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The Dragon's Hoard
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She has lived in relative peace in the Makai for thousands of years. While Se was away from her territory, a strange being settled down in it. Alternate Universe H/OC
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Alpha
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Chapter One ~ Sericeous
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She stood calmly, trying not to let the strange boy know that she was very shaken up. The Minotaur had scared her out of her wits, and he surely wasn't helping matters with his dark blue hair, and red eyes. Se was fairly certain that she had heard that human hair was more in the earth tones. And the more that she thought of it, she was also more certain that humans didn't have red eyes. Definately not such dark red eyes as to seem to glow whenever the sunlight hit them just so.
A demon. What else could he have been? Maybe even a Devil.
Scowling to show her displeasure to the creature, she spoke in the speech used more often by demons, Demoniac. She hated using this tongue; it was gruff, and not at all something that she liked to communicate with, so she only spoke in it when speaking with demons, or other beings that she wasn't particularily pleased with. "Your kind is not welcome in these parts, demon. Though . . ." her scowl deepened, "Though you saved my life from the Minotaur, I must ask you to leave these lands. To find easier game. We will not bend to you or any minions that you have brought to our lands."
He raised one delicate eyebrow, and asked in basic human speech in an almost mocking tone, "Demon?"
Se refused to deter from the language that she had chosen, "I certainly have never seen a human with red eyes. It's obvious that you are a demon."
"I am not a demon," he said in the Faerie Tongue.
Gasps escaped from the Faerie throats around them, and Se tried to show that she was unruffled by his display of knowledge of the language. It succeeded, but the stranger seemed to see through it, and he chuckled. Only Faeries and the very educated knew the Tongue of the Faerie Folk, so he was probably an old creature. The Faerie Tongue did suit his smooth voice, but if he did turn out to be a Devil of some sort then he had no right to speak in it.
"Then what is your business here if not to draw out every black thing on this earth to set loose upon us?"
He scowled slightly, looking at the bodies about him askance - pausing slightly when his eyes trailed over the Faerie bodies - and said in the Faerie Tongue, "I did not mean to cause any deaths here. I will leave if you still wish to not see my face."
This caused Se to pause, and she cleared her voice, claiming in the simple human tongue, "I propose a mind probe. If you are not a demon or any other evil creature, you may stay as long as you like . . . you did save my life."
He was silent for a long time before declaring in the human tongue, following her example, "I propose a Doushi."
Se's heart stopped as all around her the chattering of the other creatures ceased. He spoke of an ancient act that none but the most oldest of creatures knew about, which included Devils, Faeries, Some Elves, Phoenixes, the occasional odd human mage, and several other creatures of old age or immortality.
Doushi - in the ancient tongue - roughly meant 'same mind' or 'comrade,' but more often than not it was translated as 'kindred soul.' It was similar to a mind probe except without the telepathy. Two beings' souls would intermingle and mix, pushing aside all barriers that obstructed them to allow a perfect union. There would be no words or images or thoughts exchanged, only emotions. It would allow Se to feel what he felt and whether his intentions were good or evil. Se wouldn't be able to tell what species of beast or man he was though since no words or images or anything substantial would be shared between them. It was supposed to be a very intimate joining, and most couples used it as a means of marriage - those with the ability to do a Doushi *and* knew of its existance.
Beginning to breathe again, Se asked in the calmest voice that she could muster, "What have you to hide? Or are you really just proposing to me?"
"I have much to hide," he said.
A Doushi had a side effect, one that the married couples liked a lot - another reason why they did the Doushi. The two souls would be bonded forever. Se assumed that they would break away before the Doushi would become permanent, but there was a side effect to breaking away too. Riku meant 'agony of separation,' and it was what the separation before becoming permanently bonded was called. Se wasn't exactly certain what happened, but it was usually very painful, and the amount of pain was usually distributed evenly between the Doushi participants.
However, she had heard that the full force of the Riku could be distributed in any way.
