Post by ¡ö▐CelieX the NeKo¨¡ö on Mar 26, 2011 11:18:53 GMT -5
(I've been working on this story for awhile, hope you all enjoy it!) There's also lots more ^.^
From Within…
By: Celiex/Sorrel
Chapter 1
Not again. Tonight I had been thrown out from the Angel night parties for who knows how many times, it was becoming a repetitive thing. They never accepted me, mostly because, well—I’m not an angel. I’m a Neko, with the heart of an angel and someone who wants to be one. It’s difficult to live on my own. But I do it anyway, since I have no one to run to. So tonight, I lay against a tree trunk, head slightly tilted as I fall asleep at sunset, belly surprisingly full for the first time after sneaking some food from the party before being kicked out. But tonight, life would change.
I woke up to screeching and roaring and men yelling back and forth. I blinked twice before opening my eyes enough to where I could see blurs and outlines of people—a girl…. with ears like me, and a dragon. This surprised me greatly; so I wearily stood up, sleep still taking over me in a half-conscious state. I rub my eyes quickly so that I could see the action taking in front of me, although they probably don’t see me at all since they’re too busy. I decide that’s a good thing. The dragon roared when I finally was awake enough to run forward a couple feet, only to freeze as the creature fell the ground, eyes closing and the men running away with the strange girl thrashing in thick, leather straps. The last sound I heard was a large screech and hiss before everything was silent except for the occasional wind.
I ran farther, kneeling beside the dragon. It wasn’t that big, maybe the length of one of those thin trees, and wide as a huge oak tree. It blew smoke out of its nostril in a huge sigh, it’s chest slowly rising and falling in a thick sleep. It would be awhile before it would wake up, so I went to get some berries or something to hold me over. Depending on how long I had, I’d catch a deer and cook it for the both of us. This was my chance to never be alone again, no matter who or what they were…
It began to make sounds, barely moving its front claws and wiggling its snout. Maybe because it smelled the meat I was cooking? I let the food settle over the fire I made, running over to the creature, sitting on my legs with my knees into front of me. Suddenly, its eyes shot open and it gripped my leg in a serious grip, almost painful enough to scream. I could have sworn that for the first few seconds I saw nothing but the shine of its pupil and darkness surrounding me…
My eyes finally focus once more, and the creature’s hand contracted slowly…only, when I saw its form, it was girl instead. I jumped up, a silent scream running around in my head. As its hand was loosening its grip, it looked up with those similar dragon-like eyes. “Uhh…. Hello? Are—“
“Where’s Celiex?” she stood up abruptly, small red wings sticking out of her back.
“Sorry…. Who?” I ask feverishly. “Celiex!” she snapped back, “Those ignorant, power-hungry men took her!” Her wings were now large enough for take off, flaring every second or so, but before she flew up, I grabbed her forearm. “Let me come with you,” I told her, not wanting to be left here alone again,” You don’t have to carry me, just tell me where they took her.” A cold stare looked in to mine, a tickle springing down my spine.
“You’re actually serious… Never met a mortal who cared for a Neko or… Riyu….” She held out a thin, graceful hand, “The Name’s Sora—Meaning sky” I shook it pensively, watching as a red mark streaked across her hand in a second, almost like light reflecting off of dragon scales. “And of course I’ll carry you, you have no wings,” she giggled as a joke. I hastily stopped her, trying not to seem rude or hurt her feelings, “I’m no mortal, Sora, I am a Neko… Who, Uhh—wishes to be an angel” I take off my cute, black beret to reveal black ears and untuck my night colored tail that flowed like the wind. She looked over me, almost in disgust at that fact.
“Hmm, well, that could be a problem.”
“How so?” I ask. Sora looked away for a moment, gathering her words. “Celiex doesn’t take to other Nekos too well. She’s a rogue…we found each other one day and she was abandoned by her family.”
“Well, I just hope she doesn’t try to attack me, I have no fighting abilities in my other form… I suppose I’ll take my chances.” Sora nodded, “Well, I won’t let her hurt you when I’m around, she listens well to me, so there’s nothing to be worried about.” .” I released the tension in my chest at that news, but before we went, we enjoyed a nice meal of deer that I gladly saw that she enjoyed. Sora finished her portion off quickly and held out her arm. “Hold on” She suddenly took shape as the semi large dragon she is as I grab tighter to her large neck and was lifted into the skies…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 2
“So… You still haven’t told me where we are going!” I yell over the wind passing on either side of me, along with heavy drops of rain soaking me from head to toe.
