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Subject Post 1PostSubject: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Jul 15, 2017 2:56 pm




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Old. . The passage of time had worn this place so. That was inami’s initial thought as her hand gently brushed against the wood that had been bleached bare by the light battering down upon it from the ages. Her eyes glancing up at the stars that permeated the sky, as if to bathe in their twinkling glow. Her heterochromatic eyes took in their splendor and brilliance, her moon kissed palm raised as if reaching and beseeching the heavens, fingers poised as if to capture the sky.

Her lip curved up in a beautiful arch, a sneer if there ever once one as she thought about it. Her need for solace had compelled her here, to a remnant of a bygone era even before she was born. So as she stood here in the shadow of the Khogno Tarni monastery in mongolia alone she felt comfort in her decrepit soul.

Mired in scorn and apathy, the queen of chaya nation walked into the decaying ruins, her hair with it’s many hues draped around her neck and curving to the contours of her bosom. Her feet stirring up motes of dust as she stepped on the floors that had stood for many hundreds of years, her ears picking up the sounds of mice scurrying in the darkness.

Of the denizens that had moved out once humanity had left and nature reclaimed its rightful place as ruler. Bats hung in the broken eaves above, and the baying of wolves in the distance broke the silence of the night. The queens lucid gaze looked at the remnants of a tapestry, depicting a deity or god that had long since been forgotten, and weariness flashed in the eyes that mocked everything humanity stood for.

Her hand raised slowly, gently caressing the weathered fabric which was mottled with decay. This is what she wanted, she wished for everything to look like this, to let the world flow in the way it was meant. So why did this place bring out of her such a sensation of loss, of regret?

”..They return to the soil. “

She thought with a bemused grin at her own expense.

”..Yet i am eternal.”

This time the smile was self mocking as she laid down and looked up at the ceiling, her clothes dirtied by the soil and sediment tracked in by animals once this place was abandoned by humans. Rodents scurried by without heed of the monster in their mist, and the queen of chaya closed her eyes and drank in the quiet tranquility.

There was peace
There was Quiet
She didn’t have to put up a facade.
She didn’t have to mock the naivety of others
Nor did she have to scorn.

No, instead she could lay here in the dusk and bask in the majesty of all that she thought was right, and accept herself and her own broken soul. She could drink in the muck of emotion that tainted her existence in such depravity and truly appreciate how far she had fallen. Ideals she once had long lost. Determination she once gain long forgotten. Only the madness and the chaotic shadows of her past were left in her mind, and she couldn’t even fully appreciate those anymore.

The liberation of her mind had long caused the emotions she once had to become skewed and contorted. The highs had become higher than ever before, but the lows had become crushing. Looking in the face of eternity which spanned before her, she felt a sense of desolation that momentarily infringed upon her heart.

Her hair fanned out upon the dirtied floorboards. Her gaze glancing through a hole in the ceiling above to see the moon. A breath of tainted air leaving her lips to whisper away in the wind. Eventually inami’s lips slid from a smile and into the softest of frowns and she wondered not for the first time.

How much farther was she going to fall?



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Jul 15, 2017 3:18 pm


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Mongolia. Generally considered the middle of nowhere - because it was - and thus left along by most people. Of course, the wolf that was Mirja was not most people. She was about as far from most people as people who put the water into tea first were from humanity. And tea was sort of the reason she was here. Some people - because people actually lived here, which was pretty dam amazing considering there was nothing but horses and hollows - had found a way of making strange new herbs that went brilliantly with her tea. Some method of drowning the herb as it grew sparked a chemical reaction within it.

However, before she managed to get to the settlement, she was thrown off by a strange and not exactly foreign feeling. Her energy perception wasn't what could be called sharp compared to most others, but it was still pretty good. So she came out of her Slip-Stream and sniffed about a bit. Her nose was vastly superior to her other senses, after all. And loth, she did smell something that she knew. A sad, soft melody of the soul, someone that Mirja had been hoping to run into, but had no idea how to go about it.

