Sheika x "Nameless"

[Rythos]

She didn't even know why she was here, stupid garden. She'd rather be in a canyon, or on a beach, or... somewhere other than here! She wanted to be in some place with rocks and mists over flowing water. She padded along, sighing to herself and fluttering her scaled and scarred wings. Was there nothing here to entertain her? It didn't seem likely... she'd just been dumped off in this huge, but enclosed area. How great.

[Rythos]

My, my, wasn't this pleasant? He padded through the gardens, looking impressed with the lush greenery. True, he liked his world a little more misty, with a few more stones and some more water, but maybe he just wasn't deep enough in to find that sort of area yet. His long silky fur trailed behind him, and he hummed softly to himself. It was nice to be alone sometimes, but sometimes he wished he could have just a little bit of company.

[Rythos]

She spread her wings and crouched, growling to herself. Fine, if they tried to trap her in here, she'd just fly away! But, wait... who was that? She slowly stood straight again, looking suspiciously at the great, white form. The growl in her died down to a gentle rumble of curiosity, and her ears perked forward as she stared across the sunny glade. Whomever this was, they better have a good reason for disturbing her.

[Rythos]

Hoho, now this was a new development. He raised his eyes to her, tail stopped and paw hanging in midstep. He - or was it a she? - was something unique, that was for sure. It had a long, yet curled tail, and tattered wings of scales that hesitated by the Volpes' side. Their colors were strange, yet somehow... attractive, to him. And the eyes, large and vivid, bright with color... surely, it must have been a female?

[Rythos]

He was... well, he was certainly something. Exactly what, she didn't know yet. She took a few moments to look him over, assess what it was she was looking at. He had long, silky fur, white as new fallen snow, and pale eyes of soft blue. Two big, angelic wings sprouted from his sides, much different from those of other Volpes that she had often seen. And, there was something about him, something... something she couldn't place. She took a hesitant pair of steps towards him, and then set a paw back. She wasn't at all sure of this, not one little bit.

[Rythos]

His eyes fell down upon the single tail on this strange Volpe, and his mouth fell open in disappointment. One tail, and no sign of another, smaller one hiding anywhere. It had to have been a boy, then, like him. How else could one explain it? Ahh, well, what could one do? He did wonder, however, as he looked at the Volpe again - if it was a male, why was he so attracted to it, in that way? ...oh dear. Maybe he really was more like Diurne than he'd first thought. That was an unexpected turn of the day.

[Rythos]

He still wasn't speaking - what was his problem? Her ear gave a flick back, golden earring tinging against her cheekbone. Well, fine, if he wasn't going to... "...hey." Oh, how literate of you! she scolded herself. That really makes you look like a strong, independent leader. Good job. Oh, shut up. She really hated it when her mind did that, it always gave her a headache or two.

[Rythos]

That voice! His ears pricked forward, and his tail gave a slow, gentle wag. So, it was a female! What a relief, he'd just begun to think... well, that was behind him. What was in front of him was better - much, much better. He took a step forward to match the one she'd taken back a few moments ago, turning his open mouth into an inviting canine grin. "Why, hello yourself. What might I call a pretty lady like you?"

[Rythos]

A... pretty lady? Oh, he was just ASKING for a fight, wasn't he?! Woah, woah, girl. You don't know this guy, he doesn't know you. He's just being polite. Oh, polite her tail, he was asking for it. She mentally just sighed at herself, before she shook it off. "...the name's Sheika, Sheikatora Ragnarok. Some call me Raggz, I don't really care." She inclined her head, expression cool. "And you, Mr. Polite?"

[Rythos]

She was fiesty. Heh, it was a good thing he liked fiesty. "Aah, it doesn't really matter what you call me, does it?" he asked with a little chuckle. "I'm called plenty of different things. Whatever you want, really..." He ran his eyes down her again, admiring her features. She certainly was beautiful, despite the ragged traits. It was a different form of beauty, and... he cared for it in an oddly strong manner. Mmm, perhaps it was the season... yes, that must have been it.

[Rythos]

Now this was suspicious - why wouldn't he tell her his name? She tried to hide the emotion from her eyes, but somehow she wasn't quite sure if she succeeded. Shaking it off with a whisk of her head. She padded a few paces in the other direction and crouched down. "Well, that's nice. If you don't mind, I'll just be on my way, then.." Without giving him any chance to stop her, she sprang upwards, and with a few flaps she was in the air, riding on the currents. Her wings may have been damaged, but that didn't stop her from flying completely, did it?

[Rythos]

She was off, just like that. "Well," he murmured to himself, walking forward. "If you insist on playing hard to get, I might as well play along." He spread his own massive, white wings, and with a great flap of power he rocketed into the air after her. "Hey, why so fast, pretty lady?" It wasn't that he'd forgotten her name - he doubted he ever would - he just got the feeling this might get a bigger reaction out of her. So far, he liked her reactions, and he just wanted to see more and more of them. They were... cute, somehow. He just couldn't put his paw on why.

[Rythos]

Ugh, was he following her? She tried to fly faster, beating her wings and holding her paws close to give herself speed. She growled and mumbled to herself, complaining about him. Sure, he made her curious, but that didn't mean she wanted him to become her stalker. Besides, he wouldn't even give her his name! ...if he HAD a name... jeez, what if he didn't? That wasn't a reason not to trust him... it was beginning to make her feel a little guilty. She growled again, shaking her head. Why should she? She'd never felt guilty about things like this before... stupid males. They only got in the way.

[Rythos]

She was trying to outfly him! He beat his own wings faster, letting the smooth wind carry him along after her. His broad, strong winds supported his weight better than that of her heavy scales and leather, and though she was more flighty than he, he caught up until he was hovering right beside her. "Come now, I just wanted some company. You can't tell me you want to be alone this whole time we're here, can you?" He couldn't imagine she would be - after all, they were both Volpes, they were pack animals! One day, or even an hour together with him, wouldn't hurt, surely.

[Rythos]

Oh, he'd caught her! What a stupid bother, annyoying little... oh, why the hell did it matter? It wasn't like she had anything else to do today! "...you're never going to give up, are you?" She asked, peering over her shoulder at him with emerald eyes. They a quality of what seemed like admiration for the big winged male. Perhaps it was the way he'd followed her, the way he always kept that cool tone... or maybe it was just the feel of the morning. Whatever it was, something kept her from trying to flee again, and somehow she didn't think she would try again.