A stroll around the dead (Buraindo, I guess)

[Calmay]

Samil walked though the Battle Grounds with his tail wagging. He had finally found some time to take a detour and make his way to the area. Though people tended to avoid the area, he loved the battle grounds. It was filled with the scent of death and he loved the scent of death. It was the first scent he had ever learned and he knew that it would be last smell that he would ever smell. He was glad that it was not raining. It only dulled the smells in the area. He would have liked some sunshine, but the clouds were thick and blocking most of the sunlight. He walked by some corpses and paused when he thought he caught a familiar scent.

He moved towards the scent his tail wagging in excitement. He eventually stopped in front of the corpse and looked at it. "I told you would die if you went this way. But did you listen to me? Nooooo. Now look at you. You're a corpse on the ground being eaten by the wildlife here and I'm alive free to do what I want." He knew that the corpse would not hear him, but he still wanted to say it to the body. He doubted that anyone else would notice to whom the body belonged to but it did not mater to Samil. He knew who it was and that was the most important thing. He stood over the body wondering what to do next. He could continue walking or bury the left overs of the man. He might have not liked him when he was alive, but it was still better than leaving it there to be finished off by the wildlife. He was distracted again by another familiar scent.

He got up and moved to the scent much faster than before. He found another corpse and knelled beside it. "I never thought I would see a coward like you dead on the field. You were always the first one to flee when there was danger. I guess your luck ran out. Serves you right after leaving me in danger like that a couple years back. To bad that I will never get my revenge. It's too bad that I will never get to smell you scent again. I really liked your smell." He stayed there wondering if he should see who else death claimed that battle. He had never gotten around to finding out who had really died that day. He had not wanted to think about all the smells he would never get the chance to catch while walking down the streets.

[bura]

As she walked, the chains on her wings and wrists clanged together and brushed against the ground. Buraindo didn't know how she got here. Well, she never really knew how she got anyway. It's not like she could see where she was going or where she was heading so she could turn around and head back. She didn't sense any danger in this area. But she also didn't smell the rotting corpses until it was too late and she was nearly tripping over them. She had to expel a little of her magic to feel her way around. However, at least she was able to maneuver around the corpses better and not disrespect their bodies by falling over them.

"May your broken soul rest in peace and thrive among the spirits. May you leave your worries with your shadow and may your hearts be unburdened by the past you have lived." She whispered softly to all the dead around her. She always did it and though it may sound like it was out of respect, she really meant her words. She wished for their souls to rest in peace instead of swim in agony like her own. She wished for them to thrive among the spirits while her's still wanders the broken world. She wished for their worries to be left with their shadows and for their hearts to be forever unburdened because her's weren't. However, she had no regrets. She just holds one grudge that burdens her heart.

Buraindo had wandered into the Battle Grounds after Samil and she didn't realize he was there until she took a moment to listen to her surroundings. Since she was blind, her other senses were hyper-sensitive and stronger than that of a normal person's. When she had taken a moment to listen to her surroundings, she could hear a very soft sound. The wind? No, she didn't feel any wind. Breathing? But she was surrounded by the dead, right? Unless... "Hello?" She did not wish to be blind sided (hah). "Anyone there?" She allowed her magic to expand a little more around her, hoping it would brush against the presence she felt with her.

[Calmay]

Samil tail wagged as he caught a new scent. A scent that was not here on the battle field. He had not expected another person to come to this place. Only a few could feel any comfort while being here. Samil was not comforted but he could at least enjoy smells that he had never smelt and did not have the chance to catch when he last was at this field. Back then all he could smell was metal, steal and death. He could even take his time to find all the colleges he had lost during this final conflict. He wanted to be ride of the unknowns so he could relax and have fun not worrying about how some he did not know was dead would react. He got up and looked around.

He felt the presence before he saw it. He turned toward the presence and found it instantly. He made his way to the angel wondering if he could get a more clearer scent if he was closer to her. "Hi there. Come to say your goodbyes to the dead like me?" he said when he was closer. He walked around he taking in her scent. She had the smell of death and yet the scent of life on her. That was indeed a rare smell that he had never smelled before. He wanted to smell more of it and the increased wagging of his tail started to form a slight wind. He eventually stopped walking around the person and looked at her. He finally noticed her wings and chains. "I guess you are not here for that." He took in the scent again trying to find the individual details that each scent had. Then he would be able to locate a single scent among a group of scents.

