He fell to the ground, tired beyond words. For four days he had no rest.
For four days, he had hunted the beasts that had taken his friend.
"Who would have thought that they could be so damn vicious?" He spoke to the air, his tired mind hearing laughter, where there was only wind.
He got back up to his feet with great effort and continued on through the forest he found himself in. He wouldn't leave Silver Fang here, not with those.'things'.
Putting one foot in front of the other, he forced himself to move, his elvish sight allowing him to see in the rapidly approaching darkness. The tracks were easy enough to follow, there had been hundreds of the creatures after all, but his strength was nearing its end. All too soon he stumbled and fell, his body hitting the forest floor hard.
It was the soft slide of fur against his cheek that brought Celtic back into the waking world. He opened his eyes and came face to face with green. A lot of green fur.
He tried to move his head to figure out who owned all this, but his movement alerted the creature. It jumped off the elf, allowing him to get up. After he had caught his breath, Celtic looked around for whatever it was. He didn't have to look too far, for it was standing just a few feet away.
He would have called a cute little thing with its big ears, furry face and all.
He would have, except for the wicked gleam resting in its eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments longer, before the creature approached him again. It came right up close to his face, staring into his eyes before turning and looking at.his ears?
It was! It seemed fascinated by his ears, reaching out one clawed hand to touch the pointed tip. Celtic, for his part, stayed still, afraid of any damager to one of the most sensitive parts of his body. As it was, he did shiver when he felt the claw gently trace the whole length of it. When it moved to repeat the action, Celtic finally backed off.
"Alright. That's enough, you're getting a little too personal." He stared at the thing. 'Only Dark has that right and he's not here right now.' The thing cocked its head at him.
"Am I?" The elf blinked.
"You can talk?"
"I just did, didn't I?"
"Well yes."
"Then I can talk." It nodded its head once more and then moved over to him. "You have nice ears, need fur though, that way you won't shiver."
"I like my ears the way they are, thank-you, and why do you keep coming closer?" He backed away again and found himself pressed against the trunk of a tree. It moved closer again, it's head level with his chest.
"You smell nice and the forest likes you. It doesn't like many here, but that's because we're mostly fiend types."
"Like those creatures." He growled. The green furry thing blinked.
"Are you talking about the Kuriboh?"
"If they're the puffballs with claws and feet, than yes, I'm talking about them."
"It's not their fault!" Celtic was taken aback by the little outburst.
"So, it's not their fault that they kidnapped my friend?" Little green eyes blinked in confusion.
"They've kidnapped this time? Is that why you are in the forest?" Celtic nodded. "Maybe you can help us then." Red eyes narrowed.
"And why would I want to do that? I don't even know who you are."
"True, true. I'm Feral Imp." He had to smirk at the name.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Feral shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe you're just good at guessing?" The little imp nearly succeeded in looking innocent while saying that too.
Celtic sighed and slumped down to sit at the base of the tree. No food, exhaustion and confusion were finally catching up to him, again.
"I don't think I can be of much help to you. In this state, I can't even save my friend." 'Or return to Dark.' He winced at that last thought. The Imp looked him over once and then circled around him. When it was back in front of him it's expression showed its concern.
"You are weak right now. But no worries. I'll take you too Dian, she can help you." Celtic looked up at it.
"Who?"
"The Cure Master! She not far. Come, I will help you." It did help Celtic get to his feet and then half draped the elf over itself as they walked through the forest. Whoever this Cure Master was, he hoped she could help. He didn't want it to end here, over something like stupidity and exhaustion.
Not with Silver Fang in trouble and Dark waiting for him.
Gaia watched his friend turn and pace the hall again. It was amusing to say the least, to see the most powerful Spellcaster acting like a lovesick puppy. He smirked at the mental image that gave him of Dark with big floppy ears and a tail. His friend was already mad enough about him saying he acted like a girl.
But he did.
Well.sometimes.
He shook away those thought when, first his nose and then his eyes told him food had arrived in the main hall. As the tables started filling up wit the other cards and guests Gaia finally got up and stopped the pacing magician. He smiled when Dark glared at him. "I promised your elf that I'd make sure you ate, remember?" Dark glared some more.
