DANCE WATER DANCE [ DEMYX / OPEN ]

[MIUMI HAROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings Exploration; Miumi had begun to explore it had been around three days since his summoning to the Isle of Besaid, his curiosity had begun to return as well. Slowly Miumi would descend from the top of the ruins spire where he left a majority of his gear leaving on only a pair of leather tights that had been water-proofed a very long time ago and a loose shirt and on his hip was a make-shift strap which held the blade of his dagger to his skin. Pangs of hunger resonated through the core of his stomach and became a constant reminder he needed to survive as he worked his way down with a series of leaps and jumps allowing his nails to fly outwards catching on an edge when he grew close to the ground. IT would stop Miumi abruptly for a moment Miumi would dangle there before he allowed himself to drop the rest of the way his hands and legs spreading out much like a cat did to absorb the impact. Upon landing Miumi’s sable locks would flow in every which direction around him giving him an even more feral appearance; this was only further supplemented by the twitch of his wolvish ears and the swish of his tail. He moved nimbly down a slope which had some type of abandoned cargo; feeling the warmth resonating from the wood from sitting out under the hot sun for so long he couldn’t help but hiss as he jumped down into the equally hot sand before he would allow his move to work it’s way to the ocean; it was warm yet cool at the same time, an observation made when his porcelain pale toe would connect with the water that lapped at the shore. A moment of pause before Miumi would dive into the water his body moving clumsily as his arms and legs would flail for a moment while his body attempted to remember how to swim. It took around ten or fifteen moments till he went through a couple of motions and found one that felt right and slowly would allow himself to become fully immersed his eyes opening under the water; despite a slight stink from the salt Miumi was find as he would swim among the fairly clear water looking for sustenance. Time would go by and Miumi would come up a couple times for air tredding water for a couple moments before his figure would disappear back under this time MIumi would yield some results. A couple large fish had swam towards MIumi whom quickly placed himself among the various corals waiting till he could see their shadows before he darted out his dagger connecting with a few of them cleaving their fails on the back off causing them to flail awkwardly before Miumi would grab them; he had managed to capture three. He would erupt from the water with an almost victorious look and he would bring them towards the shore finding a rounded smooth rock to place them upon while he went about gathering brush and some rocks and a few other things to start a fire. While carrying a large pile of sticks MIumi would collide with a figure finding himself falling backwards with an umph.. When he looked around and saw another person one would notice that his body seemed to coil up quickly and he would flinch away if they attempted to touch him. Miumi still wasn’t used to people perhaps that’s why he kept himself up in the spires. “…. “ [/blockqupte]

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all of my sadness taken by the sea

