`` all these thoughts are never resting !! [kishou

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] Him leaning closer again was pretty much all it took. Her face was already bright, bright red, pretty much matching her eyes for shade, and she squirmed a moment before she felt that draining pull again from the flames. Something that shouldn't have happened. She didn't need to look up to know they were expanding dangerously close to the roof - she could smell the materials beginning to light on fire, though he wouldn't smell the smoke right away. Having already labelled him as an ally, not an enemy, instinct kicked in. The draca were, after all, primarily creatures who flocked together. They would bravely, or stupidly, die to save an ally as any "good soldier" would do. It was in their blood. And she knew that, although fire would not burn her, it would certainly burn him. The soft crackling pop of wings sprouting was nothing compared to the rapid-fire snaps and cracks as each and every bone in her body broke and shattered before growing and sewing back together. Adrenaline caused the pain to be non-existent, though most would still feel it in this extreme case. Again, a genetic fact of her race. So many things were. She hardly fit in the room as it was, but it allowed her to cover him from the flames that were quickly leaping out of control. Her wings shot upright through the roof, claws scooping him up with surprising delicacy as she cradled him close, completely covering him as she used the updrafts cause by the heat to help her propel upwards and into the sky, high enough that no one would see her. Dragons were not as feared as draca by the humans, but nonetheless, she would not be well-received. Her mind still ran on sole instinct though, and a homing beacon had been turned on and there would be no stopping her, like a hound who had caught a scent. Her body, built thinner and lither than most of her race, was made solely for speed and she rocketed through the air, heading straight for the one place that her mind told her would be safe, even though memories reminded her of the flames and gunfire that had echoed through the carved stone hallways. Sanctuary. Home of the Draca race, or at least what was left of it. She rose higher, finding a jetstream of air and settling into it as the adrenaline began to wear off, the pain began to set in. She let the strong air flow hold her aloft, eyes already spotting the mountaintops, nose resting from the overwhelming scents of the city. This high up, there was only her and him. Not even birds flew this, normally, and certainly not at this time of night. With the speed of the jetstream behind her, she made it there remarkably fast, zoning into the highest peaks, a ring that joined a series of ten mountains at their half-way height. Something none could climb into, though she landed at the main entrance outside the ring and in front of two stone statues of dragons that stood guard over an entrance scattered with bones. She set him down just as gently as she'd scooped him up before she touched down just in front of him, changing as she did so, just as speechless as any outsider would be. It was far more magnificent in person than from memory, even in ruins as it was. She stepped forward slowly, respectfully stepping around each and every bone, though only memory guided her between where she knew the fallen should be. All were dragon bones, the human dead having been taken by the victors for a proper burial. She stopped at a hidden crevice near the entrance, kneeling down, her hands running over what looked like a thin, curved layer of obsidian stone, albeit cracked into pieces. Her egg. The very edge crumbled under her touch, though the rest stayed sturdy and in tact. For a moment, she wondered what her adoptive parents must have thought, finding a baby amidst dead dragons and cradled in the confines of a black egg. They must have known, somewhere, deep down. Not that she'd ever truly know. She was drawn out of this train of thought by the self-reminder that she wasn't alone, that he was here. She stood up, brushing her knees off. Welcome to Sanctuary, or what's left of it. [/scrolly]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2liwt2s.png] [scrolly:h(303),w(320),sy] It felt like mere seconds. Everything happened in slow motion. The ceiling caught the flames that Vitae had formed, urging them to spread across the entirety of the walls. The sound of bones shattering and rebuilding themselves. The sight of the flames disappearing, only to be replaced by a large scaly body. Being gasped by claws, unimaginably gentle. The rush of air. RUSH OF AIR? Both of Kishou's eyes were wide open now, staring into the sky, dark, almost impossible to see, especially since they had just come from a bright and flaming room. Once his eyes adjusted slightly to the dark- as much as his demon eyes allowed, he froze. The red-head froze stiff, clutching with fearful fingers on to the draca-now-dragon's arms. The whole sight would have been beautiful, but not this high up. No way. But in what felt like seconds, they were on the ground, in the mountains. The very place he'd been wanting to see. The very place Vitae and he had spoken of almost two hours or so ago - he wasn't too fantastic at telling time without a clock. Shocked eyes, still both open wide, watched the draca change back into her more human form from the dragon form. Too much. Way too much to take in. "The mountains? Sanctuary? What? It's too high." He stumbled after Vitae, only to trip over something solid, bashing his face into the