“It’s a nearby part of the forest, they always take her there. They’ve tried taking me before, since they see my dragon wings as a human, but ever since I killed some of the fighting men, they’ve left me alone. They took Celiex’s dagger, so she isn’t as strong and they continue to trap her and bring her back to the same place!” Sora explained, “They may be strong, but they sure are dumb. So, what’s your name?” As they were up in the sky, they continued to call out so that they could be heard, “My name?” I ask, “It’s Hikari….” Sora snorted some smoke, blowing a small line of flames in front of us so that she could see well through the dark, rainy clouds. The flames gently grazed past my arms before disappearing in the cold air.
“Tell me what your name means.” Sora told me. “Shouldn’t you know?” I questioned her, since she seems pretty knowledgeable.
“’Course I do… But I want to hear you say it” She told me, eyes still straightforward as she tipped her wings to the right, swaying in another direction. I sighed, knowing there was no way to hide the one thing that directed me to knowing I should’ve been an angel, “Light…Shining light” I mumble, hoping she hadn’t heard me—but she did. I could tell because she twitched her ears, but she said no more.
A couple minutes later she called for me to hold on tight and we went hurtling toward Earth, my soft, red hair thrashing every which way. When she finally slowed down and landed on the ground, she roared so loud, I’m sure anything could hear her for miles.
“Go hide, you’ll be injured if you stay!” Sora ordered me, whipping her tail at the men behind her and beating her front paws in the air to scare the men. I retreated—As I was told, though guilt suppressed my stomach as I ran through some silky curtains and into a small hut. There were animal skins as carpets, soft under my thin converses that were very much worn down. What else would you expect after finding shoes in the trash? My amber eyes were so wide, I had to blink multiple times before they began to become wet again. A vial sat quietly in the corner of the room, laid perfectly on a stone shelf, apparently just built since chisels and a hammer lay on the floor. Its engravings were beautiful, I noticed, lifting it gently into my hands, folding it over the glass and running my fingers down its glossy figure, taking in it’s strange—but tempting offer—to drink it.
A wild screech from outside made me tense up, so I ran to the curtains and took a glance at the action that I feel as though I should be taking place in…’I told Sora that I knew no defenses, I’m sure that’s why she had me shelter in safety?’ I thought tiredly before looking back at the vial. I questioned its contents, so I just stashed it in my jean pocket, besides; it was small. I sustained interest in all of the items surrounding me, so I roamed around some more.
A light had appeared in the corner of the room; a square glass container trapped an item inside. I slowly approached till I was nose to nose with a black, crystallized feather. Although nothing could reach it, once I closed in toward it, it seemed as though a light wind curled its tips in a motherly manner.
The encasing was too strong to break off—I found out the hard way and ended up straining my fingers until their tips were red and marked with temporary lines.
“What am I doing?” I said to myself, placing my hands on my forehead, “I’m steeling the men’s precious items out of my own greed and curiosity.” But even though I swore not to take or place my finger on anything else, I noticed another object that I seemed drawn to. This item was twitching, held down by the same leather straps that had held Celiex down the first time I had seen her—The only time I had seen her. To my disgust, my Neko instincts kicked in, (Although I always try to ignore them) and I realized this feeling was coming from outside. I pressed the palm of my index finger on the hard covering of the—dagger? Is that what it was? If so… this wasn’t mine. It was Celiex’s.
Before I could stop it, the straps unlocked and the dagger flew to my black tail and it instantly folded around the weapon’s surface, the soft enamel making me…. purr?
“No!” I screamed, trying to pull the dagger from my curled tail. It was making me act more like a Neko than I enjoyed. “I’ve spent too much time ignoring these feelings, I won’t let you destroy my times of effort!”
“Hikari?” Sora’s voice interrupted my dispute, and most embarrassing—it was with my tail…She walked in, eyes widening when she sees the dagger in my tail.
