A Demon's Love
Her wings were torn, and she was bleeding badly. She walked through the Makai looking for anyone to help her. She wore a short blue skirt that was cut slanted at the bottom and a blue backless top with two ribbons that tied in the back just above and below her large white wings. She had wavy light blue hair with green streaks and silver eyes. Small pink and white flowers seemed to grow out of her hair. She wore light blue slippers with a band on her ankles that hung pink and white beads.
She was bruised and tired. She could barely walk. She just had barely escaped a vicious attack by a bunch of demon thieves. Her silver bow constantly slipped out of her hand and her quiver of rose arrows was empty. She had to find shelter soon and get some medicine. The deep cut in her side oozed a dark red liquid marring her shirt and skirt. She looked amongst the trees for any makeshift shelter. Then she saw it. The wooden planks of a ladder stuck out form a sanctuary of leaves and vines. Through the dense of layer of leaves and flowers, she could make out a small tree-house. She tried to fly, but winced in pain when she flapped her tattered and broken wings. Shakily, she climbed up the ladder.
She walked into a simply furnished house with many plants. Makeshift wooden tables and furniture made up a small kitchen and living room. Running to the cabinets, she rummaged through the owner's things to find any healing plants. The pain in her side intensified. Finding none, she stumbled through the house and found a small bedroom with a bed of leaves and vines. She couldn't take it. Stumbling, she collapse on the bed and fell to sleep.
Kurama walked through the forest on his way home. He was still under punishment for stealing the Forlorn Hope and was forbidden to leave the Makai. As he neared his tree-house, he smelled the faint smell of blood. Even in his human form at the moment, he could smell it plain as day. He looked on the path and found small spots of blood. He followed where they led and found it leading up into his tree-house. Thinking someone was robbing his home, he quickly scrambled up the ladder. He found his house in shambles bottles of plant concoctions were scattered all over the floor broken with an array of juices and blood mixing on the wooden floor. Chairs were toppled over and all the cupboards hung open.
"Who's there?" he called out as he readied his Rose Whip.
He stalked quietly through his small home following what trail of blood was left after most of it was washed away from his plant juices. He walked quietly into room and found the cause of all the mess. He found a small fairy, who was badly injured, sleeping on his bed. He ran to her side and examined her. Her wings were badly torn and broken, and he found a deep cut in he side surrounded by dried blood. Kind human emotions ran through his heart as he ran to make a healing paste. 'I've been spending too much time with humans,' he thought as he crushed leaves into a bowl. 'But she is rather cute when she sleeps.'
He walked to an unopen cupboard and pulled a blanket he brought back from the Ningekai. With the bowl and blanked in hand, he quietly walked into his room. Covering her with the blanket in a way she wouldn't be seen, he gently removed her clothes and spread the paste on her soft pale skin and on her white wings. He tried not to blush in the process. He put her right in a splint so the bone could set and begin to heal. He would asked her later what she was doing here when she woke. He walked out of the room with clothing to be washed.
Her wings were torn, and she was bleeding badly. She walked through the Makai looking for anyone to help her. She wore a short blue skirt that was cut slanted at the bottom and a blue backless top with two ribbons that tied in the back just above and below her large white wings. She had wavy light blue hair with green streaks and silver eyes. Small pink and white flowers seemed to grow out of her hair. She wore light blue slippers with a band on her ankles that hung pink and white beads.
She was bruised and tired. She could barely walk. She just had barely escaped a vicious attack by a bunch of demon thieves. Her silver bow constantly slipped out of her hand and her quiver of rose arrows was empty. She had to find shelter soon and get some medicine. The deep cut in her side oozed a dark red liquid marring her shirt and skirt. She looked amongst the trees for any makeshift shelter. Then she saw it. The wooden planks of a ladder stuck out form a sanctuary of leaves and vines. Through the dense of layer of leaves and flowers, she could make out a small tree-house. She tried to fly, but winced in pain when she flapped her tattered and broken wings. Shakily, she climbed up the ladder.
She walked into a simply furnished house with many plants. Makeshift wooden tables and furniture made up a small kitchen and living room. Running to the cabinets, she rummaged through the owner's things to find any healing plants. The pain in her side intensified. Finding none, she stumbled through the house and found a small bedroom with a bed of leaves and vines. She couldn't take it. Stumbling, she collapse on the bed and fell to sleep.
Kurama walked through the forest on his way home. He was still under punishment for stealing the Forlorn Hope and was forbidden to leave the Makai. As he neared his tree-house, he smelled the faint smell of blood. Even in his human form at the moment, he could smell it plain as day. He looked on the path and found small spots of blood. He followed where they led and found it leading up into his tree-house. Thinking someone was robbing his home, he quickly scrambled up the ladder. He found his house in shambles bottles of plant concoctions were scattered all over the floor broken with an array of juices and blood mixing on the wooden floor. Chairs were toppled over and all the cupboards hung open.
"Who's there?" he called out as he readied his Rose Whip.
He stalked quietly through his small home following what trail of blood was left after most of it was washed away from his plant juices. He walked quietly into room and found the cause of all the mess. He found a small fairy, who was badly injured, sleeping on his bed. He ran to her side and examined her. Her wings were badly torn and broken, and he found a deep cut in he side surrounded by dried blood. Kind human emotions ran through his heart as he ran to make a healing paste. 'I've been spending too much time with humans,' he thought as he crushed leaves into a bowl. 'But she is rather cute when she sleeps.'
He walked to an unopen cupboard and pulled a blanket he brought back from the Ningekai. With the bowl and blanked in hand, he quietly walked into his room. Covering her with the blanket in a way she wouldn't be seen, he gently removed her clothes and spread the paste on her soft pale skin and on her white wings. He tried not to blush in the process. He put her right in a splint so the bone could set and begin to heal. He would asked her later what she was doing here when she woke. He walked out of the room with clothing to be washed.