ground. With a mere groan, he sat up, gulping as he spotted what he had tripped on. A bone!? Resisting the urge to scrambled on his hands and knees to distance himself from it, he stood instead. Slowly, though unsteadily walking due to the terrifying flight, after Vitae, the demon spoke again, calmer now. "Please explain what's going on, I am so confused." ----- Words: Three Hundred Seven [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She had ignored the fear, knowing him safe and scared was better than him dead and not feeling anything. She had easily let him stumble around for the first few moments after landing, let him gain his feet back. She nearly felt the need to tell him he should calm down and breath. The air was a bit thinner here to begin with, and although her body was built for it, she couldn't be sure about his. Still, he calmed down on his own, which was a relief. Still, he wanted answers, and she supposed that by now, having seen this, he deserved them. The main question was where to start? She beckoned him to follow with a tilt of her head, slipping into the cave, lighting a single torch with nothing more than a spark - probably all she could muster now anyway - and used it to light the way, moving as if she had been here before even though she hadn't. They were actually descending at this point, working their way to where the tunnel opened up into the valley, as each tunnel did eventually, provided it didn't lead to a room. She knew this one would not. It was then she figured one thing; she may as well start at the very beginning. The draca were not formed through evolution like most species. Centuries ago, in the time of alchemy, we were created to be soldiers, an unbeatable army. We could be easily bigger, stronger, faster than any opponent except the larger races - and we far outnumbered them anyway. We were made to blindly follow orders at first, but before we were given free will the man who made us died. She paused here, laying the flame to touch down in carved out crevice of rock, the flames igniting the oil there and racing down the strip to light the rest of the hall. She repeated this on the other side of the path, then placed the torch back in a bracket on the wall to hold it. Not like anything else could catch on fire anyway - the whole place was made of polished stone, decorated slightly with gemstones. Nothing too extravagant, just a few stones over each doorway to act as signs. Then, she continued. Eventually, people grew afraid. They began to slaughter us, and finally there were some draca who managed to think for themselves. We fled, built this place, Sanctuary. We were safe for so long. Almost nineteen years ago, though, they found us. All but one died. And I only lived because my egg hadn't hatched quite yet. But I remember it all. Collective memory. A tactical advantage turned into a curse. Her voice was just a whisper, but it didn't need to be loud, not in a place so silent. Voices echoed here, and it easily magnified them, as if to make sure he heard each and every word whether she wanted him to or not. [/scrolly]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2liwt2s.png] [scrolly:h(303),w(320),sy] Not one word was spoken by the red haired demon throughout the entire history of the draca. He did not interrupt Vitae to ask something as a eager and curious child would do, nor did he speak anything at the times of her pauses. He just listened to the entire thing, awe crossing his features. Everything was just so odd. How had he not heard of this before? He'd been pretty well informed on most species, and their past- whether they were almost extinct, extinct already. He'd done his research, because he needed to know that for the overall well-being of the gang. He wanted to know what to steer clear of and what he didn't need to worry about. But here was this completely new, practically completely extinct race that he had never known about. And the fact it was all so interesting. Instead of evolution, they had been created. And they had a collective memory... Kishou was struggling to take it in, blue and green eye scanning the area. Pale fingers ran across the stone that surrounded him, mouth agape. Finally, a few words left his mouth, the demon's eyes locking with Vitae's. "This... is crazy. I can't describe how I'm feeling right now." His eyes shifted to his own hand, on the stone. "And that's rare." ----- Words: Two Hundred Twenty Eight [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She had stayed with her back to him for the longest time, the silence washing over her, but just as she turned to make sure he was still there - uncertain why she cared so much about that - his eyes found hers and he spoke again. Except, his words hardly registered. Why? Because his eyes met hers, not his eye. She had assumed it was something like some ugly deformity and that was why he kept the one eye closed. It would seem that was not the case at all. In fact, it was completely the opposite. She was stunned into silence. His green eye had been a really nice shade of green, but the blue was astonishing. Bright and brilliant, the color she had always admired and wanted for her own. Yet, she was cursed to have the traditional red. Plain red. Nothing was ever different. Before she could stop herself, she was reaching over to tilt his face back towards her, confirming she wasn't just seeing things. And she wasn't. She was speechless for another moment before she realized what she was doing, let her hand fall away, and backed up a hurried couple of steps, eyes on the ground, cheeks flaming red., stumbling