"I will take the full brunt of the Riku," he stated, sheathing his sword.
She took a deep breath, trying not to shake, and she thought that she pulled it off, but the red eyes of the stranger made her rethink that. *He* certainly saw something. "If you are any type of evil creature, you will bear all of it, but if you are not-"
"I will give you a little, but nowhere near half or even a quarter." Se opened her mouth to protest, but he held out a hand to prevent her from speaking, "No. We will do it as such, or not at all."
"Which makes me wonder why I should even do a Doushi with you. I do not wish any harm done to you if you are a good-loving creature. Why do we not do the mind probe? There would be less risk."
"Suffice it to say that I just don't like mind probes."
"Which then makes me wonder why I should even try to find you out."
[It'll eat away at you,] something seemed to say in her mind; surprisingly, in the same voice as the stranger standing in front of her. [What would I do if you let me go without checking to see if I was good or evil? Would I continue on my merry little way or would I go find some other Nymph like you and . . . ?]
[You wouldn't. I think that I know a little bit of you by now,] telepathy. He knew telepathy? That narrowed her down to what kind creature he might be, but then again, there were hundreds of magical creatures with telepathic abilities.
"So what then? You think you know me now," he grinned, showing off a bright white smile of fangs. "What are you going to do?"
"If you harm *anything* in my realm, your people will have to scrape you off a rock to properly bury you."
Se just turned, and floated away, not even stopping to listen to him murmur, "Even if my people did bury their dead, they wouldn't want to bury me."
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Se held back a giggle as she watched a group of Faeries from afar 'at work.' She was currently high above in a tree, overlooking the tiny miscreants as they went from one end of the home to another, carrying sleeping garden snakes from the small garden over to the laundry basket filled with clothes. These garden snakes were completely harmless, but they had a defense mechanism against other creatures. Their skin looked exactly like a Golden Baby's which was one of the most poisonous snakes of the mountain range and surrounding lands. They were similar sizes too. Except for the darker yellow stripe on the garden snake's head, one would mistake it for a Golden Baby.
It would shock the housewife for all of a few minutes, but it was worth it to see the look on her face. Or so the more tiny of the Faerie Folk said.
The Faeries scattered when they heard the housewife start walking outside the back door. The old woman whistled quite happily as she walked over to the basket, bent over it to take out a load of wet clothes inside to hang them up, and shrieked to the high heavens.
Her husband stumbled out with an old sword in hand, looking about for enemies, and then she began to laugh, exclaiming, "Oh! It's those delightful Faeries again! They decided to come pay another visit!"
Her husband grumbled something under his breath, and then said, "Delightful! Ha!"
"Oh, hush, Giun! They don't do any harm!"
"They do *me* harm! Causing my heart to ache every half hour is doing me harm!"
"Nonsense, Giun! They remind me of our nephew!"
Giun got quiet, and kicked at a tuft of grass before murmuring, "That's what you said about that boy."
Boy?
"Yes . . . I did, but he was much more polite than our boy."
"A lot more."
She sighed softly, "He seemed like such a nice boy. I would have liked it if he settled down with us; he seemed like he needed a good home. He might have stayed a bit longer if you hadn't scared him away."
"Daradara, I did no such thing-"
"You did! You were so suspicious about the poor boy that he ran off!" She sighed rather dramatically, and said, "He needed a mother to take care of him!"
"No," Giun mumbled, "you need a son that you can look after."
Daradara didn't say anything; she just huffed, and began hanging up the wet laundry, ignoring the harmless golden garden snakes.
Giun and Daradara Fukikaeban were two of about ten humans that lived within a five mile radius of the mountain range. They were an old couple that had moved out there when they had married. Since the two were never able to reproduce, they never had any children, so when their nephew had been sent to down to live with them, Yuusuke Urameshi was a blessing. He died when he was only fourteen from a troll that had come up from the caves in Se's territory. Yuusuke had gone up to the Northern Lake Stream to see if he could see a dwarf one day, and then the next moment the troll lightly brushed him aside, snapping his neck. He probably didn't even know what had hit him.