So she headed off in that direction, appearing before Inami like the silent wind across the steppes that they dwelled in. It was possible that the girl didn't realize Mirja had arrived, but Mirja had her clocked as one that was very tuned into her surroundings, even when she seemed to be going through what looked to be melancholy. But then demons were strange, it could just as easily be gastric distress. Between Arianda, Kimitsuki, and Henrex, Mirja's perception of Demons was wacked out.
"So, what would a beautiful girl like you be doing all the way out here with nobody to keep you company? The gods weep when someone as radiant as you is all alone" she said. Mirja was a smooth flirt, as she had a lot of experience, despite her lack of desire to go anywhere beyond the initial flirt.

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:07 pm




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”..Beauty in nature always belies danger.”

Inami’s reply was without inflection, emotions drained and drab. Satire in the driest sense of the word humbled the temple that they stood in, reverberating as a low murmur against the walls that stood the test of time. She had long since sensed the being that had come. And with her sensitivity she had gathered who it was by the meager output of energy that they let permeate the air around them. They had met but once, but then again once was all that was needed wasn’t it?

She snickered softly in the darkness, a sigh heaved from her chest as it depressed the air escaping from her nonexistent lungs. She was a vassal comprised of energy at this point. Stronger than her mortal shell, beyond the limits of mortality and something more. Yet what was the point of all this power, strength that could topple nations was just that, strength. Nothing more than that.

Ah, how the motes of dust mesmerised her blackened soul. Their crystalline like radiance dazzling against her supernatural gaze. The motes that swirled illuminated by starlight. Almost as if the wolf was not there the queen let her hand slowly pass through it’s stardust visage, dispersing the particles which swirled in miniature vortexes around her palm. Her lips curled from the frown into a soft. . mellow smile, just the corners curved up.

”..Ah . . i couldn’t answer even if i wanted, maybe i just sought the solace of silence.”

Couldn’t answer was a very astute observation on the demonesses part. Because the lingering emotions that roiled within her were so conflicted that any answer she gave would lead upon itself falsehood, merely a gander to delve into her own psyche to glean the answers her reaching hands had failed to grasp. Yet, maybe it was because of the honesty she had with herself that the wolf would see a sight that hadn’t been seen the past year or so.

The blackened hues and pink-topped hair faded. The eyes that were mismatched changed. Her curvacious body receeded her clothes folding inwards on herself to let them fall outwards baggy and oversized. Eyes of amber soft haunting with their emotions stared luminous in the dark. Her petite body, possibly not even five one in height sat up, her clothes pooling around her. The frailty of this form , it’s innocence maybe befitted the previous inami who had sought the world in its fairness.

Yet this to looked tired as she parted her lips, a quick smile of wicked depravity curling upon her lips, she asked in a voice that was merely tired and haunting.

”..Aren’t you afraid of being alone with me, the big bad villain?”

She made tiny grabby motions as if she was going to do unspeakable things to the wolf, wiggling her fingers for sarcastic theatrical effect. Her knees gently curling inwards to press against the modest bust of her chest. Those cavernous cloth sleeves hiding the hands that slid from them.

The whine and whimper of wolves in the background receded as the wolves seemed to fade into the distance. Finally the queen let her lips part as she looked up at the hole in the ceiling once more, this sight was that of a soul at peace with itself. Sinking in the quagmire of its faults and imperfections, maybe not content with what the future might hold, but at the very least not despairing in it entirely either.

”..Ah. . I can hear it. . “

She put a finger to her lips, pressing against their silky smooth surface as her lips which had slid back to a soft frown after her wicked smile now curved into a faint smile once more as she murmured.

”..Nothing at all that is.”



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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:24 pm


Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





"I am danger incarnate, so no need to worry about that, m'dear" it was a confident statement, born from the strong voice of the wolf, but also one without a hint of hubris or ego. There was no doubt that the Wolf that stood before her was a being of great danger, without even doing anything except walking. And it was in that walking that the truth was told. Such a pristine gait, her footfalls were almost silent and perfectly positioned, even in such a casual situation. Her body was hardwired to be a hairs breadth away from combat ready, and nothing short of death would stop that.