[bura]

Her chocolate hair fell in front of her eyes, completely hiding them and her cheeks were stained with dried blood. Since he had moved closer to her, she stopped moving and let her magic withdraw into her before she started to stress out her body and bleeding from everywhere. What a surprise that should be for her company. She smiled ever so slightly as he greeted her. So he was friendly. She was glad she had stumbled upon him and not someone that was harsher. She wouldn't say evil because she believed there was good in everyone.

"No, I am not here for that. I was just walking around and guess I wandered here. Something must have drawn my soul here. I have no other explanation." She didn't move as he circled her and she could hear him sniff her. What was he? Certainly a half-breed. Or maybe he was a talking dog. Again, she let her magic expand. Samil could feel a comforting yet cold sensation as her magic enveloped him and she took in his form. A half-breed. And just as quickly as her magic was there, it was gone again.

Her body was covered in dark scars from her past. It was so completely covered, she could probably pass for the dead if she wished. However, her soul was alive. Was this the reason to her mixed smells?

[Calmay]

Samil tail stopped wagging when he felt the magic enveloped him. He did not like any magic covering him. He was going to say something but the magic disappeared. His tail however did not start wagging again. He stood the staring out her. Her scent might have been unique, but he did not how she covered him with magic. He was not going to say anything about it. She had already done it and that was not going to change. "If you are not here for that you should avoid being here. This place has a very string scent of death. People just left these bodies to rot and be eaten by the wildlife. I'm glad I am not one of the people that died here." He was more than glad. He did not want to die with a large mass of people. He wanted to due with a bang or a large fire. However, he was not ready to die yet.

He moved to the nearest corpse. It's body worse the emblem of Daika. The scent was unknown to him. He guessed it was one of the newest members of the army before the fight. "If they can't be buried at least I should cremate him so the rest of him could not be devoured by the animals. At least he does not have to suffer anymore" He summoned a small flame to his hand. He stood there ready to set the body on fire. He waited to see how the female would react.

[bura]

Buraindo frowned a little as his tail stopped wagging. She could not see it but she could hear it. Had the magic made him uncomfortable? She was just trying to see him as best she could. "I am sorry if my magic may have made you feel uncomfortable." She did not tell him why she did it. She would rather avoid the questions as to how she ended up blind. The answer to that question would cause the pain to come back. To make it all too real.

She did not turn her head as he walked to the body and spoke about cremating it. She believed anything would be more respectable than to have the body stay as it was, rotting and being eaten by animals. "If you cremate one, you must cremate them all. One person is no more special than another person. All died for a reason. All were drawn here by fate." She spoke softly, not wishing to threaten him. She was just speaking her mind - her opinion.

[Calmay]

Samil looked at her. How could she expect him to cremate every single corpse here. It would take a couple months and an exhaustive amount of magic. He had not the time or the desire to so such a thing. He had just wanted to respect one person. A little token compared to all that he had done. He extinguished the flame and stood up and looked at her. "I can cremate one if I want. I can choose which corpse because I am alive. That is the reward I get for surviving and living. I got to avoid death again so one person can be more special than they were." It was true, he survived and they died. It was as simple at that. He had served the king like they all did and he was just better at living.

He sighed and turned around. Think about surviving and death always brought back his childhood and he hated such thoughts. It ruined his mood. He returned his attention back to the body and he set it on fire. If he wanted to cremate it he would. She was not going to stop him. "It's not like he has to continue to suffer anymore," he whispered to himself. He then turned back to the female allowing the flame to burn hotter so that all of the man would become ashes. "They were not drawn in by fate, but by the king's order." He would do anything for his king as long as it did not institute dying. That was where he drew the line. His life was not worth more than his loyalty. Though he had yet to receive an order that caused such a contradiction.

[bura]

Buraindo shook her head slightly as he spoke but she would not tell him he was wrong. It was not her place to. She did not want to start a fight or to argue. She would much rather befriend the young fellow. However, she had to get her point across. "No one is better than anyone. No one is more special than anyone. But that is just my opinion." She could not expect him to understand. He had not been through what she has and everyone views the world differently. If he believes that it is his reward to set one person apart from another - even though she believes his reward was to be alive - then she would let him believe that.

She had not moved since he had approached her. She just stood still, her arms by her sides. "What makes him more special than the others? Did you know him? I would understand. I would want to do the same. And wasn't the king trying to play with fate? He chose who went into the war. It was their fate to fall in battle." As it was her fate to be walking out of the shop at the time she did. To stumble upon the two that she did so so long ago.