Since he had died in her territory, Se had taken it upon herself to carry him to his aunt and uncle. It was one of the few times that she had ever touched another being that wasn't from the Faerie Folk. The other experiences were just as unpleasant.
Se brushed away bad memories, and tried to make sense of what the couple had just said. So, the stranger had passed through Chimimouryou's territory before going into Se's? And he hadn't caused the couple any harm. Daradara had even seemed to like him, though Giun was suspicious of him, but that was just Giun, and he had never been right about the characteristics of anyone before.
Then Giun said, "He had strange eyes, Daradara. Unnatural."
"So, he wasn't human! Who cares?! He was a nice boy!"
"I think that *he* was the one that brought these Faeries down upon us!"
"That's foolishness, and you know it."
"What if he was some incubus or something else strange and wrong?"
Daradara snorted, "Then you would have taken care of him, and that would have been that, but he didn't try to take our lives at all. He went around the house and helped out, and all you could say to him was, 'That's not the way we stack our wood,' or 'You stupid boy, you can't do anything right.' You said the silliest things to him, Giun, changing your mind every day! 'Don't sit at the table first! That's the man of the house's honor!' 'Don't eat first! Let Daradara have a bite first!' Or my personal favorite: 'Just sit down, and get out of the woman's way! She's setting the table, and doesn't need you to trip over!' The boy was only helping me!"
"What if he was a Devil, Daradara? His eyes!"
"So what? He never touched a hair on our heads."
"Then we aided the evil arts themselves by helping him!"
At this Daradara turned around, and appeared to look deep into Giun's soul as she said, "I helped a poor boy who was alone in this world, Giun. He needed a soft hand to show him that this world isn't all it's cracked up to be. It *can* be good to a person sometimes. Be he man or beast or Angel or Devil, I'd do it again."
And Daradara had the last word.
Se jumped at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, and she smiled when she saw that it was only Chimimouryou. The tiny Faerie murmured, "You've been sitting there for an hour, Se. Are you all right?"
"Yes . . . Yes, I'm fine," she said. "Would you like to come to my territory? There aren't any humans to have fun with, but I have some fine Faerie Drink for us to dabble in."
"No, thank you, Se . . . I think that you have a more pressing matter to attend to."
So, she knew too. Se's attempt to invite the younger Faerie over to avoid her other duty had been seen through. That's how flustered Se was over the pressing matter in question. Now, when Se returned home, she wouldn't have anything to do except what was expected of her. What had been expected of her for some time.
She hadn't thought of the stranger in her realm in over half a year. However, if she could be totally truthful with herself, Se would have admitted that she had thought of him every day, and that she hadn't thought of him for so long of a time in over half a year. Every half year or so of the past six years, Se would go up to the northern parts of her territory to the Northern Lake Stream, and ask him what he was doing in her territory. When he wouldn't answer, she would propose a mind probe.
Then he would get a strange look in his dark eyes, and then he would murmur another proposal of a Doushi, which she would down right refuse. Whenever Se came back from their meeting every half year, she always felt like someone was giggling in the pit of her stomach.
A Doushi was also a form of marriage after all, however, that part didn't seriously start to get to her until the last couple times she had approached him.
The last two times that Se had gone to the Northern Lake Stream, she had caught the stranger while he was bathing in the lake. While nudity usually didn't bother her, the only things that Se could think about were what the Faeries had said about him. When he had first appeared, she had asked some Faeries to watch him to see if he would do anything. However, either they didn't understand what exactly she had asked of them or they just wanted to see her blush - which was the most likely of the two - because all they had reported was how smooth his skin was, or how the few scars only made him more handsome, or how large he was.
