Fantasy For my Family

[Cyrionessa]

"Hurt?" Cerys' eyes blazed with fire. "I want you to stop being afraid of me and stop trying to make me be afraid of you. It's not going to work. My word still stands; do it, Ryrax. I want to see if you can follow through with your word." One clawed hand reached out and stilled the shaking hand.

 

[Twizinator]

Ryrax's heart was pounding, as if trying to beat its way out of his ribcage. He was sure she could hear it, feel it. The hand on his own startled him. He swallowed hard, trying to keep up his façade of "dangerous and wild man", but she wasn't buying it.Why?


Suddenly he realized it wasn't her feline aspects that scared him. Well, they did, but they weren't the whole reason. If she was just a cat he would have violently unseated her the moment she'd pounced on him. Something about this woman smashed through his defense mechanism of scaring away whatever scared him. He grit his teeth as his grin fell but his eyes stayed wide as ever, now with fear.


"...I can't" he rasped with his dry throat. "I can't do it." He was helpless for the first time since he was a child. He couldn't tear his eye away from hers, he couldn't move to get out from under her...he could barely breathe. "Why can't I do it?" He growled, but at himself.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"Maybe because you finally met an equal." Cerys licked up the side of his cheek to remove more blood. Her lips shone with blood still, which she licked enticingly. The demon cat's eyes still blazed into his but they softened. She moved her other hand in order to plant it on top of his other hand, holding it down in a defenseless manner. "As have I." Behind the blazing eyes, there was a feral loneliness. Even among the Xevren, she was an oddity. The demon cat that was addicted to blood. Even Estelle knew about this side of her. And only Estelle had not treated her differently for it. This was why her family tried to keep a tight leash on her, so that the demon cat would not appear.

 

[Twizinator]

That look in her eyes...he was acutely familiar with it. After all he'd had the same look for sixteen long years. There was freedom and power in the lone wolf, but there was loneliness and bitterness as well. She'd said they were equals. She said she wanted him to stop trying to make her fear him. She also said she didn't want him to fear her.


Definitely an interesting one. However, she'd shown her hand. His was still concealed and surpressed by the patch over his right eye, and his wild side was arguably less coherent and controllable than what Cerys was displaying.


Speaking of hands, Ryrax was suddenly aware that she was holding both of his hands down with hers, palm to palm. He cautiously let his fingers curl into the gaps of her own. "You probably should fear me. For your own sake," he muttered, almost sadly.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"Because you hide behind that eye-patch?" Cerys smiled. "I saw you remove it during battle and I could sense it's power building. Like this form of mine, it becomes worse with time. They don't call me the Demon Cat for nothing. I've only been this way for a few minutes. If I went past an hour, I'd be no better than the Fell Ones that we kill." She came down and nuzzled his face with her nose. "Don't fear me, Ryrax, because I don't fear you. We are the same, in a way."

 

[Twizinator]

Ryrax blinked in surprise at that. Okay, so she did know his hand...and apparently both of their hands consisted entirely of jokers. "The Demon Cat..." Ryrax muttered, and a half-grin curled his lips, "...and the Mad Wolf." He sighed and shook his head ruefully. "If you chase my tail you'll regret it. Do you really want to be associated with me? The Vejta still think you're just a fun little kitten. Not too late to keep that image." He very slightly tightened his grip on her hands, but he still couldn't throw her off of him.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"I'm not chasing your tail." She laughed at that statement because it sounded completely ludicrous. "I'm the one who is sitting here on top of you still waiting for you to do what you said. I'm just enjoying a game of cat-and-wolf and seeing who will win." Cerys took that moment to lick from his collar bone up to the base of his ear, which she then nipped. Her next words were whispered into his ear. "Here I am, having a bit of fun, and you aren't willing to fight back. It's not quite as fun if you don't."

 

[Twizinator]

The fear had mostly left Ryrax, though it still lingered in the back of his head. He was more confused and, frankly, hilariously innocent at this particular time. Although the details of the situation were rather unique, he realized that he was alone. In the forest. With a young woman wearing...not much. Who was on top of him and literally whispering taunts into his ear. He could only take so much before he broke.


Which he did, though even in that action he stumbled. He meant to push her and himself into upright positions, but he used too much force in his near-panic. He ended up doing exactly what she apparently wanted: he was now pinning her down, hands holding down hers, an almost-perfect turn of the tables, however unintentional they were.


He hastily let go of her hands, raising himself up so he was sitting upright on his knees over her waist. "...Sorry..." he muttered, holding his hands up defensively and not quite meeting her eyes.