“Uh—I can explain!” I almost shout, but my voice becoming hoarse, absolutely terrified to get in trouble. “No need,” Sora giggled, “That dagger must have sensed your ‘Neko presence’ and thought you were Celiex. Its power is still young, so it easily makes mistakes. Soon it’ll know Celiex right down to her core.” She made a silent chuckle, hands on her hips. Celiex walked in unexpectedly, her eyes grazing right over Sora and aiming at me. At that moment, I rated her as the most professional Neko I had ever seen. Her figure was lean and powerful and she took no interest in hiding her ragged light brown ears or thrashing tail. A black band lay across the top-most part of her head, hair slightly waving from the rainy wind that engulfed her from outside. Buckle after buckle caressed her body on her pitch-black outfit that was snug at the top and flared into ruffles at her thighs. A bow an arrow was held to her back by a brown, Indian–styled strap.
She held out her hand. The dagger that was wrapped securely in my tail was uncurled and flew straight to Celiex. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the dagger rubbed against her hand and purred more lovingly than it had for me. I gulped and let out a breath of relief, not exactly feeling as strange as I did when that thing was held in my tail. “I—uh, so you won?” I asked, voice small and nervous, trying to change the subject without sounding stupid to Celiex. She looked as though she could be easily disappointed. “Sure did,” Sora smiled, walked over next to Celiex and placing her arm over her friend’s shoulder, “And now that Celiex has her dagger, her powers will increase and there’s no way she’ll be able to be captured again, right?” she asked her companion. Celiex didn’t answer, just turned to me.
“What were you doing with Arashi?” Were the first, cold words that came from her mouth. “A—Arashi?” I asked, never hearing that name before. Sora answered me, “It means storm, a spirit lives inside the dagger. It’s a baby wild cat that is named Arashi,” she looked lovingly to Celiex, who was looking away. Down at the floor. “She received Arashi when she was young, they’ve been together ever since. But, since he hasn’t grown, neither have the weapon’s powers.”
“We’re worried.” Celiex whispered, caressing ‘Arashi’ in her hands. I felt as though I wanted to cry when I glanced into Celiex’s eyes. “I—I’m sorry…”
Sora nodded to me, whispering into Celiex’s ear. I couldn’t hear, but I guessed it was about what had happened the dag—I mean, Arashi.
“It’s fine, just don’t let her touch him again.” Celiex growled and twisted around, storming out of the hut to leave us in silence. I looked to the floor, hands layered over top of one another and strands of my hair fell across my face. I hadn’t meant to, why was that so hard to understand?
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Here's a picture of Arashi once his spirit is released into this form from the dagger.
~~~~~~~Chapter 3
Night had fallen rapidly. I spent most of my hours playing with small knick knacks that I found in the same hut with Arashi. It was hard to be talking about an object like that, but at the same time it was as though I was referring to the creature inside. I wanted to see Arashi, I mean really wanted to see him. It was curiosity that killed the cat…so maybe I should back off a bit.
“Hikari, I’ve got dinner,” Sora came into the hut, which was beginning to feel more like it was my own room, “Celiex hunted it down and prepared it—I cooked it thoroughly. I think its deer again, hope you don’t mind.” I nodded thankfully, taking the plate it my hand. A rush of steam warmed my hands and I was grateful for it, glad that they had plates in the camp because using a leaf would not be fun or easy. Sora knelt down in front of me right before I was about to take a bite of my food. I was practically starving!
“You know, you don’t have to stay here. I know you still have dreams to fulfill, and there must be someone out there who can help,” Sora encouraged me, “And besides, Celiex and I won’t be staying for too many days.” That’s all she said. Another word never came across her mind and she lifted herself up and was through the curtains in seconds. I took a bite of the deer and instantly, juices swirled around my tongue. It was perfectly hot and fresh made—just how I like it. I thought of her offers of support to my ‘broken dream’ as she calls it, almost like she doesn’t want it to happen. When she spoke to me, her voice was slightly cold and empty, no emotion whatsoever.
It just wasn’t like Sora…She went from happy and helpful to…a bit cranky and awkward. I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t have to leave to find a way, Sora, whether you truly care or not,” I slipped out the vial and looked over it, “I’ll take my chances of a broken dream, starting with this bottle.” I uncorked the top and drank the misty liquid to the very—last—drop…
I fell to the floor, the furs of animal skins brushing me from my arms to my legs. My vision was blurred and I felt weak, except for my back which was in so much pain, I couldn’t even scream. I was tensed up and my senses were anything but straight. Before I could tell what was going on around me, a shriek made everything fall into total…darkness…
“Celiex! Get in here! Quick!” Sora’s voice echoed throughout the camp as Celiex rushed to her side, pulling the curtains of the hut aside.
