun. He's starting to feel twitterpa-- hypothermia. *nod*
Yoshe had given his face a courtesy wipe with the back of his hand because the unfortunate truth was that 99% of that spittle bounced bounced back onto his own face. He couldn't be too disgusted by it because it was his own, perhaps the same as one drooling but that was a disgusting thing in and of itself. In fact he was so unamused by the entirety of the events that transpired that he could not even imagine anyone having any amusement from it at all. Even if he tried to envision himself on the other end (which he didn't because why would he?) he still found it to be traumatic.
The little cherub had found himself mostly over the events enough to function, though the sky continued to grow dark. That was alright though, he had nothing to fear of the dark. "The sun loved the moon so much that every night he died so she could breathe," he murmured to the sky and was answered by silence.
Silence and a whole lot of screw you, because instead of that beautiful moon to give her light, he received heavy overcast. Angrily, he began to collect what little amounts of wood he could find and built himself a fire for one. Two would not fit comfortably around it, and honestly it was barely comforting for even just one. While he lacked many abilities, at least he had basic survival knowledge. Painfully basic, he scolded himself for not paying more attention to his mentors as he continually added small branches to the dying light.
Melomar
Hm. If it helps you figure it out, Yoshe would describe this tingling as, "The kind of tingling that burns, and you just want to rip your skin off to make it stop." So-- probably hypothermia. XD
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 10:58 pm
Following the angel's movements, keen eyes detected pauses and stooping until some large-ish load was carried to a specific spot, arranged, and finally lit. He had build for himself a tiny fire. But he would need much more firewood if he wanted it to last the night, forget about staying warm.
The dragon descended the tree and went on a search of his own. Picking up sticks, dried moss and such was an easy enough task for him, and eventually had all that he could carry. He returned to the campfire with soft footfalls; it was not that he tried to sneak up on the angel, but he was by necessity barefoot. His coloring and affinity for darker colored clothing made his form indistinct and he set down the kindling quietly. It was not nearly enough for him to go unnoticed, but realization might come all at once, he realized.
"You seemed to be needing more," he explained. "I can get more, too."
With almost unimaginable speed, the little cherub seemed to vanish into thin air once startled by the sudden appearance, gone before the words had time to leave the other's lips. There was a brief moment of silent while he hesitated and contemplated the current situation, but inevitably the flames ran dangerously low. He slowly moved out from behind a nearby tree and approached with caution, still trying to sift through the possible outcomes to this scenario.
The flames were so tiny and delicate now and the wanting for light outweighed any worries that may have been floating through his mind. In a silence so heavy it nearly had pressure behind it, the angel busied himself with tending to the fire. Once he had expanded the base, he lay on the ground and pressed his cheek to the ground, gently blowing into the fire to help give it more life.
With the fire now flickering healthily, a faint smile played upon his lips, softening his face entirely before his eyes drifted upwards to the dragon. The smile faded and his face was not quite so soft in appearance anymore, but the light of the fire revealed that he had expanded it to be built more for two. Slowly sitting upright, he decided that no more trauma could find it's way to him tonight.
While it was not exactly an apology in any sense, the dragon had provided when the angel had exhausted what little time he had to prepare for the night. "I think what you brought should be sufficient, a fire is only necessary for so long." Perhaps it was exhaustion that brought upon the change, or maybe the cold, but the little cherub seemed to have a more approachable presence. Shoes were kicked off and placed a safe distance away from the heat before arms and legs were stretched out towards the fire, finger and toes wiggling, the light dancing across his face and revealing another hint of a smile brought on by warmth. "If you stay, at least sit down."
Melomar
Though I can't exactly argue his purity either.. XD
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