Inuyasha.nu

(ooc: I have no clue honestly O__O are there towns and women there) Ansul came to a tree with plenty of shade and sat down under it. He took in a breath and sipped on some water. He moved some cool wind on his face and relaxed a bit. “The heat is not a thing for the 8th wonder of the world to be in” He said to himself quietly before looking up at the sun to confirm the shade is doing its job. He sat there several more minutes then heaved a sigh and got up. He poured a little water for the tree then started walking again, but this time northeast.

{ooc; xD Elysium is where the Nephilim live. It’s the part of the Underworld reserved for the spirits of heroes. It’s Heaven, basically, in Greek Mythology form. Ansul should head there. That’s where Lydia is~}

Allie pondered Leset’s question for a moment. Then, a small smile crossed her lips as her eyes averted downward. “Every damn day I force a smile across these scarred lips,” she informed in a soft voice. A voice she had never spoken to anyone with before. “But each day the battle gets harder.” With a sigh, Alastair closed her eyes. There was so much she had been exposed to these many centuries. So much pain & hatred clouded her heart now. “It’s a wonder I even bother anymore,” she continued. “And, between you & me, I’m so tired of fighting.”

Leset slighty opened his mouth before closing it. His smile faded. To him, it had seemed that he had heard a side of Allie no one had ever heard before. He sighed before stating, “yeah, me too. This is getting old. However, I plan to do something when I get the chance. And if that ends in my death, I’ll put a few good words in for ya.” Heleaned backa bit, staring at the sky, almost completely orange. Today was going to be strange, he was sure of it.

(occ: Okies I will)
Ansul made his way towards a section he knew rather well. He entered Elysium with a burning in the back of his mind. He didn’t like this place although there was no reason for him not to like. This place always bothered him and he never knew why, but the wind brought him here for a reason so he kept walking forward noticing everything that has changed which isn’t much to him.

Under the sunlight of the city that shines in every right angle, sat a young man. Perfect in every way that he must not be real, and in fact he wasn’t, for he belonged to a mythical world that many refuse to believe in. Constantine Vox, with his head down and the sun reflecting off the soft silky strands of his oil slick hair. His perfect adumbral eyes were closed, hiding the mystery that they hold as he breathed, slow, deep breaths that expanded his ribs. Once feeling the presence of someone he did not know, his head lifted, his eyes opening. Constantine studied the girl who seemed to be walking in his direction. Studying her in silence, the creature stood, feeling as if he should welcome the creature to his lands.

Nicia weaved between the trees, no destination in mind as she walked in silence and in secret. Always alone, always silent; and she hoped to stay that way. Her long wavy locks were braided into three long braids that followed behind her with each graceful step, one foot after the other. The ruby-eyed creature paused once hearing a voice or two, her eyes darting from tree to tree before he finally distinguished the voices. However, Nicia decided to ignore the two, hoping to continue her stroll with out being noticed; always alone and always silent, she reminded herself as she took a step forward, continuing her aimless goal.

With a frown, the beauty lifted her head & focused a sharp glare on Leset. “I don’t need you to put in a few good words for me, Lessy” she snapped. But she hadn’t the slightest clue what to say to back up her statement. The truth was that Alistair couldn’t stand the thought of Leset’s death. He was her only friend, more or less. But she wasn’t exactly the type that shared her feelings willingly to others. She hoped her outburst would be ignored. It was then the daimon heard a rustling of a figure walk behind them. There, Allie noticed Nicia. With a low, irritated growl, she thought, Why does everyone have to wander around in my forest?

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As Lydia followed Kalen further into the city, she began to notice as everyone’s eyes shifted to her. “Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here, Kalen?” Lydia whispered to her charming companion. He just simply smiled and gave a nod. Up ahead, she saw a man with the face of an angel walking in her direction. Her heart skipped a moments beat before she turned to Kalen. “Who is that?” she whispered once more. “Oh, that’s Constantine. He’s a nice fellow. No doubt he’s heading over here to welcome you.”

She paused in her steps, her ruby eyes locking with Alistair’s before she lifted a hand, her way of saying hello before she continued to walk. Again, Nicia walked aimlessly, having no where to go, and too reserved to ask anyone what she would do or where she could go. Nicia released a heavy sigh as she continued her way through the forest, her long braids following after her with each step.

“Well this is a new and beautiful face.” The words escaped the creatures lips smoothly, like the feel of smooth velvet brushing along the flesh. As a fresh and welcoming grin played at his perfect lips, he reached out and gently took Lydia’s hand into his own, bring her hand to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of her hand, his way of greeting people. “Welcome-” He began before a small, childish voice called out to him, “Consti~Consti~! Don’t be flirting with girls while I’m here~” Instantly, a small creature jumped onto his head, laying herself down in his soft black locks and reaching down, taping his forehead. “Naughty~Naughty~” She pouted playfully.

Leset could tell Alistair was probably thinking of something she couldn’t stand happening, what it was, well, he was stumped on that. He noticed the moving of people, it was quite annoying. He decides he want to go into a forest, every fucking person on the island has to go there too. It was starting to really piss him off. Thankfully, he calmed down and asked Allie “so, is there anything else to speak of or can we just get the hell out of here?”

Ansul kept walking into a deeply wooded area. Something caught Ansul’s eye and quickly turn to his right. He reconize soon reconize the woods he was in. This was part of the woods he was running through. Ansul started to tremble as the tattered memories flooded his mind. He began to breath heavy and was losing control, he was frightened. He quickly moved a gust of wind and caught the faint sound of people talking. Quickly standing, he rushed towards the voices not knowing if they’re friend or foe, but he had to get out of this area.