A Touch Of Frost... [Open]

[DivineDarkness]

Ace was a dim light against the dark, snowy scene of covered ice-frosted cliffs. Whenever she shifted, it was a streak of a pure blue that left a ghostly trail of sprinkled magic. The few patches of grass that stuck up from the snow immediately frosted before slowly being covered by the snow falling lightly from the sky. She didn't make a sound, her translucent, blue skin glowing brighter in light pleasure of the frosted surroundings she caused. It was always a pleasure to see the glittering coat of snow make everything more beautiful.

She quickly flicked towards some trees that were still able to grow along the mountain, the cloudy white swirl that used to be her legs propelling her forward. She waved her hand in an arch along the tree and they also became frosted. Absently, she wondered why that even though she was happy to make the world more beautiful, that she was still somehow lonely. The blue faerie sighed as she dipped down and began to tug at an that was half covered by the snow. She had better start collecting these so they could be planted later.

Her face scrunched up tight as she tugged and tugged, “Mhnnn. Nghnn. Ooph!” The was plucked out from the snow, Ace almost falling back before sighing and fluttering upwards. It would probably be a lot more easier if she was in her larger form. But she'd rather not leave footprints around here.

[JxSlaughter]

F.M. sat among an area that had been hardly covered in frost yet. He sat under one of the trees that was lucky to make a huge height. Around him there were little acorns scattered about. He felt lazy, and didn't know what to do today. No one had been around for miles and miles and was feeling bored. He wanted to cause trouble but there was no one around to piss off.

The little demon didn't need to really eat yet, but he decided to start picking the seeds up anyways. F.M. started to eat it up mindlessly from where he sat as if it was pop-corn. He noticed a light flickering about in the air but he wasn't sure what to make of it and continued eating away to what acorns he could reach without moving his rear.

A cold breeze was settling upon him. He yawned and held the sixth one he picked up to his mouth revealing his pearly white fangs.

[thanh]

(OOC: I Hope you don't mind me joining)

The Nameless Master barely shivered, as he crossed across the frozen mountain, that extends far beyond the eye could see. He exhaled, creating a short misty burst of warm air, suddenly cooling. He took off his conical hat for a moment and brushed back his hair which only stood one centimetre long and placed his conical hat back over his semi-bald head as snowflakes. He pulled his wine bottle from his side sling and took a few gulps before walking on, to continue his journey, West.

His robe blended well with the snow, making the chance of robbers attacking this harmless middle-aged monk on his journey. He switched his sandals for boots, he had bought back in a small town, at the edge of the Five Sacred Mountains. He was told he'd meet a good amount of people or good creatures, on his journey, both good and bad, yet he wouldn't beable to trell until he meets and gets to know them abit.

He continued walking, placing his staff and his right foot infront, followed by the left foot and so on, his Qi sword, clanking against the wooden wine bottle, against his hip and the fresh snow, crunching under his feet..

[DivineDarkness]

Ace was a bit tired from her harvesting of the acorns but she found it quite thrilling work, while others would have thought it dull. She pressed her blue translucent hair from her face before she quickly left the three evenly pile of acorns where they were. Off to find more! She flicked around quickly, searching for anymore before she heard the light crunching and chewing a ways from her. Always being a curious thing, she quickly fluttered into a tree and landed on a branch. She dropped to her knees and peered over, wanting a look-see of what it might be. A squirrel? There weren't many out this time of year though they could be seen from time to time.

She liked squirrels. They were quite polite creatures though they didn't like to share their food. At the sight of fur, her curiosity perked. An animal! She didn't mind animals. They often got along well with her. So, without even pausing, she jumped down from the tree and fluttered down. That is, until she was nearly clearly in its face. An animal with clothes? How strange. And....he was a peculiar looking animal.

She tilted her head at it, observing. "You aren't supposed to eat those."