Se could admit that his scars were lovely on his torturously smooth skin, but the last part she hadn't been able to determine on her own. What she had thought about the most when she had caught him in the act of bathing was that if he would only turn or twist just so, or stand up that she would be able to see this strange marvel whole.
Her journey to the Northen Lake Stream to visit the strange boy was slow, and she would often look down at the landscape below her, trying to think of what she would do tomorrow about an ailing tree, or a sick Faerie child, but her mind kept turning back to him and his lovely alizarin eyes in the shape of large almonds, and his fiery-shaped almost ebony blue hair. Did his skin really feel as soft as it look?
Frustrated with her lack of restraint, Se landed beside the stream that the Northern Lake Stream had created by going in a vague south east direction before joining with another stream.
From her vantage point, Se could see a Satyr drinking some kind of beverage, and sitting on the strange pile of large rocks that the Spriggan had placed down six years ago. They were strange creatures with the upper torso alike to that of a human's and the back legs of a goat to prance around on. He seemed to notice her, and waved in a quite drunken manner. Sighing, she walked northward, ignoring the creature.
Satyrs were rather 'fond' of Nymphs after all. In her youth, Se had ran amuck with them willingly, laughing merrily at their attempts to catch, tame, and bed her. However, she was much more older and mature, now. Besides, not all of the memories of her times with Satyrs had been good ones.
She heard him begin to chase after her, but Se paid him no mind. Unless he had something of metal with him - which wasn't likely - she would have no problems with him. However, she hoped that he did have metal with him, so that she could delay her visit just a bit longer.
The Satyr followed her from a distance at first, and by the time that the Satyr bagged enough courage to approach her, she was almost to her destination.
"Hey, what's a lovely Nymph like you doing in such a dump, eh?" He exclaimed.
Se turned coldly to him, and said, "If you find it displeasing to you, then I suggest that you don't say as such in front of she who watches over this plot of land."
He only chuckled, hiccuping afterwards, "Don't worry, I won't say a thing to her."
Then she smelled the fumes from his mouth, and almost choked on the horrid stench issuing from it. He had been drinking rather heavily - more so than a Satyr normally would - and now Se noticed it as he swayed slightly back and forth.
She snorted, and walked faster. He would leave her be soon enough when he realized that she absolutely wanted no business with him.
But then again, Satyrs were rather vivacious about a Nymph joining in on their drinking binges and fun. It didn't look like he had any kind of weapon on him, but he could be hiding anything flat on the inner side of his rust red vest. And daggers and stilettos would be flat enough to be hidden under there.
The River Nymph had just reached the outskirts of the area that she had been avoiding when she felt the wind shift just slightly.
He had no finesse.
A wild stab was made at her side, and Se dodged him immediately, floating a couple inches into the air and away from him. Hovering over the ground to a safe distance a couple feet away from him, she gauged his weapon, and then blinked in surprise. A silver dagger with sapphires embedded in the hilt. It was hideously gaudy. And it was heading straight at her.
She quickly dodged the blade, and keeled away, staring him down. Her attempt at this proved futile though because he was much too wasted to realize that he was in trouble.
Scowling slightly to show her displeasure, Se lifted her hand over her head, and summoned the wind to aid her. It swept him up in its grasp, and flung him into the rock face.
He groaned before standing up, and laughing, "You must be old to know a pretty little trick like that one."
Se did not answer him, only raising her other hand, bringing a wave of water from the stream to hover over her head menacingly. The Satyr stared up at the wave of water, and hiccuped, "Damn, bitch . . ."
"Leave me alone."
He narrowed his eyes at her, and laughed, "Now, why would I want to go and do that? Huh? You're not that bitch that owns this here land."
"Think again," she said calmly.
The wave was thrown over her head, and hit him straight on, sweeping him off his feet, and into the stream.
"Good job."
Se turned sharply to stare at the owner of that silky voice, and shuddered visibly.