 

[Cyrionessa]

Cerys sat up beneath him, reaching up to use both hands to force him to look at her. "Ryrax..." The red started to disappear from her eyes. "There's nothing to be sorry for. You just don't know what you're doing, that's all." Her voice slowly returned to the normal Cerys, albeit and blood covered Cerys. "Don't worry about it." She chose to do the only thing that she knew to do in this situation; she moved her hands off of his face and wrapped her arms around him.

 

[Twizinator]

Everyone has a personal bubble, even Ryrax. However, most people act like his is massive, made of steel, and covered in barbed spikes. In other words, he gets a lot of elbow room. From what Ryrax was getting from Cerys, she just laughed at everyone else, took one look at his 'bubble' and pounced on him with no hesitation. What the hell was WITH this girl?!


As she planted her face in his chest for the umpteenth time that night, Ryrax sighed and wrapped one hand around her waist while using the other to rub her ear just like he'd been doing before. It wouldn't work, he thought. Different families. Too messy.


Just then Ryrax noticed a few drops of blood on her forehead, hidden by a rebellious lock of hair. He gently brushed it aside and ran his tongue over the red drops, cleaning her head. A tiny part of his brain suggested doing the same to the rest of her face. That suggestion nearly led to another short-circuit of his mental processes.

 

[Cyrionessa]

Cerys felt what was going on and could even take a guess at what was going on behind those blue eyes. "Go ahead." She looked up at him, the shine of the blood on her face surrounding her mouth and still runingn down her neck. The smell alone of the blood should have been enough to intoxicate someone. She purred from the ear rubbing and continued to look up. "I know you want to do something about all of this blood. I give you permission to do so."

 

[Twizinator]

Ryrax froze at her first two words. When she finished speaking he stealthily pinched his own arm to make sure he wasn't having some weird trip from someone spiking his stew. Believe it or not that had happened once before.


He cautiously began his task, using his tongue to clean her cheeks, then chin, then neck, then collarbone...eventually he was left with two options: her lips...or what blood had run down her shirt. He forced himself not to look down there, instead looking into her eyes, as if asking if he was allowed...if he was invited.

 

[Cyrionessa]

Cerys nodded. With a bit of the blood gone, she looked less like the Demon Cat. Now, her eyes seemed almost innocent as they crinkled with a smile. Almost innocent was the best way to put it however. She started to play with his hair again so that if he froze again maybe the movement would remind him that this was real.

 

[Twizinator]

Ryrax took a deep breath, slowly moving his lips toward hers...and at the last possible moment before contact, dove his face down the front of her shirt. He closed his eyes as he lapped up the blood greedily, leaving not a single drop unconsumed. When he emerged he was panting slightly and paused to settle his breathing. When he slowly opened his eye it was staring straight into Cerys's. "I saved the best for last," he said softly. His hand that was around her waist pulled her closer, he craned his neck forward, and their lips met. All this time he never stopped rubbing her ear.

 

[Cyrionessa]

Cerys smiled against this contact, many thoughts flying through her mind. Now the cat was terrified. Ryrax hadn't called out her confidence; now, she was kissing a man for the first time. Granted, it was a blood-covered kiss that was wonderfully delicious. She moved against him, as if in an attempt to be physically closer than she already was. Her fingers entangled in his hair and she arched her body against his instinctively. She also kept purring because her ear was being rubbed.

 

[Twizinator]

As she moved into him he deepened the kiss, and his mind went blank. For several long seconds, which felt like years, Ryrax was thoughtless and extremely content. Too soon he pulled himself away from her just enough to breathe, resting his forehead against hers, ceaselessly and rhythmically rubbing her ear. "...Delicious..." he muttered as he caught his breath. "...and I mean you, not the blood. Though that was tasty, too," he added with a gentle smirk.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"You're not so bad yourself." Cerys breathed in deeply. Whatever had just happened, it was making her head swirl. "So....my brain is in a flux and I'm having difficulties holding on to a single train of thought. I guess this is normal...for these occurrences....and I honestly don't want to think right now. Thinking too much spoils things." Her purring continued and she leaned slightly against the hand rubbing her ear. "...and...that's not fair....that's my weakness....."

 

[Twizinator]

"Weakness? What is?" His smirk widened and that devious glint entered his eye. "Hehehe...you mean this?" He brought his left hand up to mimic his right, rubbing both ears at once. "'All is fair in love and war', I believe is what they say." He paused, and cocked his head. "...Wow. You REALLY enjoy this, don't you?"