[JxSlaughter]

Fleeter sat there for a while though he lost sight of the blue light. More coldly the air seemed to be getting here, and more lazier he started feeling. Suddenly and out of the blue the glowing light was in his face. F.M. didn’t jump from surprise but he held the and his face frozen where it as he analyzed her. He saw a tiny woman with long black hair and a transparent appearance to him. Her blue light didn't reflect in his red eyes, but it did cause some discoloration of purple where she highlighted with her presence. He blinked once.

Fleeter was much larger than the being before him. He would be three feet tall if he stood, but his hands were disproportionately bigger than it should have been if he was a regular animal. If he wasn’t so content into eating the acorns he would have crushed her in his massive hands for fun and laugh at the silly cracking of her spine if he could even hear it. He felt like she was scolding him for doing what he did. He popped the into his mouth and licked one of his fangs before speaking.

A voice came, it sounded male, childish and nearly obnoxious. “Why not little bug? Are they yours?” The edge of Fleeter’s mouth lifted showing his hind carnivorous teeth as he smiled in glee for the new, sudden company. His large arms relaxed on his belly and his tail was cushioning his back like a pillow. He called her a bug because he didn't know what else to call her. His vocabulary was very poor but he did hope that it would stir some feelings in her, for he knew that getting terms wrong brought about various emotions in other beings.

[DivineDarkness]

She blinked when the other finished crunching down on the before she heard it call her a 'bug'. Ace made a small scene of stomping her foot in the air at him, her hands dropping on her hips. "I'm not a BUG! I'm a fairy. Fairy!" She said, a bit hurt since a lot of the animals often did say she was small like a bug. Ace tucked her hands behind her back, as she squinted at him. "They aren't mine but I have to replant them so they become trees." She said with a light 'tsk' before she fluttered closer to his face.

"You are a strange creature. I've...never seen anything like you before." She clapped her hands together in delight, her form glowing even brighter. "Oh.~ Now that I get a look at you, you're pretty cute!" She said, before she froze and glanced over her shoulder. "Ah. Foot steps....A human this time of year crossing the mountain?" She questioned before she suddenly fluttered in a streak of blue behind Fleeter, pressing back against the tree. It was instinct, she couldn't help it. "Can I hide here for a bit?"

[thanh]

He continued walking upon the frozen tundra of the mountains until he came across voices, running through the air, in the distance. He pondered on whether he should check out who's there or not, but since the voices are coming from the direction he is heading towards. He figured these voices might be some of those who he shall meet on his journey to his destination- what ever that was. All he remembers his Master saying, "You'll know what your destination, when the time is right." "Gee, thanks for being so helpful," He remembered, replying.

He pulled his bottle from his side sling again and drank, almost going off balance. He put his bottle away and continued walking. A small gust of wind blew his hat back, the strap, hanging off his neck. He decided to keep it like that, for a bit, otherwise the hat will get annoying by blowing back off his head again and again. The monk continued forward till he came upon a strange creature. Yet, nothing else that seems to beable to speak. He guessed this animal was able to communicate verbally, using more than the simple growls, etc. He walked up to it, kneeled over and said, "What a strange creature...Oh well...any creature that belongs on this earth has enough right to live on as I do."

[JxSlaughter]

There was a man coming close to the two. F.M. sat where he was lazily as he did before. He enjoyed the duty of having to hide the little snow fairy from where he was. When she hid he nodded in contentment with himself. Soon the man greeted Fleeter and in his response he narrowed his right eye. The demon eyed him but in a confused manner, he had poor analyzing skills. Fleeter did not see him as a monk, but as a wandering hobo.

F.M. wasn’t sure if the man was trying to mock him, or if he was merely trying to greet him. The little fairy was behind him too, making him feel like he shouldn’t move even though he was starting to want to. As he did when he was always uncertain of what to do he stuck his right hand up in front of the man, and lifted only his black middle finger without saying a word and looking at him in disgust as if he was below him in some obvious class ranking. F.M. waited to see what he would do.