"I will, alright, just not right now."
"Don't believe him!" Gaia laughed as Dark glared, err, 'darkly' at the card who spoken from the table. Since Celtic had left this fight was a common occurrence now and the other cards had taken to helping out.
"Your outnumbered, Dark." He ignored his friend's protests as he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him to the tables.
"Time to eat."
Celtic leaned heavily on the Imp. His strength was fading faster than he would have liked, but Feral kept reassuring him that they weren't far.
"I can't keep this up, I'm too weak." He whispered to himself, but the other heard him anyways.
"You're not weak, just tired. You'll be better soon. See, house is right there!" He lifted his head and saw what the imp was referring to. It was a little hut, placed among the trees and it gave off the same type of aura and elf would.
The one who resided in there cared for those in need. As they neared the hut, the door opened and out came and elderly, heavy-set women, with green hair. She took one look at the two of them and shook her head.
"Well Feral, you always seem to find them." She smiled kindly at Celtic as she walked over and supported his other side. Together they managed to get him inside and onto a bed. He thankfully sank down into it and closed his eyes. A light touch on his forehead, followed by a white light entering his mind caused his body to relax.
He sighed as all his pain and weariness was washed away, leaving him feeling refreshed and whole. But soon the light hit a barrier within him, a place it did not have permission to enter. He heard the Cure Master's start of surprise.
"You are bound, and not just to one, but two? How can that be?" Celtic smiled. "One bond is to another card and it is out of love that we have a bond. The other is to the Pharaoh, who holds claim over my card." The light receded from within him and he was finally able to get up. He turned and saw that Feral was looking at him in awe. He cocked his head to the side, a gesture for the other to speak. The Imp looked away for a moment before doing so.
"A card such as yourself is part of the Pharaoh's Deck? But you don't seem all that powerful?" the elf smiled sadly.
"I'm not that powerful, no and right now I'm not part of the Deck. But if all goes well, I will be and if it doesn't-" He shrugged, but continued the sentence in his mind.
'Then I'll lay down and die.'
"Who would have thought that they could be so damn vicious?" He spoke to the air, his tired mind hearing laughter, where there was only wind.
He got back up to his feet with great effort and continued on through the forest he found himself in. He wouldn't leave Silver Fang here, not with those.'things'.
Putting one foot in front of the other, he forced himself to move, his elvish sight allowing him to see in the rapidly approaching darkness. The tracks were easy enough to follow, there had been hundreds of the creatures after all, but his strength was nearing its end. All too soon he stumbled and fell, his body hitting the forest floor hard.
It was the soft slide of fur against his cheek that brought Celtic back into the waking world. He opened his eyes and came face to face with green. A lot of green fur.
He tried to move his head to figure out who owned all this, but his movement alerted the creature. It jumped off the elf, allowing him to get up. After he had caught his breath, Celtic looked around for whatever it was. He didn't have to look too far, for it was standing just a few feet away.
He would have called a cute little thing with its big ears, furry face and all.
He would have, except for the wicked gleam resting in its eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments longer, before the creature approached him again. It came right up close to his face, staring into his eyes before turning and looking at.his ears?
It was! It seemed fascinated by his ears, reaching out one clawed hand to touch the pointed tip. Celtic, for his part, stayed still, afraid of any damager to one of the most sensitive parts of his body. As it was, he did shiver when he felt the claw gently trace the whole length of it. When it moved to repeat the action, Celtic finally backed off.
"Alright. That's enough, you're getting a little too personal." He stared at the thing. 'Only Dark has that right and he's not here right now.' The thing cocked its head at him.
"Am I?" The elf blinked.
"You can talk?"
"I just did, didn't I?"
"Well yes."
"Then I can talk." It nodded its head once more and then moved over to him. "You have nice ears, need fur though, that way you won't shiver."
"I like my ears the way they are, thank-you, and why do you keep coming closer?" He backed away again and found himself pressed against the trunk of a tree. It moved closer again, it's head level with his chest.