“What did she do?” Celiex screeched, tail beating to the pressure in her chest. Anxiety instantly filled the room and I still wasn’t awake (Maybe a little more or less conscious instead?) I felt like I had just passed out and couldn’t fully regain either sleep or consciousness. An arm shook me, but it just made it worse. Voices were whispering calmly into my ear, but it was no use—I couldn’t make out a sound as a tearing, ripping pain replaced the agonizing throbbing that had kept contracting across my back. Two gasps are all I made out that seemed to surround me all of a sudden.
“Sh—she’s…” Sora stuttered. An unfamiliar voice sounded overtop of me.
“…An Angel of Darkness.”
images2.fanpop.com/images/answers/17000/17702_1243735534120_400_300.jpg This is what Hikari looks like, except now with black angel wings. (You all know what Celiex looks like XD Its my siggy pic.
images2.fanpop.com/images/forum/38000/38116_1247370470039_full.jpg This is Sora, except she has red, petite dragon wings.
~~~~~Chapter 4
…An Angel of Darkness
…An Angel of Darkness
These words repeated constantly in my mind, and cold chains grasped my wrists in a distressing strength, but didn’t side track me from the real excruciating pain on my back. Did I care? No. Did it matter that an ambition so strong lead to pain and disaster? No. Did I feel guilt for almost killing a friend in a sleep that took me over? No. Do I feel pathetic for knowing that I’m being held hostage by a Riyu, Neko and some other strange being that I have no idea who they are? Yes. I am Hikari…Or as they call me while I’m asleep…Kuro (meaning Black since they say I have ‘dark’ dreams).
“Are you sure that the men said nothing about this potion…or an antidote out of all the times you’ve been here?” Sora asked Celiex outside of my hut. I wasn’t deaf, I could hear them! During their conversation, they walked in, whispering into each other’s ears and glancing at me from time to time until I’d had enough.
“How about you two just be quiet and leave me to be the beautiful creature I am?” I starred them down, my wings the color of night. I dared them with my gaze to talk some more about me, but Celiex growled in pure outrage and hatred, “Yeah, more like hideous, careless dark angel to me! Being a Neko was a passionate gift and you threw that all away!” Her voice had so many vocalizations I could barely understand her—unfortunately, I managed to make out her words. I opened my mouth to reject her anger right back at her, but Sora scraped my arm with the tip of her wing, small droplets of blood running down my skin. Ever since I drank that potion, Sora hasn’t given me any sympathy or friendliness. Only hostility and frustration, just—like—Celiex. No wonder they were friends.
“Get up.” Sora ordered me, sparks of fire enlightened on her fingertips. I snorted in disrespect,
“What for?”
“Do what you’re told” Sora snapped, dragon-eyes cold as she walked through the silk-curtained entrance. I was tempted to roll my eyes, but I managed to keep them still, only to squint them instead as I steadily stood up, hands in tight fists. I wordlessly aimed for her neck, imagining my fist charging into her veins, but a quick glance from her left and I was still once more…
“Celiex” Sora came down behind her in mid-air, so gentle as though not one thought of hate intercepted her mind—but that was no where true. Sora was angered at Hikari for what she had done, she should’ve known better, and in turn she hurt people that she no longer seemed to care about.
“What” Celiex hissed softly, chewing on some leftover food that had been cooked the night Hikari changed, Arashi in her lap—in spirit form. He was curled up tightly in between her legs, purring strong and soft. His fur lightly ruffled by the slight wind that swirled in the air. His curved ears added a delicate touch to his cute features and tiny shades of black (Which was a sign that gave away many spirit animals) lined his muzzle in a handsome fashion. His golden coat was the color of the evening sun, dropping over the horizon. Arashi’s tail was surprisingly long, curling around Celiex’s arm in an affectionate manner. Arashi devoted all of his life to Celiex, and Celiex always did the same for him. Sora sat down, her skirt ruffles becoming disheveled in a bout of wind as she crossed her legs.
“Her mind and memory have been half removed and lost somewhere in her mind, you can’t blame her for not understand who or—.”
“—what she used to be, I know.” Her eyes were clouded, swallowed in thought. Celiex held one leg close to her chest, trying to comfort herself although Arashi’s love was quite enough as he rearranged himself onto her other leg which was spread out, heel digging into the dirt. Sora put her arm over Celiex’s shoulders and she in turn smiled at her partner and then continued to stare into space, a frown replacing her grin in sudden realization,
“I’ve been abandoned again.”