[DivineDarkness]

The little fairy shifted closer to the creature's back, her cool hands brushing along cloth and fur. Though she did make sure she didn't harm the other with her icy ability. She dimmed the blue light of her body, so she wouldn't bring any attention to herself. Unable to help herself, she did slowly manage to peek from the back of Fleeter's neck. What a curious human. Her nose scrunched- the strong stench of alcohol make her face pinch up cutely. His wardrobe reminded her of a monk's, yes she had seen them from time to time, but the clothes didn't fit the man.

Monk's liked their spirits but obviously this one had enjoyed it a bit too much. She glanced down at the large container in the man's hand. And it seemed he would continue to enjoy it. The smell did remind her of the last human she had tended too. So, she decided to keep a kind eye on him. After the monk spoke about Fleeter in such a way, was it any surprise the creature responded in a less then tasteful manner? She blinked when she saw his finger lifted up at the other.

Unable to help herself, she giggled but she quickly placed a hand over her mouth and slipped back behind Fleeter's neck.

[thanh]

Foot prints interrupted him, before he could speak. The monk got up, staggering about, abit, after sensing something behind him. The corner of his eyes caught the glimps of a familiar figure- A man, wearing similar robes as he is, yet has gold trims. The hat he had on was like a horn. From the top, it curved outwards and then down, after a few inches...An Imperial Guard from the land he once called home. The Imperial Guard spoke before him in a language known as 'Zhong Guo' language, "Nameless Monk...We have searched long for you and the murder of a fellow Imperial Guard...We would like you to come peacefully...If not...We shall have to use force."

"You try what you like, Imperial Guard. I only did that because he was the man who murdered my Father, now if you excuse me, I'm on a journey to find my destination in life..." He replied to the Imperial Guard, in 'Zhong Guo'.

The Imperial Guard drew out a broadsword, from his sheath and pointed it towards the monk, "Very well...I have no other choice but....to kill you..." The Imperial Guard swung the heavy broadsword towards the monk's neck, hoping to cleave the monk's head off his body. The monk, bend backwards, his back, lowering to till it almost touched the floor, avoiding the Imperial Guard's sword. His hands formed the shape of as if they where holding two small drinking cups reached out at blinding speed, hitting the Guard in the stomach. The Monk did a summersault and started moving around in an unbalanced manner...

[JxSlaughter]

Being the weak demon that F.M. was, the presence of one too many humans was more than he could bear. Especially since they were not the kind of humans he played with. He could not stay where he was, especially since the two were fighting- the place was now dangerous. As soon as Fleeter heard the voice of another human his defensive instincts kicked in instantly. When guard spoke his eyed widened for a mere second and a magic spell of invisibility surrounded and hid him. The demon who was supposed to be guarding the little fairy disappeared before any fighting could occur.

Fleeter turned to climb up the tree and remembered the little fairy as he glanced at her. Noticing how tiny she was he was curious if his petty magic would work on her. He tried to cast a spell on her. He turned her invisible too not because he wanted to protect her before, but because the most recent thing he thought of was invisibility. He was so excited he almost forgot he wanted to leave. Wanting to play with his new found toy he closed up the front of his odd hood sealing her within it and used his massive hands to swiftly climb up the snow covered tree. All the while when climbing up, she was pressed upon his head as he forced her skyward.

Since they were invisible light shined through their eyes as well, rendering them both blind. But Fleeter was already in front of the tree and had other demonic quirks that allowed him to navigate. He eventually found a branch to hold him. It didn’t have to be a strong branch because he hardly had any mass at all. He mostly looked for thicker branches just so he could grasp them properly with his large hands, so that he would not lose balance and fall.

Fleeter’s petty magic already faded a moment after he scurried like a squirrel to his new resting place. He continued to keep himself invisible with his hood up, so she was stuck inside the mouth of his costume. Yet, she wouldn’t be able to tell unless she felt around or tried to fly away. F.M. snickered with a big fang bearing smile, not paying much attention to the fight below him. He assumed that he was far enough away to keep himself from getting hurt.