Her head turned away from him as the thoughts crossed her mind. Her eyes burned. How she wished to cry. Her magic lifted into the air and the clouds began to grow dark. She could not cry but her soul could. Once the thoughts slipped from her mind, she turned her head back toward him but said not a thing as a thin drizzle began to fall.

Was he wounded from his past like she was from hers?

[Calmay]

Samil laughed at the concept of fate. He could not believe in something like that. If he did he could blame them for all that he went through. He could not keep his current attitude if he accepted everything that had happened to him was due to fate. He chose his path and it was not an outside force. He shook his head at that thought. He could have started to state is opinion on fate, he did not feel like arguing in anyway. He did not come here to do that. He had already done that here once. "I never meet him while he was alive. Probably a never arrival to the army before the fight. The ones that I knew on the field that died were mostly people that annoyed me or did me wrong. Those that I like survived. I just picked the corpse that was closest to me." He had protected the ones that were important to him. Well that was before he had lost his right hand and had to wait until it reattached itself. It was faster than letting it regrow.

He pulled himself back from the thoughts of that fight. "It is not my place to challenge the order of my king. He was the first person to defeat me so I will follow him." He wanted to say that it was better than being without a pack. At least this way he had someone to follow. He could not see how long a lone wolf would be able to survive long on their own. When it started to drizzle his tail flicked in annoyment. Rain dulled most of his senses, but he had to admit he loved the smell of nature after the rain fell. He doubted that the smell would be pleasant in such a place though. He just would have to hope that he was no where near the place when the rain stopped. "It is not like every wolf demon gets to choose what pack the belong to." He was not thinking of what he was saying it just came out.

[bura]

Samil might not have believed that everything that has happened to him was because of fate. But Buraindo could. She did not choose what happened to her. If she could have chosen, she wouldn't have gone to the shop like she did. And she wouldn't be here right now. But she did. And she was. It was her fate.

Her head nodded slightly as he spoke about the person. "I see. You are lucky then." Many people had lost those they loved and cared for. But he did not, she supposed. He was lucky. Lucky to be alive. Lucky to have the ones that he cared for. How could he think anything but that was his reward for surviving? She did not know. To her, his reward was living and having those he cared for to live. But his view of a reward was something else. She just shrugged it off in her mind. Let him believe that. If it makes him happy.

She tilted her head to the side as he mentioned the king. She had not said anything about him disobeying the king. "I never said you should disobey your king. Follow who you will. I do not care." She didn't care. He believed he should follow the king. She believed she should not be a follow nor a leader. And being with someone was better than being alone. However, the only person she would want constantly at her side was her son, Shikaku. But he was his own man and was allowed to go as he wished.

The rain was cold against her skin but she did not care. It made her senses come to life and right now, that's the only way she could tell she was alive. Slowly, she tilted her head up to the sky, her hair falling from in front of her eyes. Around her eyes was a golden, metal band with elegant designs that covered her eyes. The dried blood that faintly stained her cheeks washed away. How she wished she could cry. But the artificial tears of the sky would have to do.

[Calmay]

Samil's tail flicked off the water that had accumulated on his tail. He did not want his fir to get to wet, once it did it became heavy. He looked back at the corpse that he had lit and saw the fire start to fizzle and slowly start to die. He ordered the flames to become even hotter. If would give the fire a couple more moments of existence, but it was going to die soon. At least more of the corpse could be burned. "It was not luck, but skill. Luck has never been on my side. Not since I was born. All of us survived because we knew how to survive." That was true. He also made sure to not pick anymore fights with people that were stronger than him. That way the risk for his life was smaller then it was against someone who was a lot more stronger.

"One must know when to challenge death and when not to. And I have learned from a young age how to do that. People who live comfortable lives do not have the chance to learn that." He had seen it plenty of times. People challenging death even though he had no chance of winning. He was not going to make that mistake. He doubted that death was going to give him a second chance again. He took a deep breath taking in the mixed smell of death and rain. His smell was almost completely dulled. He was going to have to rely on his hearing until the rain stopped. His ear twitched when he thought about listening to his surroundings.

[shikaku]

Darkness filled the skies, it was darker that it was before., as the wind started to pick up across the land of the dead, and the rain slowly came to a halt as new aura filled the area, and a new source of magic. The magic and aura of a Demon-Angel. The only Half-Demon, Half-Angel to ever exist. The only angel that had truly ever been born. Large shadows flooded the area Shikaku walked from some nearby tree's towards the broken angel, his mother, and the demon who stood in front of her. His eyes were hidden in darkness, possible to imitate his mom's blindness, or to hide them from all who could see him. His large, and rather fluffy, wings were tucked neatly to his back, though the feathers were a mess, and the ripped pants of a Kimono billowed out slightly behind him. He already had his swords drawn, and his sights fixed upon the demon, and there was a great sense of hatred and disgust towards it.