to try and find an excuse or something. S-sorry, uh, I just... Um... Your... your eyes is... The words stuck in her throat at first, only making her turn a deeper shade of red if it was at all possible. But the memory, like all memories, were going to be burned into her mind now - but at least it was a good memory. She cleared her throat, managing to choke out the last word. It was undeniably honest, mind you, despite the stuttering. Beautiful. It's, uh, beautiful. With the last words hurried and soft-spoken, she turned in a flurry of movement, beginning to walk away as quickly as she could to escape the whole situation, hands ringing together in front of her. [/scrolly]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2liwt2s.png] [scrolly:h(303),w(320),sy] Kishou didn't mind being stared at- not in the least. In fact, he found it flattering. Maybe she was staring at him because she couldn't get enough of his handsome face? Oh god, what if it was because he had something on his face? What if there was something between his teeth? He could be making a complete fool out of himself. Then again, he knew if it was something bad or embarrassing, he could easily weasel his way out of it. He always did. But it was what Vitae said and did that brought the pink grazing his cheeks, and the shock filling his eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit. His eye. He opened it. Resisting the urge to smack a pale hand on to the equally pale face he adorned, the demon prepared to take a deep breath to cease his panicked thoughts. But he didn't take that deep breath. It was that hand on his face that stopped him- even though it had been there before he had planned said deep breath. It almost felt as if he was just becoming aware of it. The touch of her hand on his face. Like the princess unveiling the prince, as if he'd just taken his helmet off. Despite the fact Kishou had not wanted anyone to see his blue eye, he allowed Vitae to keep staring, and compliment him. He didn't thank her though. He didn't have this gorgeous eye for a good reason. He figured he should let her know this. But just as he opened his mouth to say so, she had begun hurrying away, Oh. No. She. Didn't. The demon progressed with wide strides, catching up to his princess easily, grabbing her arm. No extra force was placed into the grasp. Just a firm, Don't leave kind of hold. "Wait." The one word was spoken as he pulled her to look at him once more. He didn't say anything further, just stared and waited. Being his touchy-feely self, he struggled with the urge to kiss his princess, though he figured she might not appreciate it at a time like this. Maybe she felt the same. Or maybe she didn't. With her, he didn't want to ruin any chances. He cared enough about her to be that careful. ----- Words: Three Hundred Ninety Two [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] The hand on her arm nearly made her spin and whack him away, just out of sheer instinct, having not thought at all in the instant she spun. But, she stopped moments before she raised a hand to try and get the contact broken, left it right where it was. She did shift her arm a bit, trying to loosen the grip. It didn't hurt, but that didn't make it particularly comfortable either. She wasn't sure why her heart was pounding - it could have been fear, embarrassment, or a number of other things, or some combination of them even - but it didn't matter why. It wouldn't change the fact that it was and she swore that if she could hear it, he most definitely could. Her hearing wasn't exactly great, after all, and surely his had to be better. But there was an alteration to his scent, and she picked up on it. With only them and the smell of stone, it wasn't exactly difficult, even without focusing on it. The change made her nervous, mostly because she couldn't define it. She could always define an emotion from a scent; anger, hate, jealousy, bitterness, envy. They were all so easy to pick out. But this one, she'd never smelled it before, this faint layering over his normal bonfire-made-of-maple-and-fern smell. She gulped slightly, but now that his eyes were on hers, she couldn't look away from that blue eye. At least, not right away. There's places to sleep this way. We should get going. They're outside, and the sun'll be up bright and early. Trying to break the tension, return to some basic topic. It was the only defence tactic she really had right now, besides knocking him out stone cold and she wasn't exactly about to do that. Finally, she broke eye contact, glancing down again, to his hand on her arm. Biting the inside of her lower lip, just enough to make that statement accurate without leaving it noticeable to him, she bent her elbow, bring her hand up, twisting her arm to slip it from his grip in a rather practised movement, though the flair at the end was hardly something from her memory banks. She slipped her hand in his, giving it a slight tug before continuing to walk. If he had something to say, he could say it while on the move. He may not seem particularly tired, but after a half change, a full change, changing back both times, and the fire incident, she needed to sleep. Not that her pride would ever let her say that out loud or let it show. [/scrolly]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2liwt2s.png] [scrolly:h(303),w(320),sy] Kishou did not miss the way Vitae almost spun and whacked him away. He ignored that though, figuring it was just an instant reaction and she didn't mean to react in that way. What concerned him, was her heart beat. He had a set of intensified