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Chapter One ~ Sericeous
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The Dragon's Hoard
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She has lived in relative peace in the Makai for thousands of years. While Se was away from her territory, a strange being settled down in it. Alternate Universe H/OC
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Alpha
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Chapter One ~ Sericeous
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She stood calmly, trying not to let the strange boy know that she was very shaken up. The Minotaur had scared her out of her wits, and he surely wasn't helping matters with his dark blue hair, and red eyes. Se was fairly certain that she had heard that human hair was more in the earth tones. And the more that she thought of it, she was also more certain that humans didn't have red eyes. Definately not such dark red eyes as to seem to glow whenever the sunlight hit them just so.
A demon. What else could he have been? Maybe even a Devil.
Scowling to show her displeasure to the creature, she spoke in the speech used more often by demons, Demoniac. She hated using this tongue; it was gruff, and not at all something that she liked to communicate with, so she only spoke in it when speaking with demons, or other beings that she wasn't particularily pleased with. "Your kind is not welcome in these parts, demon. Though . . ." her scowl deepened, "Though you saved my life from the Minotaur, I must ask you to leave these lands. To find easier game. We will not bend to you or any minions that you have brought to our lands."
He raised one delicate eyebrow, and asked in basic human speech in an almost mocking tone, "Demon?"
Se refused to deter from the language that she had chosen, "I certainly have never seen a human with red eyes. It's obvious that you are a demon."
"I am not a demon," he said in the Faerie Tongue.
Gasps escaped from the Faerie throats around them, and Se tried to show that she was unruffled by his display of knowledge of the language. It succeeded, but the stranger seemed to see through it, and he chuckled. Only Faeries and the very educated knew the Tongue of the Faerie Folk, so he was probably an old creature. The Faerie Tongue did suit his smooth voice, but if he did turn out to be a Devil of some sort then he had no right to speak in it.
"Then what is your business here if not to draw out every black thing on this earth to set loose upon us?"
He scowled slightly, looking at the bodies about him askance - pausing slightly when his eyes trailed over the Faerie bodies - and said in the Faerie Tongue, "I did not mean to cause any deaths here. I will leave if you still wish to not see my face."
This caused Se to pause, and she cleared her voice, claiming in the simple human tongue, "I propose a mind probe. If you are not a demon or any other evil creature, you may stay as long as you like . . . you did save my life."
He was silent for a long time before declaring in the human tongue, following her example, "I propose a Doushi."
Se's heart stopped as all around her the chattering of the other creatures ceased. He spoke of an ancient act that none but the most oldest of creatures knew about, which included Devils, Faeries, Some Elves, Phoenixes, the occasional odd human mage, and several other creatures of old age or immortality.
Doushi - in the ancient tongue - roughly meant 'same mind' or 'comrade,' but more often than not it was translated as 'kindred soul.' It was similar to a mind probe except without the telepathy. Two beings' souls would intermingle and mix, pushing aside all barriers that obstructed them to allow a perfect union. There would be no words or images or thoughts exchanged, only emotions. It would allow Se to feel what he felt and whether his intentions were good or evil. Se wouldn't be able to tell what species of beast or man he was though since no words or images or anything substantial would be shared between them. It was supposed to be a very intimate joining, and most couples used it as a means of marriage - those with the ability to do a Doushi *and* knew of its existance.
Beginning to breathe again, Se asked in the calmest voice that she could muster, "What have you to hide? Or are you really just proposing to me?"
"I have much to hide," he said.
A Doushi had a side effect, one that the married couples liked a lot - another reason why they did the Doushi. The two souls would be bonded forever. Se assumed that they would break away before the Doushi would become permanent, but there was a side effect to breaking away too. Riku meant 'agony of separation,' and it was what the separation before becoming permanently bonded was called. Se wasn't exactly certain what happened, but it was usually very painful, and the amount of pain was usually distributed evenly between the Doushi participants.
However, she had heard that the full force of the Riku could be distributed in any way.