He slowly made his way over to the two people who did not belong in the wasteland, and then looked down to the burning corpse. This only infuriated the frankly young looking angel, and caused huge spikes of shadows to rise up from the ground in various places around the large area. ”A demon does not deserve to be in the presence of my mother, and what's more, it disrespects the dead by burning the body of the fallen. Despicable. Shikaku's voice was rough, it had lost all of the innocence it once had when he was a kid. It was the voice of a warrior. A warrior who has killed many times for what he believed in. For what he thought was true.

[bura]

She did not mean he was lucky to survive - though he was. She meant he was lucky he still had those he cared about. Her head slowly turned as if she were looking at all the bodies. All of empty shells of the fallen. The families of these men - even these men - were not lucky. They had lost a husband. Or a son. Even a brother. They had all lost a loved one. And the men lost their entire families. They lost their chance to breathe again.

Her head tilted back up to the sky. She could tell it was growing darker. She could feel his presence before Samil could even see it. Shikaku. Her son had returned. But why? She did not know Samil was a demon. She thought he was merely a half-breed like many others she had met.

As Samil talked about death, Buraindo turned her head in the direction she knew Shikaku was coming and softly, she whispered, "Shikaku..." she turned her head back toward Samil. "My son is coming." She completely turned to face where she knew Shikaku would appear. A soft smile grew on her face as she felt his presence near. She loved her son dearly.

However, her smile soon faded as she felt the darkness he brought. She blindly took a step toward her son, stumbling a little as she tripped over a body. "Shikaku, what is it that you are doing here?" She raised her arms up, searching for his form. Her hand fell upon his shoulder as he spoke the word demon. Demon? The person she was conversing with was a demon? She did not know that. He had not tried to hurt her. "Shikaku, it is okay. He has not hurt me. And burning a body is more respectable than letting it get devoured by animals such as vultures and crows." Her hands slid up the young man's neck and gently stroked over the features of his face. She was making sure he was okay and also trying to figure out his expression. As if she could not read his emotions in his words.

[Calmay]

Samil looked at the woman when she said her son was coming. He had not expected another being to be here. He wondered if he would have a similar smell like his mother. He wagged his tail in anticipation his tail. His tail dropped when he felt the negative aura. He did not like the idea that he was going to have to fight, but he would if he needed to survive. He was not in the wrong so he was not going to back down. He snarled at Shikaku, when the spikes appeared on the ground. He was going to hold his territory. No one but the king was going to make him fall back.

"I did nothing wrong. Would you prefer that his body was devoured to nothing by vultures and other creatures." He was not going to be told what to do by someone that knew nothing about him. Knew not what he had to do to survive and reach this point in his existence. He stood there ready to attack, but not drawing the daggers on his side. If a fight could be avoided he would take that chance to avoid the fight. However he guessed that a fight could be unavoidable. "You should listen to your mother. Not all of us have a mother that cares for their children."

[shikaku]

Shikaku's one sword was devoured by shadows as his mother approached and almost fell into him. He quickly wrapped a strong arm around her, to secure and protect her. He calmed down instantly as she touched his cheek, and his negative aura all but disappeared, and the shadows that darkened both the sky, and the ground, disappeared. His cheek was bleeding, as it had been mauled recently. He had come from a fight with another demon. In the light, his body was also bleeding, from several different cuts that littered his scar infested body. The hole in his chest also bled a little, a scar from a gruesome fight with Talon, which he lost, but managed to escape with his life. He liked having his mom close to him, it made him calm, it helped him suppress the demonic urges that he struggled to bury deep within him. It was harder when he was injured, or had been fighting, because he tended to let go slightly, and his demon side pushed harder at the boundaries he'd set up around it. Occasionally it would slip out a little, but he always managed to suppress it again after, to keep it under control. It was easier when he was younger, because his mom would always be there to help him. She knew exactly what to do, what to say, to help him calm down, and he loved her dearly.
Shikaku raised his katana slightly around his mom's back, just so that they wouldn't be completely unprotected during the maternal embrace. ”What are you doing here mom..?” it had been months, maybe years, since he had last seen the only person who he allowed close to him, the only person who accepted him and loved him. He'd missed her, even though it might have been his own fault. He liked being around her, but he hated it when she saw him fight, when she saw him doing what he thought was right. Killing demons