ears, so his hearing was much better than a humans, meaning it was probably ten times better than the draca's. And that heartbeat of hers was thudding against her chest- at least that was what it sounded like to those sensitive ears of his. Those two-tone eyes stared at her very red ones, listening to her heart beat- quick as it was- unable to move for a few moments. Though he was sure it only felt like he couldn't move. There's places to sleep this way. We should get going. They're outside, and the sun'll be up bright and early. He was almost disappointed as the smaller girl spoke. Resisting the urge to sigh with that disappointment, he went to follow her- almost obediently- like a dog. Something he didn't do often. But he was interrupted by his princess's movements. She'd moved her arm out of his grip, and her hand into his own. His own hand tightened slightly around hers, though probably not enough to be terribly significant. He definitely did not want to say anything to ruin this. The demon figured holding someone's hand was a big step for the white-haired girl. But he also figured he should say something. "My right eye-" He didn't have to call it his blue eye for it to be obvious which one he was speaking of. "Is my sister's. Not mine. She cursed me." His voice was almost sheepish, borderline cracking under the heaviness of his tone. He didn't explain the curse. He figured if she asked, he would explain. And if she didn't, he wouldn't say anything more about it. ----- Words: Three Hundred Thirty Three [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] Her steps paused a moment as he spoke, peering up at him through her hair as it fell forward in front of her eyes a moment. She shrugged after a moment. Curses weren't that bad, not to her. She didn't ask if he deserved it or not. She understood that revenge was something often sought after, and often in a moment of passion which made one overreact. Even if that wasn't the case, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She started walking again, eyes looking forward. That's the thing about curses, you know. They're just bad spells. They can be broken. She whispered softly, having noted one thing there. She may adore the blue of his eye, but he hardly had the same opinion of it. Or perhaps there was something else related that was what he truly disliked. She couldn't be sure, but either way, it didn't matter much. The next moment, they were finally out of the cave. The run of oil and flame circled around the whole of the valley, not that they could see the other side, since it broke up in each pathway into the mountains. Nonetheless, the light of the flames curved around a bit of a ways in each direction, left and right, before ducking around a corner and back into one of the caves. The only one with an exit was this one, so she knew that eventually the flames would reach the other side of the valley, but it would be quite a few hours before that happened. The caves were extensive, after all. They had housed a whole population. She pulled him after her, down a slop to their left that lead down into the valley. It was a ramp easily wide enough for a dragon, a curve upwards along the open edge formed into a handrail. They had made sure there wasn't a chance of falling unless you purposely leaped off - which, of course, had been a common occurrence. What better way to get wind under your wings than to free fall through the air? Still, it was steep enough to make the descent seem relatively fast, without causing them to fall flat on their faces on the way down. From there, huts and this and that could be seen as shadows through the trees. For the most part, they had slept in the caves, or out under the stars in the hammocks strung between trees. Nonetheless, they had huts for if the population grew a bit too large or they needed to shelter a large amount of people or creatures. They had not been stupid at all.

[/size][/color][/justify][/scrolly][/div][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2liwt2s.png] [scrolly:h(303),w(320),sy] Kishou's eyes watched Vitae, and no longer did he struggle to hide that blue eye. There was no longer any need. She'd seen it. And surprisingly enough she had found it beautiful and hadn't judged him on it. It didn't need to be a secret anymore. It felt like strange, he'd kept it a mystery to many people for many years. "Yes. I know it can be broken. But by a way I would not like to do." His hand loosened around Vitae's briefly as she lead him along, his gaze trailing to each side, examining the surroundings. The whole area was beautiful and unique, unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Trying to ignore the open edge to the side- even though it had a rail- he locked his eyes on the draca's hand. He allowed it to hold his focus while his thoughts trailed from the height they were at to the race Vitae belongs to. How they had been raised, and how he had been raised, it'd been much different, clearly. Without lifting his eyes, the red-head spoke again. "I killed my parents. My sister was mad, so she cursed me." He paused, prepared to not say anything more. It took a few moments before he realized that might make him sound like a killer. He never killed without a real reason to, so he continued speaking. "They tried to kill me. They gave me this scar on my face." Kishou's voice was bitter at the memory. "I would have never done it otherwise." The demon's two-tone eyes trailed along the white-haired girl's back, watching for a reaction. Though he dreaded such, it felt like a huge weight lifted off of his