"I will take the full brunt of the Riku," he stated, sheathing his sword.
She took a deep breath, trying not to shake, and she thought that she pulled it off, but the red eyes of the stranger made her rethink that. *He* certainly saw something. "If you are any type of evil creature, you will bear all of it, but if you are not-"
"I will give you a little, but nowhere near half or even a quarter." Se opened her mouth to protest, but he held out a hand to prevent her from speaking, "No. We will do it as such, or not at all."
"Which makes me wonder why I should even do a Doushi with you. I do not wish any harm done to you if you are a good-loving creature. Why do we not do the mind probe? There would be less risk."
"Suffice it to say that I just don't like mind probes."
"Which then makes me wonder why I should even try to find you out."
[It'll eat away at you,] something seemed to say in her mind; surprisingly, in the same voice as the stranger standing in front of her. [What would I do if you let me go without checking to see if I was good or evil? Would I continue on my merry little way or would I go find some other Nymph like you and . . . ?]
[You wouldn't. I think that I know a little bit of you by now,] telepathy. He knew telepathy? That narrowed her down to what kind creature he might be, but then again, there were hundreds of magical creatures with telepathic abilities.
"So what then? You think you know me now," he grinned, showing off a bright white smile of fangs. "What are you going to do?"
"If you harm *anything* in my realm, your people will have to scrape you off a rock to properly bury you."
Se just turned, and floated away, not even stopping to listen to him murmur, "Even if my people did bury their dead, they wouldn't want to bury me."
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Se held back a giggle as she watched a group of Faeries from afar 'at work.' She was currently high above in a tree, overlooking the tiny miscreants as they went from one end of the home to another, carrying sleeping garden snakes from the small garden over to the laundry basket filled with clothes. These garden snakes were completely harmless, but they had a defense mechanism against other creatures. Their skin looked exactly like a Golden Baby's which was one of the most poisonous snakes of the mountain range and surrounding lands. They were similar sizes too. Except for the darker yellow stripe on the garden snake's head, one would mistake it for a Golden Baby.
It would shock the housewife for all of a few minutes, but it was worth it to see the look on her face. Or so the more tiny of the Faerie Folk said.
The Faeries scattered when they heard the housewife start walking outside the back door. The old woman whistled quite happily as she walked over to the basket, bent over it to take out a load of wet clothes inside to hang them up, and shrieked to the high heavens.
Her husband stumbled out with an old sword in hand, looking about for enemies, and then she began to laugh, exclaiming, "Oh! It's those delightful Faeries again! They decided to come pay another visit!"
Her husband grumbled something under his breath, and then said, "Delightful! Ha!"
"Oh, hush, Giun! They don't do any harm!"
"They do *me* harm! Causing my heart to ache every half hour is doing me harm!"
"Nonsense, Giun! They remind me of our nephew!"
Giun got quiet, and kicked at a tuft of grass before murmuring, "That's what you said about that boy."
Boy?
"Yes . . . I did, but he was much more polite than our boy."
"A lot more."
She sighed softly, "He seemed like such a nice boy. I would have liked it if he settled down with us; he seemed like he needed a good home. He might have stayed a bit longer if you hadn't scared him away."
"Daradara, I did no such thing-"
"You did! You were so suspicious about the poor boy that he ran off!" She sighed rather dramatically, and said, "He needed a mother to take care of him!"
"No," Giun mumbled, "you need a son that you can look after."
Daradara didn't say anything; she just huffed, and began hanging up the wet laundry, ignoring the harmless golden garden snakes.
Giun and Daradara Fukikaeban were two of about ten humans that lived within a five mile radius of the mountain range. They were an old couple that had moved out there when they had married. Since the two were never able to reproduce, they never had any children, so when their nephew had been sent to down to live with them, Yuusuke Urameshi was a blessing. He died when he was only fourteen from a troll that had come up from the caves in Se's territory. Yuusuke had gone up to the Northern Lake Stream to see if he could see a dwarf one day, and then the next moment the troll lightly brushed him aside, snapping his neck. He probably didn't even know what had hit him.
