The Fields

*Lands on his toes and takes a few steps back*
There is something else i'd like to ask...
Its a bit personal however, and might be taken the wrong way.

*folds arms over chest and watches Iori, raising an eyebrow*

Have you shared the same experience before?
*he put his hands deep into his pockets*
Im only curious, and you dont have to answer, of course.

*exhales and cracks her knuckles, throwing a blurred punch at Iori's face, her expression disturbingly calm*

You are such an eyesore.

*Iori turns his cheek toward the punch and takes it full force, sliding back a bit*
Ugh... and you are a face sore.

Then stop associating with me.

*lowers her hand and turns around, walking down the hill*

*He rubs his face with a smile*
I could never do that.
You're too much fun.

I could easily.

*places a hand over her mouth and continued walking, coughing up blood and closing her eyes*

*follows behind her*
But you wont.
Just as i wouldnt.

*coughs up blood once more and lowers her hand, sighing*

Of course.

*sits down on the grass and lays back, placing her blood covered palm on the grass, her eyes closed*

*exhales and slowly falls asleep, turning on her side and pushing heat from her pores to keep herself warm*

(I'm going to go for the night. Goodnight!)

*Iori watches calmly as Sakurai falls asleep and he frowns slightly*
You deserve better than that.
*He gently picks her up into his arms and walks off to her dorm*

(Sleep well)

*walks here in full form, walking in the tall frozen grasses*

Noah felt the chill of the breezes flowing like a mist it came asunder and yet under his coat his feet with ease shattered the glass like grass in fact it oblirated them in a soft yet harsh crunch it was death on the fields and chill in the bones of Nowatanbe Watanuki. He felt the cold because he wasn’t ready for it in his heart he wanted the chill as well it to him was still roof that he was still human although he Knew such a luxury was a liability. He walked with his head hanged low with the weight of an albatross around his neck he felt guilt for reason unknown but they were still as true in his face because if it weren’t dark it would be blue..

*smells someone, stops walking, crouches in the tall frozen grasses*
that smell....its so familiar...

His walk was that of a drunken man swaying in wind, not there but it was a torrent in Noah but he figured he was alone so he let it show his inner imbalance that he so whole heartily embraced as a the truth that can't be silenced or stop his pain was his focus as he raised his head to brave the chill his face with a smile and tips of his face sting with the power of the cold it was his own cold but he was sane but not sane in a away he could laugh out loud but he chose not to instead his truth his pain his failure his right his wrong pushed him and he pushed back with a smile and placing his hands into his pockets. He regain his balance with more imblance, and he looked to the sky and let out a moist hot blast of what was in his lungs he was Mad But happy, Ignorant to the world around him

*growls slightly then jumps out at him, taking him to the ground, my paws on his shoulders holding him down*

He was taken with such fury and white rage that he lost his joy his happiness his balance to this beast he was most insulted most enraged but it didn't out right maul him, that made him think not panic he was more mad then panicked but his cowardice kicked in Like an stubborn ass Braying at one straw too many, He shouted loudly, "Get off!!!" his second reaction was to kick the beast but it had struck with such accuracy all he could do was struggle like a child if it wanted him It had him for now but as always his blade was at his waist and it was a simple command to free himself.

*looks at him, notices who it is then slowly steps off of him and backs up*

The beast was Quite large to his eyes very ferice very fearsome in fact Noah could feel the very heat on his his face from this beast but It didn't arm him yet instead to his surprise it got off of him. He felt the pressure come from his shoulders relive its self from him I say he felt because he had closed his eyes in fear " if he died He figured to go out as peaceful looking as he could so the couldn't say he was frozen with fear in his eyes but why was he thinking about that. after the beast removed itself from him he opened his eyes, "And stood up he wanted to run but he was frozen in fear though he didn't look it the most he could do was run his fingers through his hair and say a comment no matter how wrong it was at the time, "I guess I'm a bit to rich for your blood" he then shrugged his shoulders, "Its a god thing you didn't eat me you were liable to get sick." He smiles a false smile and looked for an exit.

*gives him a dark grin, eyes as red as blood, slightly showing teeth*

He took steps back not once taking his eyes off the creature and it beastly wonder that enthralled him so with fear he figured he didn't need to hide his steps it would hear them anyway then he looked around for others, Giving very fleeting glances to the tundra of dry grass around him scanning for any extra movement because beast rarely hunt on their own, "Are you alone?" he asked while taking steps back crunching in the snow, his hand trained on his blade his step very controlled fear was becoming confidance with each passing moment. his false smile becoming real because if it was only one he could win and live if it wanted him but he was getting the idea that it didn't want him, Not yet any ay and he half expected the beast to answer his query and it seemed familar to him.

*takes steps towards him, still grinning, eyes growing deeper colored*

Noah takes a more fearful look around him with fleeting eyes the step toward him made him uneasy once more but he stayed true to his wits still talking with the beast like it understood his shaky words and bravado, "So do you want me Or don't you." his voice was sure of points of sharp panic, He looked around once more to find that nothing has changed he was still facing down a beast, and he frowned, " I am not too sure I know how to please your kind." he said in a embarrassed manner, rubbing his head confused with a sheepish look on his face he was no ready to run because it seemed less dageruous than fighting, He took another step back and he heard the twigs break in the distance he was now hyper aware with too much adranaline running in his body, he stunk of fear and he knew it. he grabbed the hilt of his blade and gave the command shatter while it was still in the sheath, he didn't speak the command but he heard it shatter in the sheath it would come out in pieces if he drew for his blade

*takes a leap towards him and changes back to normal*
awww...dont be scared of good ol' me
*keeps the grin on my face, eyes stay deep red*

When She jumped toward him if he had a full bladder it would be empty as of right now but it wasn't full at the time that didn't stop him from hitting the ground in fear but the fear stopped him from asking a question that has been burning in his head What are you. but that would be rude, "Oh its just you." he said feeling the pain of impaling himself on the frost blades on the ground and the impact twice of the rock hard frozen soil below. "Do you get your Jollies Scaring poor defencless people like me?" he smiled when said it, but his eyes told a different tale like always, Then he started to piece together the egnigma of she but it was a bit slow.