OOC: Man, I swear…W.I.T.C.H. and Avatar (both animated series) inspire my ideals of what I call ‘water mages’ are in my book…blame W.I.T.C.H.’s Irma first (it’s the older series after all). ------------------------------------------------------------------ ”May you sail fair to the far fields of fortune--” She was singing again. Whoever she was within his mind that was what she was doing, once again. Demyx had long discovered the ocean made her voice crystalline clear, matching the volume that he heard her at the temple. Her voice lingered, a haunting melody that threaten to ease him into a mid-afternoon slumber. Despite all of his attempts to push her existence away, swearing himself crazy, Demyx couldn’t help but listen this time. Somehow, more than once, the songs would entice him and the Nocturne wouldn’t resist; this presence would soothe away all his worries. Today, especially, she was quite calm; perhaps the weather played a part in her mood. The sun was out, a feat that seldom occurred anymore, which made the sand glimmer like a priceless gem. Warmth radiated off the white, crushed, seashells as another scented breeze came and went. The ocean was surprisingly calm, with only a handful of waves rolling in, and was clear as crystals. Besaid was experiencing a day that the locals once knew so well. Locals of Besaid were calm today, feeling their prayers have been answered, but nonetheless returned to the temple to give thanks. Previously, that was where the Nobody was meant to be at, but, today, he just had to swim. It was, after all, humid within tropical environments and the dirty blonde disliked sweating. He went off through the thick jungle before reaching his destination, and soon met the rolling waves. Her voice guiding him through the liquid as hours passed. There is where Demyx stood, waist deep, within the cerulean hues, perfectly poised; he was long stripped of the infamous leather cloak. Water droplets formed a crown upon the man’s brow as strands of dirty blonde were plastered down, damp. His eyes were shut and the man would inhale deeply, taking in the salty air and placing it into memory. As another wave rolled by, Demyx would adjust his stance and brace the undercurrent. Raising his hands from the ocean a stream of crystalline would follow, the mage displaying years of experience. Sifting his weight to his right, Demyx would conduct the flow of water to follow his extending arm; his left mirroring the leading arm’s actions. With precaution, Demyx would twist his waist, feet following to complete a circle. Once the rotation of the stream completed, the Nobody would allow the water to drop out of the gravitational like pull; a large splash came soon afterward. A gurgling of his stomach indicated the end of his training, causing the dirty blonde to turn on his heels. Allowing the current to push him forward, Demyx would find himself approaching the shore. His right foot sunk within the damp, white, sand as he heard the distant wail within the corridors of his soul; the woman’s voice straining to tug him back within the sea. We’ll be back soon. A wave of comfort washed through Demyx as the voice, once more, resided. Proof she accepted his fatigue and waited to return to a place she associated to home. Just as Demyx got a grip on the towel he brought with him, a familiar wisp lingered in the air; a thick scent of smoke was within the breeze. A smell the Melodious Nocturne wasn’t fond of, given his element, but got the dirty blond curious. Given his history in the organization, Demyx long connected the smell of smoke, ember, brimstone, and (oddly enough) cinnamon to a certain redhead. That said redhead was someone Demyx would often pull pranks on, and get sarcastic comments thrown at in his direct for each prank. One name escaped the Nocturne’s lips. ”…Axel?” It was possible, he thought while walking toward the smell, seeing as Zexion was alive and well (not to mention himself). Even if the other members were reported to have died, the two of them proved that it was possible to still exist…sort of. Was it truly possible for the other members to still be alive? This curiosity was the only reason why Demyx continued to walk, which the smell became small remnants of smoke. Evidence that someone was burning a fire, and soon Demyx witnessed who was behind it. ”Far from Axel,” the soft voice piped up. He agreed with her whole heartedly…well, if he could. Before them was a porcelain figure, slim despite with muscle, that mirrored the sand’s color. Demyx’s lashes fluttered and rubbed at his eyes, as if brushing off a mirage. His actions were in vain as he bear witness to the doll-like figure still remained. Locks of out of worldly color framed the youth’s face, disregarding the right facial feature obscured with an overgrown fringe, cascading down in a choppy and wild cut. Perfected beauty of a sculpture until the sea green orbs caught snake bites piercing; unusual to be seen in this parts…well, minus the fact this person was pale to have lived in Besaid. Within earshot, Demyx witnessed the reaction of the petite figure. One fluent motion caused the figure to huddle. Confused, the Nocturne never experienced someone that bore fear in his direction. Normally he was the one who was fretful toward others. The sitar player’s orbs soften at the scene, almost sadden by the fact someone thought him scary. He wasn’t a Larxene and never wanted to be feared. ”Hey there,” his words were warm. ”Come on, I’m not going to hurt you.” A velvet laugh would hit the air, matching rolling waves of the ocean. Lashes would narrow as the Nobody would give a grin. ”I just thought you might have been someone I knew.” The man would kneel, opposite of the child from the fire, as he spoke. ”You see, he always lit fires…to cook, for fun, or just to keep everyone warm. So, you know…that’s why I thought you could’ve been him.” A brief pause as the Nocturne would lay focus on the low burning embers, memorizing the glow. Somehow, thinking of those he got along with, Demyx drew a weakened, defeated smile, before he spoke. ”You’re alone too, huh..?” Silence once more as a breeze blew that indicated evening was approaching. A light crackle from the fire as the Nocturne exhaled. ”I’m Demyx by the way. Who are you?”