"I can do silence if you want. Sometimes you learn more about a person by not speaking than you would from hours of chatter. It's not my preferred method, I'm a girl who always likes to be beeping. But I'm also a polite girl who can adhere to the wishes of others if she deems them respectful. The, person, not the wishes. If a person isn't respectful then they aren't really going to have respectful wishes. Transitive Science, or something that makes me sound a lot smarter than I am" she said, displaying her desire to natter endlessly before watching a change unfold. She knew - and could theoretically replicate - that Demons could manipulate their body, but to see it on such a scale was pretty impressive. And the change to a more innocent looking form seemed, almost symbolic. She couldn't smell the emotion in the air, which meant she was stranger than most, but she didn't need her nose when her eyes worked.

"As for you being the big bad villain, I think you are more the small conflicted demon. My Slip-Stream isn't something to take lightly, and so to catch me in it is quite the trick. But you missed, and don't try to brush it off, anyone with the reflexes and reactions to pull that off doesn't miss. So without your leave I wouldn't be here to not worry about your presence. I don't know you, never really met you before that time in the Rukongai, but I am pretty sure I know your type" She told Inami. Completely opposed to the monotoned girl, Mirja had a range of emotion in her voice, and a soft smile as she sat down next to her, close enough to pull her into a hug, if she was allowed.

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Tue Aug 01, 2017 5:13 pm





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Crack.

. . . Hmm.

Inami closed her eyes and took a breath of air, the close proximity between them absolutely reeked of emotions. Ones that the queen in this place of quiet did not wish to feel. Their scents caressing her consciousness whilst the wolf had begun to reach towards her. Those amber eyes of the queen remained firmly ensconced behind pale lashes whilst her head was tilted almost imperceptibly backwards, lips parted as the smog softly rose in wispy tendrils from her lips. They rose and languidly curled like the branches of a thousand year old tree, gnarled and warped with age. The calm melancholy of the queen unbeknownst hid a very dark and disturbing secret you see. One that she had been hiding, or rather denying in its very existence. Right now this facade of calm wasn’t due to the softness or the quiet.

It was due to an overload of sensory information, of memories that roiled within the royal demonesses mind. In these few micro-seconds it indeed seemed like inami would permit herself to be hugged, or rather that she at the very least wasn’t going to slam the girl into the very earth she stood on. Yet in her mind an indubitably darker scene was unfolding.

How many people had she hugged in her life time? The embrace of a mentor and one that could be looked up too. Tsubasa unabara. Her elder sisters, those who she wished to hurt and. . . . Her. Neoveta ashtavon. As her mind dwelled in the darkness of her own quagmire of desolate emotion she could feel it. The gaping void within that never could be filled, the void of a loved one that was lost, a being that could never be placed or. . at the very least she thought never would come back to life.

Mana had killed her, and the confliction between her eldest sister and the being that was the one who had nursed her to health, whom she had shared and bonded with was not a small fragmentation within her heart. What was the emotion she felt, the darkest of them all, the sludge and revulsion that pressed down upon her consciousness and brought her to harm others with the very things they craved.

Ah. . . It hurts so much, she had almost lost her mind hadn’t she? Yet the being known as algos came, and she had ran from it all for the sake of unholy liberation. Turned her back on what she once believed in, what she had come to understand as the true path for her to walk.

Pain . .yes she wished to inflict it upon the world.
Desolation, ah wouldn’t it be nice for it all to simply cease and fall to ruin?
Maybe yes. . Wasn’t it the quiet that she sought from the fallout of everything?
No no . it was the glee from watching others fall into eternal damnation.
Wait . . not quiet right . . Isn’t it that she simply wishes for rules to cease. .
For the free will of others to turn them into the sludge they revile?
To drag them through the muck and mud that they hide beneath their skin.
Release them from the folly of their own preconceived misconceptions?
To wreak havoc upon a gilded cage constructed from lies.
Vanquish the good to leave only the chaos that would remain.
. .Was that too much to ask? . . .

Mirja’s arms could almost coil around the queens body and yet inami’s lips curled into the smallest of smiles as she thought about it very hard.

