Lazy Day [open]

[Dev'on Zarki]

'Hm, yes this is one of the best places,' Dev'on thought as he scratched his ear with his hind paw. Though the grasses were high and tickled him he preferred the warmer weather than the cold that seemed to be settling over the land. It must be winter again. Not that Dev kept track. Really he'd been so many winters now they all seemed to blend together. Very lonely winters.

The reddish brown Sennyo stood and stretched. He would have yawned if he could have gotten his jaw to open that far. But alas, most of the muscles in his face were pulled tight because they healed wrong after he acquired the large scar that distorted his whole face. Nothing to be done about that.

The wind rustled and Dev lifted his head, ears perked. For a moment he thought he had heard a rabbit. Now seemed as good a time as ever to eat. Lucky for him, his pelt blended in to the grasses. All except for his paws that is, but it wouldn't really hinder him all that much, his experience out weighed the disadvantage. His orange and gray butterfly wings fluttered a bit in anticipation of the hunt. Deep blue eyes scanned the vastness of the plains. The grass hid everything so he was going to have to use his nose. That at least, worked perfectly fine.

Following his nose Dev stalked through the grass. The smell of earth and dried leaves were on the air. Which was odd considering how few trees there were. It could have just been the scent of the dryness itself. But Dev didn't really have the time to sit and ponder. The scent of rabbit drifted by, leading him to a slightly thin looking bunny. Quietly and with the skill of practice he snuck up on it, finishing it off quick and painless.

Dev carried the large rodent do a spot where the grass wasn't as tall, or annoying, and laid down to enjoy his meal.

[revontulet.zarki ♔]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,63,true][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 15 25 15 25; background-image: url(http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/RevontuletTable-1.gif);,true,] T H E . M A G I C I A N There was that same winter chill that seemed to be sweeping over the many lands, but the lack of snow and ice provided a different sort of scenery. Revontulet wasn’t going to lie, winter was something full of beauty, the way the snow fell to the earth, how the leaves of trees were replaced with layers of white, and just the subtle grace and peacefulness from the view of a winter wonderland. All of it was something not to be underappreciated. Though there were still the icy cold winds that would sting like knifes slitting across skin, and the loud howl of winter’s majestic power raging all around him on the darkest of nights. Winter was a troublesome mistress indeed. But here, out in the plains... it was a nice change to the usual winter look. The long and tall grass prodded and brushed against his pelt, causing a bit of an uncomfortable sensation, but the feeling of the wind running through his fur compensated for it. A loud yawn found it’s way into the air as Revon stopped to stretch. He had been wandering for days now, jumping from land to land, perhaps he should find somewhere to rest soon. Well he surely wasn’t going to be getting any decent rest when all the grass was still tickling and poking against his body. The sennyo hummed, letting his thoughts wander and tried to think of a plan for the rest of the day. Food wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But it was a bit hard to spot something in the dastardly grass surrounding him. Maybe later when he reached a more... level and less confining area. It really was confining in a sense, as the tall leaves and grass closed him in, trapping him in an invisible box and leaving him incredibly vulnerable to attackers who had better vision than him. So no food until later, no rest until later, and find somewhere to go that wasn’t so bloody bothersome. Not only was the weather an issue, the land was as well. Picky Revon was, perhaps, but if he was going to be doing anything, it was going to need to be somewhere more tolerable. He was a fan of neither dry, hot, or the blistering cold, but he had yet to find anywhere that suited him, so for now, it was just the plains he would have to suffer through. What else was there for him to do? All else seemed to have been put on hold. He could have done a small show or two, but what audience did he have? Revontulet let out a sigh and picked up his pace, hoping to come across a small pool of water along the way. As he continued on, the grass seemed to have been getting shorter and shorter. At least it was getting better on one part. Lifting his head up all the way, he peered over the dry greenery, dark gray eyes scanning across the horizon. A strong breeze blew past him, carrying a scent along with it. Revon perked up a bit, finding joy in the possibility of company. But something was off about the scent... it seemed oddly familiar. Not something he could remember off the top of his head, but the smell, it was as if it had been engraved into his mind long ago. Eyes narrowing as he continued to do a visual of the area, he came across a small patch where the grass was considerably shorter and with it, a small figure resting on it. He was still too far to tell who it was for sure, but he bounded off in the direction of the stranger, nonetheless. It wasn’t too long before he got close enough to the patch of land he had spotted a while back, the familiar and yet foreign scent stronger than ever. Finding his way through the taller bits of grass and following the scent, he finally found the wolf. Eyes wide, mouth open ever so slightly, body crouching down and about to take a step back. Disbelief. Was this some sort of sick joke? Was the world really that much of a bastard to pull this on the lone magician? Really, what fresh hell had he just walked into, because whatever he had done wrong, this was beyond the punishment he deserved. The sennyo had left that past a very long time ago, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he would come face to face with it ever again. No. He was jumping far ahead of himself. Perhaps it was just some sennyo that happened to look incredibly similar to the one he had come to love and cherish so very long ago while in his childhood years. But none of it explained as to why the stranger's scent was so bloody familiar. Fear, confusion, hope and pain, all of it clear in his eyes. The words came tumbling out of his maw before he could even fight against it, his voice no louder than a whisper. ”Dev’on...” word count ;; 864 ! tags ;; dev'on ! kitten ! ooc notes ;; bah, hope this was okay. >__> musical inspiration ;; born to die - lana del rey!