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[MIUMI HAROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings AFear; Miumi’s dichromatic eyes had widened with an expression that could only be fright; one was a deep chocolate brown and the other was a piercing yet soft haunting icy blue which bordered white, but what they had in common at this moment is they were darting around wildly. Miumi’s hand would instantly fly towards the dagger and as his hand coiled around the strange orb like hilt the other’s voice would pierce through the air like a volley of archer’s arrows. Demyx’s voice however was soothing and warm and velvety like heated and honey and oddly one would notice when the other spoke Miumi made eye-contact and his would gradually release it’s death grip upon the hilt. Once his blood flow had begun to flow easily through his hand once more one could see the faintest hue of color returning to his hand; albeit he was already alabaster to the point where he was like porcelain. The other’s laugh seemed to be warm and hearty almost in the sense that the other seemed to know no suffering, while it caused Miumi to smile ever so slightly causing his upper lip to curl revealing his canines which were larger then Demyx’s and came to a very vicious point. The other’s face would relax for a moment as their eyes would close slightly and their lashes descended covering their sea green eyes for a moment as a smile was returned towards Miumi. While Demyx spoke Miumi allowed his head to slowly lull to one side causing his sable locks to cascade to the right revealing Miumi’s ornate jewelry; or at least part of the set it was a tear-drop shaped sapphire that dangled down a little bit. It would soon become apparent to Miumi that the other bore no malicious intents as they would slowly come to rest upon the grainy sand adjacent to Miumi; the only thing separating them was a couple feet and the playful flames and occasional spark or ember that hissed and steamed upon contact with the moist sand. Miumi would look back around him gathering up the brush and branches that Demyx had caused him to drop and he would rise up for a moment dumping them upon the flame and when the flame suddenly roared to life MIumi would instantly jerk back stumbling into the sand his eyes wide with what one might call shock; he hadn’t expected it to grow so big from plants that weren’t dried. While Demyx spoke Miumi’s hands gathered some of the branches and he would use the dagger as the other spoke Miumi’s eyes remained fixated on the other and no matter how close that Miumi’s blade came to his skin he always seemed to move his hands out of instinct and avoided getting cut. He had fashioned a couple wooden pikes and would grab the fish which had long since stopped moving and pierce them through and place them around the fire in a circle making a triangle of them. He stared at Demyx noticing the faintest look of what could be sadness in a way as he listened to the flames crackle and spit more embers. The flames cast strange shadows upon the ground and Miumi would watch them twist and spiral craning his head back and forth as he looked at the other. His tongue would peak out of his mouth and began to idly twist his jewelery too and fro while he would lean forward much like a dog pawing at the sand for a couple moments; Demyx might wonder what he was doing and soon it became apparently he had seen something move as Miumi pulled out small crab watching as it squirmed and it was only when it’s pincers closed around Miumi’s little finger did Miumi react. His hand would flail every which direction and he ended up flinging the crab a good way down the beach and he would look down at his finger for a moment his eyes welling up with tears; but they didn’t ever seem to fall and he would bring his finger to his mouth and suckle on it while the other asked if he was alone. Miumi would nod his head vigorously casuing a few droplets of water to splay around and soon he shook his head and the rest of his body as he poised himself on all four limbs causing a shower of water to come from his hair and the furr of his tail. Miumi would point at hmself for a moment then at the other before he spoke; Miumi’s voice was soft and child-like and merely hung in the air barely above a whisper at some points. He would repeat the other's name awkwardly stammering over the syllables of the other's name but he pronuced his own. At this point Miumi had also reached over the flames leaning dangerously close to the heat; ignoring the slight warmth he felt to pet the other's head repeating the other's name with more certainty before he would finally revealed his name. " De.. Dem-Dem Demix Demyx ? Demyx!!, I am Miumi !!! “

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