From Within…
By: Celiex/Sorrel
Chapter 1
Not again. Tonight I had been thrown out from the Angel night parties for who knows how many times, it was becoming a repetitive thing. They never accepted me, mostly because, well—I’m not an angel. I’m a Neko, with the heart of an angel and someone who wants to be one. It’s difficult to live on my own. But I do it anyway, since I have no one to run to. So tonight, I lay against a tree trunk, head slightly tilted as I fall asleep at sunset, belly surprisingly full for the first time after sneaking some food from the party before being kicked out. But tonight, life would change.
I woke up to screeching and roaring and men yelling back and forth. I blinked twice before opening my eyes enough to where I could see blurs and outlines of people—a girl…. with ears like me, and a dragon. This surprised me greatly; so I wearily stood up, sleep still taking over me in a half-conscious state. I rub my eyes quickly so that I could see the action taking in front of me, although they probably don’t see me at all since they’re too busy. I decide that’s a good thing. The dragon roared when I finally was awake enough to run forward a couple feet, only to freeze as the creature fell the ground, eyes closing and the men running away with the strange girl thrashing in thick, leather straps. The last sound I heard was a large screech and hiss before everything was silent except for the occasional wind.
I ran farther, kneeling beside the dragon. It wasn’t that big, maybe the length of one of those thin trees, and wide as a huge oak tree. It blew smoke out of its nostril in a huge sigh, it’s chest slowly rising and falling in a thick sleep. It would be awhile before it would wake up, so I went to get some berries or something to hold me over. Depending on how long I had, I’d catch a deer and cook it for the both of us. This was my chance to never be alone again, no matter who or what they were…
It began to make sounds, barely moving its front claws and wiggling its snout. Maybe because it smelled the meat I was cooking? I let the food settle over the fire I made, running over to the creature, sitting on my legs with my knees into front of me. Suddenly, its eyes shot open and it gripped my leg in a serious grip, almost painful enough to scream. I could have sworn that for the first few seconds I saw nothing but the shine of its pupil and darkness surrounding me…
My eyes finally focus once more, and the creature’s hand contracted slowly…only, when I saw its form, it was girl instead. I jumped up, a silent scream running around in my head. As its hand was loosening its grip, it looked up with those similar dragon-like eyes. “Uhh…. Hello? Are—“
“Where’s Celiex?” she stood up abruptly, small red wings sticking out of her back.
“Sorry…. Who?” I ask feverishly. “Celiex!” she snapped back, “Those ignorant, power-hungry men took her!” Her wings were now large enough for take off, flaring every second or so, but before she flew up, I grabbed her forearm. “Let me come with you,” I told her, not wanting to be left here alone again,” You don’t have to carry me, just tell me where they took her.” A cold stare looked in to mine, a tickle springing down my spine.
“You’re actually serious… Never met a mortal who cared for a Neko or… Riyu….” She held out a thin, graceful hand, “The Name’s Sora—Meaning sky” I shook it pensively, watching as a red mark streaked across her hand in a second, almost like light reflecting off of dragon scales. “And of course I’ll carry you, you have no wings,” she giggled as a joke. I hastily stopped her, trying not to seem rude or hurt her feelings, “I’m no mortal, Sora, I am a Neko… Who, Uhh—wishes to be an angel” I take off my cute, black beret to reveal black ears and untuck my night colored tail that flowed like the wind. She looked over me, almost in disgust at that fact.
“Hmm, well, that could be a problem.”
“How so?” I ask. Sora looked away for a moment, gathering her words. “Celiex doesn’t take to other Nekos too well. She’s a rogue…we found each other one day and she was abandoned by her family.”
“Well, I just hope she doesn’t try to attack me, I have no fighting abilities in my other form… I suppose I’ll take my chances.” Sora nodded, “Well, I won’t let her hurt you when I’m around, she listens well to me, so there’s nothing to be worried about.” .” I released the tension in my chest at that news, but before we went, we enjoyed a nice meal of deer that I gladly saw that she enjoyed. Sora finished her portion off quickly and held out her arm. “Hold on” She suddenly took shape as the semi large dragon she is as I grab tighter to her large neck and was lifted into the skies…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 2
“So… You still haven’t told me where we are going!” I yell over the wind passing on either side of me, along with heavy drops of rain soaking me from head to toe.