Was she good? . . No not quite, yet she didn’t perceive herself as bad.. Even with the sin accrued upon her soul. So just what the hell was she? The confusion within her caused a fluctuation within her soul, and she slowly let out a breath as the cloud the color of the blackest starless night left her lips, At mirja’s close vicinity she’d feel something. .

The power that roiled beneath the queen of chaya nations skin was . . vast, yet what she’d feel was something very unique. Spiritual pressure mixed with something else. It wouldn’t harm the female before her yet it’d cause the very earth to decay, for over twenty miles surrounding the female demon the earth turned poisonous, the ground corroded to sludge. Yet it wasn’t because inami wished for it to happen, instead it was the release of her demonic energy to encompass a very large space that caused this to happen.

Mirja probably wouldn’t be harmed by this because it was just the after effect, yet she’d most definitely be able to feel the ungodly amount of energy that was exuded, the haze caused the very air surrounding them to darken, The shadows elongated and the vassal of that body a small little girl sighed, her voice amplified through many different octaves to form a symphony of its own, the gentle snicker that followed was barely audible, yet it could cause the fear to ignite within ones heart most spectacularly as the queens eyes opened and she pressed a finger to mirja’s forehead to push her back, just enough that the queen could gaze at her with the abysmal gaze of hers.

Her eyes looked like a dead fish, yet had a depth to them that was as if mirja was looking into the abyss. There was no love there, no joy nor expectation. There was not even the toting glee of madness and discord which had sewn itself within her soul.

No what remained was ancient, and possibly the truest nature of her being. There was no inflection of pity nor malice, yet there was no budding flower of joy or good will either. It would be akin to looking at a looming natural disaster, at primordial chaos, The girls skin was marred with black cracks , a vague mist coming from within as she said in a voice that held weariness and something . . else within it that was unidentifiable.

”..Conflicted? . . What makes you say that?”

Slowly she leaned in as if to whisper an intimate secret. Yet there was something off center about her that was not there previously. She ran a lone finger down from the wolfs forehead to her chin. Tapping it as if she was playing some sort of game, yet her eyes remained the same and her lips tilted the dark and twisted grin that glimmered upon her face truly worthy of a cheshire cat, her words dripping with each syllable.

”.Is it that you see something worth redeeming. “

She cocked her head as if she was a cat staring at a bird on the other side of the window ,even now her demonic tail was swaying back and forth whilst she studied the wolf, trying to figure out why she came here. Her fingers shifted to splay against the ground, a sizzling sound occuring as the energy which dissipated from her skin ate away at the very earth beneath her, leaving her handprints molded within the stone beneath them.

”.. Or is it that you pity me?”

The girls body layed against the ground, her knees pressed together and her feet splayed in opposite directions to make a shape similar to a pointer arrow, her medium length auburn hair drifting out around her as she raised a hand and looked at it slowly, as if deliberating what she was going to say next even though in actuality all she was speaking was the random musings that remained within her.

”..When you look upon me, is it that you try to impose reasons to my actions?”

It was gentle, the way she spoke to the wolf, as if she was speaking to a child. Her expression of a primeval origin. Yet power built behind the hoarseness of her voice. An air of broken dignity manifesting in her aura, the weighty power of a queen, a being that controlled a fourth of the boundless continent known as demon world.

”..If that’s the case you might as well stop.”

Her breath faint, silent as death as it caressed the air. Her eyes glowed with emerald in the center whilst the queen curled her fingers together. The weariness, the broken demeanor had built to this, this moment of calm where it was similar to the eye of a storm, the storm known as inami asthavon. As if the heavens and the earth built around her will, shafts of light flowed through the black smog which had built around her, the oorja energy from the chasm already leaking from her pores.

The chrysalis was all but beginning to hatch. Chaos of the world, Rejection of laws, Rejection of self, denial of future, loathing of past. You might say it was a volatile concoction but it was the current state of the queen of chaya nation. Yet right now in this place, at this moment, looking upon the path she had walked, first steeped in madness, then in denial, only to become oh so broken she curled her lips in sick bemusal.