Since he had died in her territory, Se had taken it upon herself to carry him to his aunt and uncle. It was one of the few times that she had ever touched another being that wasn't from the Faerie Folk. The other experiences were just as unpleasant.
Se brushed away bad memories, and tried to make sense of what the couple had just said. So, the stranger had passed through Chimimouryou's territory before going into Se's? And he hadn't caused the couple any harm. Daradara had even seemed to like him, though Giun was suspicious of him, but that was just Giun, and he had never been right about the characteristics of anyone before.
Then Giun said, "He had strange eyes, Daradara. Unnatural."
"So, he wasn't human! Who cares?! He was a nice boy!"
"I think that *he* was the one that brought these Faeries down upon us!"
"That's foolishness, and you know it."
"What if he was some incubus or something else strange and wrong?"
Daradara snorted, "Then you would have taken care of him, and that would have been that, but he didn't try to take our lives at all. He went around the house and helped out, and all you could say to him was, 'That's not the way we stack our wood,' or 'You stupid boy, you can't do anything right.' You said the silliest things to him, Giun, changing your mind every day! 'Don't sit at the table first! That's the man of the house's honor!' 'Don't eat first! Let Daradara have a bite first!' Or my personal favorite: 'Just sit down, and get out of the woman's way! She's setting the table, and doesn't need you to trip over!' The boy was only helping me!"
"What if he was a Devil, Daradara? His eyes!"
"So what? He never touched a hair on our heads."
"Then we aided the evil arts themselves by helping him!"
At this Daradara turned around, and appeared to look deep into Giun's soul as she said, "I helped a poor boy who was alone in this world, Giun. He needed a soft hand to show him that this world isn't all it's cracked up to be. It *can* be good to a person sometimes. Be he man or beast or Angel or Devil, I'd do it again."
And Daradara had the last word.
Se jumped at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, and she smiled when she saw that it was only Chimimouryou. The tiny Faerie murmured, "You've been sitting there for an hour, Se. Are you all right?"
"Yes . . . Yes, I'm fine," she said. "Would you like to come to my territory? There aren't any humans to have fun with, but I have some fine Faerie Drink for us to dabble in."
"No, thank you, Se . . . I think that you have a more pressing matter to attend to."
So, she knew too. Se's attempt to invite the younger Faerie over to avoid her other duty had been seen through. That's how flustered Se was over the pressing matter in question. Now, when Se returned home, she wouldn't have anything to do except what was expected of her. What had been expected of her for some time.
She hadn't thought of the stranger in her realm in over half a year. However, if she could be totally truthful with herself, Se would have admitted that she had thought of him every day, and that she hadn't thought of him for so long of a time in over half a year. Every half year or so of the past six years, Se would go up to the northern parts of her territory to the Northern Lake Stream, and ask him what he was doing in her territory. When he wouldn't answer, she would propose a mind probe.
Then he would get a strange look in his dark eyes, and then he would murmur another proposal of a Doushi, which she would down right refuse. Whenever Se came back from their meeting every half year, she always felt like someone was giggling in the pit of her stomach.
A Doushi was also a form of marriage after all, however, that part didn't seriously start to get to her until the last couple times she had approached him.
The last two times that Se had gone to the Northern Lake Stream, she had caught the stranger while he was bathing in the lake. While nudity usually didn't bother her, the only things that Se could think about were what the Faeries had said about him. When he had first appeared, she had asked some Faeries to watch him to see if he would do anything. However, either they didn't understand what exactly she had asked of them or they just wanted to see her blush - which was the most likely of the two - because all they had reported was how smooth his skin was, or how the few scars only made him more handsome, or how large he was.