 

[Cyrionessa]

"...yes....." Her response was long and drawn out as she tried to figure out a way to lean against both hands. "Evil....not right....not fair...." Cerys' entire body was relaxing against his and she was starting to lose all train of coherent thought. Too much more of this and she'd just drift off to sleep against his chest.

 

[MControl]

A shadow fell upon the Neutral grounds, as a tower rose above the horizon. Jyterra in a fit of drunken inspiration, had declared he would capture the soul of a star, and set out to construct a tower to the sky. Barrel after barrel, the tower rose up like a majestic redwood. Soon, it had reached staggering heights, only kept up by barrels reinforced by souls, and yet construction continued on, fueled by construction automatons and wine.


Whilst taking a wine break (which happened quite frequently at this point) he looked out upon the grounds. "Is that Ryrax? Rumor had it he was deathly afraid of cats." Shrugging, as it really didn't affect him either way, he looked at the soul in his hand. It was from a cat-demon he had slain years ago, but had never found a use for, as its catlike nature refused to be commanded. Thinking for a moment, he decided, whilst muttering to himself, "Well, since he apparently likes cats now," to toss the cat-demon soul down to him. Watching it slowly drift down, a victim of its own ephemeral weight, he figured he was getting too sober, and drank the rest of his wine.

 

[Ixidor92]

(I leave you people for one night to get some much-needed sleep, and this is what I come back to?)


A quick explosion of dust emanated from directly behind Ryrax as something collided with the ground. Rather, it was someONE. Jaeger emerged from the dust cloud. His arms, legs, and wings were coated in the red sheen of his combat form, and a tail now appeared behind him. His eyes were narrowed into slits, glaring straight at Ryrax


"Cerys. We have to leave."


His eyes did not turn to hers at any point, completely focused on the man instead.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"And who are you to tell me what to do, Jaeger?" Cerys stood, growling as she talked. "I'm past the age where I need you to protect me. I've chosen to explore this world and make my own deductions about the people in it. Including Ryrax." Cerys straightened back up, the familiar crimson in her eyes. "Now, I'll return when I wish, not when you tell me to." She looked as though she was ready to either spring and attack or jump and flee, whichever was necessary.

 

[Twizinator]

Ryrax faced Jaeger with a half-grin tinged with sadness and regret. "She's pretty wasted, Jaeger. Take care of her on the way back." He gave Cerys a pat on the shoulder and strolled over to the fell one soul, popping it like a pill into his mouth. With that, he blasted off into the night air, giving Jyterra a salute as he flew past to express his thanks for the snack.


She was drunk, he thought, trying to erase the night's events from his mind. She's from a different family, a family that has two members that hate my guts. Though that isn't really news. He sighed. She'll wake up tomorrow and either have forgotten everything, or she'll have a panic attack when she realizes what we did. Either way, the tournament's tomorrow. Come morning the status quo will return and I will be an enemy to her.


He didn't return to the Vejta hall, which had started to calm down by now. He landed on a rooftop and settled in for the night. He could sleep in the standard area but that made others nervous. He'd rest here, out of the sheep's way, where they didn't have to look at the wolf. He closed his eye in solitude, hoping the morning came soon.

 

[Ixidor92]

Jaeger let out a sigh and shook his head


"You know perfectly well I'm not the one telling you what to do Cerys."


He visibly relaxed as Ryrax left the area, some of the red fading from his form as he did so


"The tournament is tomorrow, or rather, it's today given how late it is."


Jaeger decided to take it calmly for now. Without Ryrax in the vicinity, he didn't feel the need to continually keep his guard up. That and he was already in trouble regardless of whether he brought back Cerys or not given how late it was, so he might as well have her come willingly.

 

[Cyrionessa]

Cerys snarled at Jaeger. "I'm not drunk. If you can't tell that I'm sober...." Her anger knew no bounds. So, Ryrax thought that this was all because she had been drunk? More anger flooded her body and she went from angry to furious. "I finally find someone who's just like me....and.....now this...." She stalked over to Jaeger, glaring off into the distance. "Fine. Take me home."


----


Estelle had spent the night dancing with Rudd and was just leaving the Vejta hall when she saw Ryrax land on the roof. Her eyes crinkled into a bemused smile as she looked up at the stars. Well, that was unexpected, though the stars were chattering about them now. They were both cut from the same cloth, weren't they? With a chuckle, she flicked her hand towards the sleeping silhouette of Ryrax on the roof. A few light bolts darted into the Vejta hall and dragged out a blanket. They then covered Ryrax with said blanket and returned to Estelle. She smiled again and began walking back to her own hall for the rest of the night.