”Because deep down you aren’t any better than i “

There was no accusations in the tone that left her softly curled lips, rather it was just as if she was stating something offhand. As if she could care less if she was right or wrong. The weariness shifted as the flavors of mockery softly accented her words, and maybe even anger. Anger at herself? Probably. Anger at her siblings? Most definitively! The emotional molotov cocktail that had shifted numerous times in this very oh so brief period of time continued to shift further. If she was conflicted, then the entire world was conflicted! Yet. . she couldn’t help it, it was in her nature to be this . . sick and twisted being so she now glanced at mirja and cocked her head slightly to the side.

”Face it hon, you’re projecting. Trying to hide your inadequacies. . . Your. .”

She paused and tapped a lone finger to her lip in contemplation murmurring slightly.

”..Ah whats the word i’m looking for.”

Inami sifted through her thoughts and then removed the finger from her lips that devilish smile fading into a neutral position as she said in a soft tone.

”..Imperfections, yes there’s the word.”

Now she just raised her brows and asked in a sweet ol deadpan manner.

”..Are you sure you know my type? Little Miss Wolfie?”



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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Tue Aug 01, 2017 6:21 pm


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Well, this was certainly...interesting. Mirja had not really been in such a situation before. The raw, undiluted power that the girl was giving off was on the same echelon as Mirja's own, and above it on that equal plane. It sat closer to what Tsubasa or Ibiki could do. And while she had a lot of tricking and was confident in herself, that was still not something she wanted to mess around with. But, it seemed Inami was not in the mood to take a swing. Mirja was ready regardless, she couldn't not be. Combat was so ingrained there was no a single moment of her life where she wasn't prepared. But right now, she just watched, and listened.

And what a fascinating thing to watch and listen. Mirja could spent eternity looking into her eyes. So profound, without the vernier of emotion that so clouded most, she could see the depth of the girl and it was magnificent. Like the depth all oceans stacked upon each other. Most might be dissuaded, or outright terrified by the girl, but Mirja was enticed by her. There was something strange that drew her in like a magnetic pull. The killing of everything seemed a bit problematic, but death was a part of life. Nothing truly died in this world, unless everything did, and then there was little point worrying.

Mirja let Inami play as she wished, with her quaint little touches, her soft smiles and her general tone towards Mirja. Eventually, Inami fell silent for the moment, and so she took that moment to softly pull her in closer, a warm and comforting hug, as if to shield her from the outside world.
"I say conflicted because that is what I saw. You came in with such panache, you wanted to be seen as the evil villain that the heroes sallied forth to stop, and you got a serious hero in Cirno. But I can see, I can smell that is not you. You are not the villain. You just want to feel like you belong. Which is a hell of a melancholy to be trapped in, you have my condolences. You can define yourself by who cares for you, but it is only a placebo" Mirja seemed to have rather passionate - if softly spoken - views on this subject, and the next.

"As for seeing something redeemable....well. I like to think there is something redeemable in everyone. Incredibly selfish though. I see it in you, and Tsubasa, and Stefan. Because I want to see it in me. If others can be redeemed then there is hope for me. But don't worry on the other part. I'm terrible at reason. Me and Mr Reason do not get along. He's so boring and orderly and wants an explanation for everyone and doesn't seem to accept 'because I wanted to' as an answer. And that is terrible. Because, my dear, there is no deep down about it. However way you look at it, from which ever angle you look at it, I am fracturially no better than you. I am projecting as hard as I possibly can, to cover up my imperfections" Her tail swished slower and the surrounding area grew bitter cold, ice swiftly forming on the ground and nearby objects.

"To hold back the ever present desire to take my ohh-so-very-sharp claws to people's faces and my teeth to their throats until they stop staring. Stop judging me for what I am, for what I have done. For what I have become. I just want them all to stop it. But there are also people who I like who would probably not appreciate such a blood-filled killing spree. Tsubasa, for one. He seems beyond the surface, like I wish so many would. And Hayden. He does not see who I am, but rather sees who I could become. Which I think is why it is so disappointing for him when I routinely fail basic social cues like not beating some guy half to death because he's a fucking idiot" Mirja seemed to have found a friend in Inami. Or at least someone she felt wouldn't run away if she told her the issues floating around the old head of hers.

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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Aug 05, 2017 2:44 pm