[DivineDarkness]

Ace instantly wanted to run when another human appeared as well, her way of thinking not too far from Fleeters'. She wanted to be somewhere safe. The little fairy flicked her head around several times when Fleeter suddenly vanished before she felt the tingling sensation of Fleeter's magic on her. She shivered and shook her little body before glancing around. When she finally adjusted to the magic, she felt the other's hood flop down and press her hard against Fleeter's fur. When she was forced to flop down against Fleeter's fure, the sound that reminded people of a bell sounded off. She immediately began to squirm, her small legs and arms thrashing against whatever it was that was on her. Ace squeaked, feeling her body being propelled upwards.

She dug her small hands in his fur, holding on until the other finally stopped moving and the spell wore off. She didn't let go until she was sure he would stop moving. Slowly, she climbed to his ear before poking it with her finger, "You should have given me a warning!" She yelled, her wings futile fluttering underneath the cloth.

Ace began to squirm to find and open, which seemed a lot harder then she thought it would be.

[thanh]

The nameless monk became distracted at the sound of a voice from the tree. He turned, to see the creature had disappeared but the voice made him wonder abit. The Imperial Guard took this as the opportunity to kill the monk. The Guard sliced the monk, from the waist, upward at a forty-five degree angle. The monk winced in pain at the scar the Guard had now given him. He fell back, against the tree as the Guard was ready to deliver the final strike to end the Monk's life, yet the Monk was not ready to die today. The monk took his bottle and several huge gulps of wine and got up, ignoring the pain the Guard brought upon him. The guard started slashing at the drunken Monk as he waved around and dodged the strikes, moving his body in awkward angles. At the same time the monk would strike back, hitting the Guard at vital areas, the last area to hit would be the throat.

When the Monk hit the Guard in the throat, the guard stopped everything that he was doing, his breathing stopped as did his heart beat. The Monk stepped out of the way as the Guard fell down, heavy upon the ground, his head hitting the tree, made a sickening cracking sound. The now slightly drunken monk fell over on the cold ground, holding his wound. He spoke in the now common language, "You're not taking me anywhere..." typical cheesy line but he just felt like saying it... The monk had no herbs for the wound, now any bandages. He couldn't deal with the wound. He didn't want to die, ofcourse no one does but he knew this wasn't his time to go.

[JxSlaughter]

Fleeter himself became visible and his red demon eyes started to grow bigger with evil intent with his fangs baring a devious smile towards the little fairy. His whiskers stood on end as the little fairy struggled to find an opening. He shook his head quickly in random directions in an attempt to make her dizzy. He then quickly swung himself back so that he would lie on his back. Both of his arms were hanging down from himself to both his sides balancing him. The fairy landed on his moist nose and he licked her once. F.M. then looked through the eye slit in his hood after looking cross eyed at her. He stared towards the ground because he just caught a whiff of blood. F.M. couldn’t see very well because of where he was, and the tooth of his hood overlapped his eye.

He jumped down to take a better look but he opened his hood midway down, hoping that the cute fairy would splatter down into the ground on her own. But he quickly forgot about her and started to move closer to the man. He thought for a moment with a finger on his lip. Then he flicked his whiskers and hopped to the side of the man that appeared to be wounded. Out of curiosity of how bad it was he poked it with his finger slightly, keeping an eye on his face to see if he would cringe in pain.

[thanh]

He crawled on the ground, his wound bleeding heavily. he felt cold, yet probably from the weather. He grabbed one of his wine bottles and took several drinks, hoping it'll ease the pain, before he moves on to the next life. Maybe it is what his Master told him. 'No, it can't be! I have to return to my master to tell him, I have found it!' He thought to himself, seemingly going insane. A cool breeze blew over his bald head. He was stubbornly ignoring the fact he might die, and ignoring the fact that today is the day he will die. He grabbed his staff with both ends.

He tried pulling himself up, only to stumble, forward onto the cold, wet snow, that's now been tainted by the blood of both his foe and his own. He rolled himself over, to face the sky, hoping it'll be the direction his soul will go. his life flashing before his eyes. most of that life, at home, on the monastery, deep in the valley of the five sacred mountains and under the foothills of the Mountain of Song...A paradise he had known, a paradise he will never see again.