“It’s a nearby part of the forest, they always take her there. They’ve tried taking me before, since they see my dragon wings as a human, but ever since I killed some of the fighting men, they’ve left me alone. They took Celiex’s dagger, so she isn’t as strong and they continue to trap her and bring her back to the same place!” Sora explained, “They may be strong, but they sure are dumb. So, what’s your name?” As they were up in the sky, they continued to call out so that they could be heard, “My name?” I ask, “It’s Hikari….” Sora snorted some smoke, blowing a small line of flames in front of us so that she could see well through the dark, rainy clouds. The flames gently grazed past my arms before disappearing in the cold air.
“Tell me what your name means.” Sora told me. “Shouldn’t you know?” I questioned her, since she seems pretty knowledgeable.
“’Course I do… But I want to hear you say it” She told me, eyes still straightforward as she tipped her wings to the right, swaying in another direction. I sighed, knowing there was no way to hide the one thing that directed me to knowing I should’ve been an angel, “Light…Shining light” I mumble, hoping she hadn’t heard me—but she did. I could tell because she twitched her ears, but she said no more.
A couple minutes later she called for me to hold on tight and we went hurtling toward Earth, my soft, red hair thrashing every which way. When she finally slowed down and landed on the ground, she roared so loud, I’m sure anything could hear her for miles.
“Go hide, you’ll be injured if you stay!” Sora ordered me, whipping her tail at the men behind her and beating her front paws in the air to scare the men. I retreated—As I was told, though guilt suppressed my stomach as I ran through some silky curtains and into a small hut. There were animal skins as carpets, soft under my thin converses that were very much worn down. What else would you expect after finding shoes in the trash? My amber eyes were so wide, I had to blink multiple times before they began to become wet again. A vial sat quietly in the corner of the room, laid perfectly on a stone shelf, apparently just built since chisels and a hammer lay on the floor. Its engravings were beautiful, I noticed, lifting it gently into my hands, folding it over the glass and running my fingers down its glossy figure, taking in it’s strange—but tempting offer—to drink it.
A wild screech from outside made me tense up, so I ran to the curtains and took a glance at the action that I feel as though I should be taking place in…’I told Sora that I knew no defenses, I’m sure that’s why she had me shelter in safety?’ I thought tiredly before looking back at the vial. I questioned its contents, so I just stashed it in my jean pocket, besides; it was small. I sustained interest in all of the items surrounding me, so I roamed around some more.
A light had appeared in the corner of the room; a square glass container trapped an item inside. I slowly approached till I was nose to nose with a black, crystallized feather. Although nothing could reach it, once I closed in toward it, it seemed as though a light wind curled its tips in a motherly manner.
The encasing was too strong to break off—I found out the hard way and ended up straining my fingers until their tips were red and marked with temporary lines.
“What am I doing?” I said to myself, placing my hands on my forehead, “I’m steeling the men’s precious items out of my own greed and curiosity.” But even though I swore not to take or place my finger on anything else, I noticed another object that I seemed drawn to. This item was twitching, held down by the same leather straps that had held Celiex down the first time I had seen her—The only time I had seen her. To my disgust, my Neko instincts kicked in, (Although I always try to ignore them) and I realized this feeling was coming from outside. I pressed the palm of my index finger on the hard covering of the—dagger? Is that what it was? If so… this wasn’t mine. It was Celiex’s.
Before I could stop it, the straps unlocked and the dagger flew to my black tail and it instantly folded around the weapon’s surface, the soft enamel making me…. purr?
“No!” I screamed, trying to pull the dagger from my curled tail. It was making me act more like a Neko than I enjoyed. “I’ve spent too much time ignoring these feelings, I won’t let you destroy my times of effort!”
“Hikari?” Sora’s voice interrupted my dispute, and most embarrassing—it was with my tail…She walked in, eyes widening when she sees the dagger in my tail.