chest. ----- Words: Three Hundred [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] They had just reached the end of the stone path down when he spoke again, and at first, a chill of fear shot straight through her heart, her hand jerking away from his. The change didn't come, not like it normally would have, and she knew it was the simplest thing that stopped it; exhaustion. And that left her only more afraid. Without the size, and flight, she had little doubt she stood no chance against him, not with her minimal training. In fact, the only thing that stopped her from outright shaking at his words was the fact that she liked to think she had more self-control than that. She had never known her birth parents, not directly, but she couldn't imagine ever killing her adoptive parents. And then he expanded. Most people probably wouldn't have believed him, but she could smell the sour waves of scent rolling off him. One could fake a tone of voice, but there was no tricking a draca nose. It took a moment for her breathing to settle, her eyes to return to normal from their wide, deer-in-the-headlights look. Still, she didn't reach out for his hand again. That moment had passed. She still stared at him in silence, wondering why he would tell her now, and, most of all, why tell her at all? It wasn't like he had to. But, at the same time, a million voices told her it was okay. Self-defence was self-defence, and there would be no stopping it. Survival instinct ran even thicker than blood, and that was particularly true to a race of soldiers. They had killed their own to save themselves and those they cared for. They had killed those they loved to saved them from the tragic, painful end of slowly bleeding out. They had killed the traitors. Each one hurt, left a pang of pain in the soul, but it was a forgiveable sin in the eyes of the draca, even if it wasn't in the eyes of the humans. Slowly, she breathed in and tilted her chin up, then down, not quite a robotic movement, but not as fluid as it could have been. Kill or be killed. The way the world always ends up working. No matter how times change. She closed her eyes a moment, reining in the memories that tried to run rampant. She knew they were there, and she didn't need to pay attention to them, not now. Then, they were back in check and her eyes opened again, just in time to have her turn back towards the dirt path that would lead into toward the valley's center, though she stopped just within the trees, where the hammocks started. She sat on the edge of one a moment. He'd shared, much more than he had to and she knew she should give back. What she'd told him, of the draca, you asked around to the right people and you could learn almost all of it. It wasn't like it was personal, not like his story. But, the one thing she could think of, she wouldn't say it. She didn't want it to be true, and his insistence on calling her princess had simply served as a bitter reminder the whole evening. So, instead, she stayed silent, settling into the hammock on her back, staring up at the tree's boughs. Still, it was the mountains, the night was hardly warm. She didn't notice it, not with her higher body temperature, but after a moment, it clicked in he probably would notice the difference, and there weren't exactly blankets around. Pushing away the worrying thoughts that tried to enter her mind, she patted the extra space in the hammock. Temperatures get pretty low up here. You'll freeze without a source of warmth. If I push my temperature up a bit, it should keep you warm enough, but it's pointless if you're five feet away. She was glad she could potentially blame the blush this time on the fact her blood temperature was rising - and it wasn't like he could deny it. She would have felt very feverish before, but now it was beyond any temperature that a human would be able to withstand. They would have boiled within their own skin; but she wasn't exactly worried about it. She wasn't exactly human. [/scrolly]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,416,true]

[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] In the instant that Vitae's hand jerked from his own, it felt like his heart skipped a beat. He'd really fucked up things hadn't he? And for a long moment, he'd completely regretted telling her anything about it. But then again, if he planned on- hopefully sticking around with her- she'd find out sooner or later. He didn't have to tell her. She would have never known otherwise. But he didn't want to lie to her about it. "I'm sorry," Kishou found himself apologizing. It felt like he did way too many new things with the draca around. It felt unnatural, though not entirely in a bad way. But- any normal person who he told this to- he wouldn't have apologized. But then again, they'd be dead. He wouldn't allow anyone else to live, whilst knowing such a large weakness of himself. Kill or be killed. The way the world always ends up working. No matter how times change. "I never wanted to kill them," the demon admitted after Vitae spoke, finally noticing the temperature change at this altitude. Shivers were starting to shake him, his muscles contracting to try and keep him warm. Though he was not human, he was extra sensitive to higher or lower temperatures than what he was used to. He didn't try to get closer to his princess at all though, even though he knew she'd provide him warmth. He'd wait until she said something. He didn't want to cause any rifts in the progress he was making with her. Temperatures get pretty low up here. You'll freeze without a source of warmth. If I push my temperature