Se could admit that his scars were lovely on his torturously smooth skin, but the last part she hadn't been able to determine on her own. What she had thought about the most when she had caught him in the act of bathing was that if he would only turn or twist just so, or stand up that she would be able to see this strange marvel whole.
Her journey to the Northen Lake Stream to visit the strange boy was slow, and she would often look down at the landscape below her, trying to think of what she would do tomorrow about an ailing tree, or a sick Faerie child, but her mind kept turning back to him and his lovely alizarin eyes in the shape of large almonds, and his fiery-shaped almost ebony blue hair. Did his skin really feel as soft as it look?
Frustrated with her lack of restraint, Se landed beside the stream that the Northern Lake Stream had created by going in a vague south east direction before joining with another stream.
From her vantage point, Se could see a Satyr drinking some kind of beverage, and sitting on the strange pile of large rocks that the Spriggan had placed down six years ago. They were strange creatures with the upper torso alike to that of a human's and the back legs of a goat to prance around on. He seemed to notice her, and waved in a quite drunken manner. Sighing, she walked northward, ignoring the creature.
Satyrs were rather 'fond' of Nymphs after all. In her youth, Se had ran amuck with them willingly, laughing merrily at their attempts to catch, tame, and bed her. However, she was much more older and mature, now. Besides, not all of the memories of her times with Satyrs had been good ones.
She heard him begin to chase after her, but Se paid him no mind. Unless he had something of metal with him - which wasn't likely - she would have no problems with him. However, she hoped that he did have metal with him, so that she could delay her visit just a bit longer.
The Satyr followed her from a distance at first, and by the time that the Satyr bagged enough courage to approach her, she was almost to her destination.
"Hey, what's a lovely Nymph like you doing in such a dump, eh?" He exclaimed.
Se turned coldly to him, and said, "If you find it displeasing to you, then I suggest that you don't say as such in front of she who watches over this plot of land."
He only chuckled, hiccuping afterwards, "Don't worry, I won't say a thing to her."
Then she smelled the fumes from his mouth, and almost choked on the horrid stench issuing from it. He had been drinking rather heavily - more so than a Satyr normally would - and now Se noticed it as he swayed slightly back and forth.
She snorted, and walked faster. He would leave her be soon enough when he realized that she absolutely wanted no business with him.
But then again, Satyrs were rather vivacious about a Nymph joining in on their drinking binges and fun. It didn't look like he had any kind of weapon on him, but he could be hiding anything flat on the inner side of his rust red vest. And daggers and stilettos would be flat enough to be hidden under there.
The River Nymph had just reached the outskirts of the area that she had been avoiding when she felt the wind shift just slightly.
He had no finesse.
A wild stab was made at her side, and Se dodged him immediately, floating a couple inches into the air and away from him. Hovering over the ground to a safe distance a couple feet away from him, she gauged his weapon, and then blinked in surprise. A silver dagger with sapphires embedded in the hilt. It was hideously gaudy. And it was heading straight at her.
She quickly dodged the blade, and keeled away, staring him down. Her attempt at this proved futile though because he was much too wasted to realize that he was in trouble.
Scowling slightly to show her displeasure, Se lifted her hand over her head, and summoned the wind to aid her. It swept him up in its grasp, and flung him into the rock face.
He groaned before standing up, and laughing, "You must be old to know a pretty little trick like that one."
Se did not answer him, only raising her other hand, bringing a wave of water from the stream to hover over her head menacingly. The Satyr stared up at the wave of water, and hiccuped, "Damn, bitch . . ."
"Leave me alone."
He narrowed his eyes at her, and laughed, "Now, why would I want to go and do that? Huh? You're not that bitch that owns this here land."
"Think again," she said calmly.
The wave was thrown over her head, and hit him straight on, sweeping him off his feet, and into the stream.
"Good job."
Se turned sharply to stare at the owner of that silky voice, and shuddered visibly.
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Chapter One ~ Sericeous
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