"You smell nice and the forest likes you. It doesn't like many here, but that's because we're mostly fiend types."
"Like those creatures." He growled. The green furry thing blinked.
"Are you talking about the Kuriboh?"
"If they're the puffballs with claws and feet, than yes, I'm talking about them."
"It's not their fault!" Celtic was taken aback by the little outburst.
"So, it's not their fault that they kidnapped my friend?" Little green eyes blinked in confusion.
"They've kidnapped this time? Is that why you are in the forest?" Celtic nodded. "Maybe you can help us then." Red eyes narrowed.
"And why would I want to do that? I don't even know who you are."
"True, true. I'm Feral Imp." He had to smirk at the name.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Feral shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe you're just good at guessing?" The little imp nearly succeeded in looking innocent while saying that too.
Celtic sighed and slumped down to sit at the base of the tree. No food, exhaustion and confusion were finally catching up to him, again.
"I don't think I can be of much help to you. In this state, I can't even save my friend." 'Or return to Dark.' He winced at that last thought. The Imp looked him over once and then circled around him. When it was back in front of him it's expression showed its concern.
"You are weak right now. But no worries. I'll take you too Dian, she can help you." Celtic looked up at it.
"Who?"
"The Cure Master! She not far. Come, I will help you." It did help Celtic get to his feet and then half draped the elf over itself as they walked through the forest. Whoever this Cure Master was, he hoped she could help. He didn't want it to end here, over something like stupidity and exhaustion.
Not with Silver Fang in trouble and Dark waiting for him.
Gaia watched his friend turn and pace the hall again. It was amusing to say the least, to see the most powerful Spellcaster acting like a lovesick puppy. He smirked at the mental image that gave him of Dark with big floppy ears and a tail. His friend was already mad enough about him saying he acted like a girl.
But he did.
Well.sometimes.
He shook away those thought when, first his nose and then his eyes told him food had arrived in the main hall. As the tables started filling up wit the other cards and guests Gaia finally got up and stopped the pacing magician. He smiled when Dark glared at him. "I promised your elf that I'd make sure you ate, remember?" Dark glared some more.
"I will, alright, just not right now."
"Don't believe him!" Gaia laughed as Dark glared, err, 'darkly' at the card who spoken from the table. Since Celtic had left this fight was a common occurrence now and the other cards had taken to helping out.
"Your outnumbered, Dark." He ignored his friend's protests as he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him to the tables.
"Time to eat."
Celtic leaned heavily on the Imp. His strength was fading faster than he would have liked, but Feral kept reassuring him that they weren't far.
"I can't keep this up, I'm too weak." He whispered to himself, but the other heard him anyways.
"You're not weak, just tired. You'll be better soon. See, house is right there!" He lifted his head and saw what the imp was referring to. It was a little hut, placed among the trees and it gave off the same type of aura and elf would.
The one who resided in there cared for those in need. As they neared the hut, the door opened and out came and elderly, heavy-set women, with green hair. She took one look at the two of them and shook her head.
"Well Feral, you always seem to find them." She smiled kindly at Celtic as she walked over and supported his other side. Together they managed to get him inside and onto a bed. He thankfully sank down into it and closed his eyes. A light touch on his forehead, followed by a white light entering his mind caused his body to relax.
He sighed as all his pain and weariness was washed away, leaving him feeling refreshed and whole. But soon the light hit a barrier within him, a place it did not have permission to enter. He heard the Cure Master's start of surprise.
"You are bound, and not just to one, but two? How can that be?" Celtic smiled. "One bond is to another card and it is out of love that we have a bond. The other is to the Pharaoh, who holds claim over my card." The light receded from within him and he was finally able to get up. He turned and saw that Feral was looking at him in awe. He cocked his head to the side, a gesture for the other to speak. The Imp looked away for a moment before doing so.
"A card such as yourself is part of the Pharaoh's Deck? But you don't seem all that powerful?" the elf smiled sadly.
"I'm not that powerful, no and right now I'm not part of the Deck. But if all goes well, I will be and if it doesn't-" He shrugged, but continued the sentence in his mind.
'Then I'll lay down and die.'