“Uh—I can explain!” I almost shout, but my voice becoming hoarse, absolutely terrified to get in trouble. “No need,” Sora giggled, “That dagger must have sensed your ‘Neko presence’ and thought you were Celiex. Its power is still young, so it easily makes mistakes. Soon it’ll know Celiex right down to her core.” She made a silent chuckle, hands on her hips. Celiex walked in unexpectedly, her eyes grazing right over Sora and aiming at me. At that moment, I rated her as the most professional Neko I had ever seen. Her figure was lean and powerful and she took no interest in hiding her ragged light brown ears or thrashing tail. A black band lay across the top-most part of her head, hair slightly waving from the rainy wind that engulfed her from outside. Buckle after buckle caressed her body on her pitch-black outfit that was snug at the top and flared into ruffles at her thighs. A bow an arrow was held to her back by a brown, Indian–styled strap.
She held out her hand. The dagger that was wrapped securely in my tail was uncurled and flew straight to Celiex. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the dagger rubbed against her hand and purred more lovingly than it had for me. I gulped and let out a breath of relief, not exactly feeling as strange as I did when that thing was held in my tail. “I—uh, so you won?” I asked, voice small and nervous, trying to change the subject without sounding stupid to Celiex. She looked as though she could be easily disappointed. “Sure did,” Sora smiled, walked over next to Celiex and placing her arm over her friend’s shoulder, “And now that Celiex has her dagger, her powers will increase and there’s no way she’ll be able to be captured again, right?” she asked her companion. Celiex didn’t answer, just turned to me.
“What were you doing with Arashi?” Were the first, cold words that came from her mouth. “A—Arashi?” I asked, never hearing that name before. Sora answered me, “It means storm, a spirit lives inside the dagger. It’s a baby wild cat that is named Arashi,” she looked lovingly to Celiex, who was looking away. Down at the floor. “She received Arashi when she was young, they’ve been together ever since. But, since he hasn’t grown, neither have the weapon’s powers.”
“We’re worried.” Celiex whispered, caressing ‘Arashi’ in her hands. I felt as though I wanted to cry when I glanced into Celiex’s eyes. “I—I’m sorry…”
Sora nodded to me, whispering into Celiex’s ear. I couldn’t hear, but I guessed it was about what had happened the dag—I mean, Arashi.
“It’s fine, just don’t let her touch him again.” Celiex growled and twisted around, storming out of the hut to leave us in silence. I looked to the floor, hands layered over top of one another and strands of my hair fell across my face. I hadn’t meant to, why was that so hard to understand?
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Here's a picture of Arashi once his spirit is released into this form from the dagger.
~~~~~~~Chapter 3
Night had fallen rapidly. I spent most of my hours playing with small knick knacks that I found in the same hut with Arashi. It was hard to be talking about an object like that, but at the same time it was as though I was referring to the creature inside. I wanted to see Arashi, I mean really wanted to see him. It was curiosity that killed the cat…so maybe I should back off a bit.
“Hikari, I’ve got dinner,” Sora came into the hut, which was beginning to feel more like it was my own room, “Celiex hunted it down and prepared it—I cooked it thoroughly. I think its deer again, hope you don’t mind.” I nodded thankfully, taking the plate it my hand. A rush of steam warmed my hands and I was grateful for it, glad that they had plates in the camp because using a leaf would not be fun or easy. Sora knelt down in front of me right before I was about to take a bite of my food. I was practically starving!
“You know, you don’t have to stay here. I know you still have dreams to fulfill, and there must be someone out there who can help,” Sora encouraged me, “And besides, Celiex and I won’t be staying for too many days.” That’s all she said. Another word never came across her mind and she lifted herself up and was through the curtains in seconds. I took a bite of the deer and instantly, juices swirled around my tongue. It was perfectly hot and fresh made—just how I like it. I thought of her offers of support to my ‘broken dream’ as she calls it, almost like she doesn’t want it to happen. When she spoke to me, her voice was slightly cold and empty, no emotion whatsoever.
It just wasn’t like Sora…She went from happy and helpful to…a bit cranky and awkward. I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t have to leave to find a way, Sora, whether you truly care or not,” I slipped out the vial and looked over it, “I’ll take my chances of a broken dream, starting with this bottle.” I uncorked the top and drank the misty liquid to the very—last—drop…
I fell to the floor, the furs of animal skins brushing me from my arms to my legs. My vision was blurred and I felt weak, except for my back which was in so much pain, I couldn’t even scream. I was tensed up and my senses were anything but straight. Before I could tell what was going on around me, a shriek made everything fall into total…darkness…
“Celiex! Get in here! Quick!” Sora’s voice echoed throughout the camp as Celiex rushed to her side, pulling the curtains of the hut aside.