up a bit, it should keep you warm enough, but it's pointless if you're five feet away. Eyes brightening at what she said- Kishou approached the hammock. Maybe he hadn't screwed everything up. The demon knew that she was just keeping him warm, and not trying to 'cuddle' or anything, but he couldn't help but feel almost excited about it. With his tail curled close to him, the red-head crawled on to the hammock with the draca princess. He didn't get extraordinarily close, but he wasn't far away either. Giving her a smile, he glanced up at the sky, peeking in between the branches of the trees that held up the very hammock that they laid in- plus many others. "Thanks." ----- Words:Four Hundred Seventeen [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She shifted to keep the balance of the hammock so that it didn't tip when he got in, closing her eyes a moment as the heat in her blood got to that point where it was like an actual fever. It was rare she heated it up that much, but she could practically smell the chill. She tried to deny it, but she knew the shivers from the slight fever, self-inflicted or not, would set in soon. Still, she let it seem like the hammock was what slid her down to his side. Except, then that shiver set through her bones, the uncomfortable chill of skin even though inside she was undeniably warm. She'd hated getting sick as a child, always so much that she had never been difficult to get vitamins and veggies into. A healthy eater, something rare in children, but yet she had been. But, if she cooled back down to a comfortable level, she knew for a fact the heat wouldn't reach any more than the side facing her. She'd burned down his house and practically kidnapped him, she owed him this much. So, to stave off the chill on her skin, she went against reason and better judgement and curled into his side, trying to stop the shivering, or at least minimize it. It didn't work, but still. She consoled herself with the fact she was trying. [/scrolly]

[`Question]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,416,true]

[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/20i9847.png] [scrolly:h(222),w(373),sy] The heat coming off of Vitae was shocking to say the least. At first it was just a slight warmth, but as he laid there with her, the heat got hotter and hotter until his whole body felt nice and warm. Cozy like a nice quilt that encased his whole body to keep all of the heat in. His own shivering ceased as he bathed in that heat that the draca provided. That body heat continued to keep him warm, and no longer did he feel the chill of the mountain air as much as before. But then in those next few moments, his princess began to shiver. The shivers seemed to shake her body, and he couldn't help but feel worry coarse through his veins. Was pushing her temperature up doing this to her? From what it appeared- it was. And he wasn't sure he liked that. "Hey, are you okay? Don't over-exert yourself," the demon tried to insist, sliding his right arm around the draca's waist as she curled into his side. It was aimed to be a comforting gesture, nothing more. He wouldn't make a move in a time of weakness for her. Kishou's left hand found it's way to her face, brushing the hair from her face. He was surprised at the heat coming off of her, and it genuinely worried him. ----- Words: Two Hundred Thirty Four [/scrolly]

[Crush]

[atrb=border,0,false][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/jj1m5v.png] [scrolly:h(175),w(460),sy] She insistently nodded at his question, not about to lower her body temperature again just because it made her feel feverish. It wasn't like she was actually sick, there would be no nausea or coughing or anything of that sort. Come morning, the sun would rise, the temperature of the air would increase, and she could lower her body temperature again, and it would be like nothing had happened. She knew it, even if he didn't. She almost said so, but the arm sliding around her and the hand brushing the hair out of her face stopped her for a moment. Now, don't get me wrong, she wasn't exactly some girl who had never held a boy's hand or anything. Hell, she'd illegally gone to clubs with a fake ID and danced with guys quite a few years older than herself, even, but that had been then. Before her heritage reared its ugly head. She'd come to terms with the fact that she'd probably never live that life again, but that didn't mean there hadn't been some change involved. Caution had been one of those things that had come about, mostly because she didn't know what would even trigger the change. Fear and anger, she knew those. Clearly protection was another, if tonight was any indication, but she couldn't go off any memories for this, because those just told her it was different for everyone, unique to that particular draca. Of course, then again, she reminded herself that not only was her body too exhausted to change right now, but it also gave no indications of wanting to. She glanced up at him with a faint smile, though it was half-faked. It's not over-exertion, I'm fine. Just because I can control my body temperature doesn't mean I avoid feeling feverish when its higher is all. She explained, with a bit of a shrug, trying to brush it off as if it was nothing. It wasn't, of course, but she tried to make it sound as normal as breathing, as if she did this all the time, or could if she had the reason to, and that he had no reason to worry. All of which was theoretically true, really. She just didn't enjoy doing it, and she refused to let on to that. It wasn't his concern. [/scrolly]