“What did she do?” Celiex screeched, tail beating to the pressure in her chest. Anxiety instantly filled the room and I still wasn’t awake (Maybe a little more or less conscious instead?) I felt like I had just passed out and couldn’t fully regain either sleep or consciousness. An arm shook me, but it just made it worse. Voices were whispering calmly into my ear, but it was no use—I couldn’t make out a sound as a tearing, ripping pain replaced the agonizing throbbing that had kept contracting across my back. Two gasps are all I made out that seemed to surround me all of a sudden.
“Sh—she’s…” Sora stuttered. An unfamiliar voice sounded overtop of me.
“…An Angel of Darkness.”
images2.fanpop.com/images/answers/17000/17702_1243735534120_400_300.jpg This is what Hikari looks like, except now with black angel wings. (You all know what Celiex looks like XD Its my siggy pic.
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~~~~~Chapter 4
…An Angel of Darkness
…An Angel of Darkness
These words repeated constantly in my mind, and cold chains grasped my wrists in a distressing strength, but didn’t side track me from the real excruciating pain on my back. Did I care? No. Did it matter that an ambition so strong lead to pain and disaster? No. Did I feel guilt for almost killing a friend in a sleep that took me over? No. Do I feel pathetic for knowing that I’m being held hostage by a Riyu, Neko and some other strange being that I have no idea who they are? Yes. I am Hikari…Or as they call me while I’m asleep…Kuro (meaning Black since they say I have ‘dark’ dreams).
“Are you sure that the men said nothing about this potion…or an antidote out of all the times you’ve been here?” Sora asked Celiex outside of my hut. I wasn’t deaf, I could hear them! During their conversation, they walked in, whispering into each other’s ears and glancing at me from time to time until I’d had enough.
“How about you two just be quiet and leave me to be the beautiful creature I am?” I starred them down, my wings the color of night. I dared them with my gaze to talk some more about me, but Celiex growled in pure outrage and hatred, “Yeah, more like hideous, careless dark angel to me! Being a Neko was a passionate gift and you threw that all away!” Her voice had so many vocalizations I could barely understand her—unfortunately, I managed to make out her words. I opened my mouth to reject her anger right back at her, but Sora scraped my arm with the tip of her wing, small droplets of blood running down my skin. Ever since I drank that potion, Sora hasn’t given me any sympathy or friendliness. Only hostility and frustration, just—like—Celiex. No wonder they were friends.
“Get up.” Sora ordered me, sparks of fire enlightened on her fingertips. I snorted in disrespect,
“What for?”
“Do what you’re told” Sora snapped, dragon-eyes cold as she walked through the silk-curtained entrance. I was tempted to roll my eyes, but I managed to keep them still, only to squint them instead as I steadily stood up, hands in tight fists. I wordlessly aimed for her neck, imagining my fist charging into her veins, but a quick glance from her left and I was still once more…
“Celiex” Sora came down behind her in mid-air, so gentle as though not one thought of hate intercepted her mind—but that was no where true. Sora was angered at Hikari for what she had done, she should’ve known better, and in turn she hurt people that she no longer seemed to care about.
“What” Celiex hissed softly, chewing on some leftover food that had been cooked the night Hikari changed, Arashi in her lap—in spirit form. He was curled up tightly in between her legs, purring strong and soft. His fur lightly ruffled by the slight wind that swirled in the air. His curved ears added a delicate touch to his cute features and tiny shades of black (Which was a sign that gave away many spirit animals) lined his muzzle in a handsome fashion. His golden coat was the color of the evening sun, dropping over the horizon. Arashi’s tail was surprisingly long, curling around Celiex’s arm in an affectionate manner. Arashi devoted all of his life to Celiex, and Celiex always did the same for him. Sora sat down, her skirt ruffles becoming disheveled in a bout of wind as she crossed her legs.
“Her mind and memory have been half removed and lost somewhere in her mind, you can’t blame her for not understand who or—.”
“—what she used to be, I know.” Her eyes were clouded, swallowed in thought. Celiex held one leg close to her chest, trying to comfort herself although Arashi’s love was quite enough as he rearranged himself onto her other leg which was spread out, heel digging into the dirt. Sora put her arm over Celiex’s shoulders and she in turn smiled at her partner and then continued to stare into space, a frown replacing her grin in sudden realization,
“I’ve been abandoned again.”
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