[Dev'on Zarki]

A soft breeze bent the surrounding grasses stirring up a familiar smell that had Dev'on falling into memories as he ate his meal. In his mind he was transported to a time one hundred years ago. Memories could be dangerous but Dev had had learned to live with them. They were good memories, it was just the fact that they were in the past. The fact that he could never return to that place was what made them hurt.

A place where he had his whole family beside him, instead of being alone. With is mother and father, his sister and older brother. The fortune telling wolves and the illusionists. The whole crazy rag-tag team, he missed them all. But it hurt less now. A sigh escaped him. It was impossible to return.

"Dev'on?"

The whispered sound of his name drew the scarred Sennyo's attention. Dark blue eyes, deep as the night sky landed on a pelt strikingly familiar. Navy blue fur, just like on Dev'on's legs, covered the wolf. He was bright and brilliant and looked similar to Dev's father... and exactly like Revon.

The reddish brown Sennyo was on his feet in an instant. Could it be? Could it really be? After all those years of searching and coming up with empty paws. Now, when he's finally given up, he finds him? The world worked in mysterious ways. Dev wanted to yip and bark like a pup. He wanted to burst out into an enormous grin, but couldn't. The only way he could show his joy outwardly was with actions. The frantic swishing of his tail and light in his eyes was all that portrayed how ecstatic he was to see his long lost brother.

Without hesitation Dev'on buried his nose in Revon's shoulder, breathing in the other's familiar scent. One he hadn't smelled in a long time. One he hadn't been able to disassociate with the smell of smoke and fire until now.

"Revon! Revon! Revon!" he mumbled over and over again, nuzzling his shoulder. It was about all he could say at the moment. No words could describe how much he had missed the blue Sennyo or how happy he was at that moment.

[Natsu]

The young Keiyou was soaring overhead, catching the cold winter breezes. Cold as they were they delighted her, she never usually got cold, plus it never irked her. Unless her milky white wings got wet, she hated that, her feathers, didn’t get dry until she flapped them, making her body wet. She flapped them; she turned into a different air current carrying her in the opposite direction. Whirling her onto her right wings she twisted, and turned, trying to get free from the winds grasp. She turned her body back into her original air current; she sighed and caught up with her breathing. She turned to land in brownish grass, and landed gently as she could on the crackling grass.

She sighed and walked slowly, she heard something in the distance voices. Voices? Out here? She was surprised; this wasn’t the most desirable location on the world. She flattened herself into the ground forgetting about her white wings, peering through the brown grass, she made out a navy figure with butterfly wings. A Sennyo. She thought she glanced the other way, finding a rustic brown figure with navy stockings. Another sennyo? Wasn’t one enough? She could hear their names, not very well, Dev’on and Revontulet. Weird names, weirder than Natsu, she sighed, sennyo lived longer, than her by a longshot.

The rustic one said Revontulet, guessing Revontulet was the navy one. Dev’on was the rustic one. She gained courage, then lost it, and gained it again. She gained enough to sputter out. “H-hello,” she took a step, and then retracted it. “A-Am I disrupting your conversation?” She said in a meek voice. She flattened her wings, and sat down. “I-if I’m not m-may I join in?” She said in a normal tone. She looked at the one called Dev’on, seeing his face scared her, she looked to Revontulet, and his face not messed up. “M-my name is Natsu Kitsune.” She shook in fear, wanting to run. “Yours?” She asked both wolves, glancing back and forth.

[revontulet.zarki ♔]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,63,true][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 15 25 15 25; background-image: url(http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z341/awaywithmysanity/RevontuletTable-1.gif);,true,] T H E . M A G I C I A N The sennyo was torn between denial and joy. He had left that past, left it so very long ago, what had he done to deserve to reconcile? He was a wolf of little regret, and if it had not been his choosing to leave the small troupe of entertainers, he would have never met Kylma... but it still pained him to think of the family he had left behind. His younger brother, Dev’on the most. Oh how close they were, it almost brought a large grin on his lips, but he kept his expression stoic. The remembrance tugged that same painful feeling whenever he were to get lost in his thoughts of his past lover. His family was just the same. They were always the same. Revontulet was not one to choose between his love and his family, mainly because he had left his kin long before he had met Kylma. He was never forced to choose, and in a way, he wanted to forget his early life, and the circus he called home from days past. Pain, more pain. He endured much through his long life, more than one wolf need to go through. Revon didn’t have a scary past, where his family was slaughtered or he was cast out because of trivial reasons. No, he had a lovely upbringing, one full of happiness. But there was still a sort of sadness that he couldn’t pin, that eerie state of heartache that haunted him. Most of it faint whispers of his time with Kylma, the rest a sort of nostalgia for better days. Revontulet watched as his sibling suddenly ran to him, burring his nose in the magician’s shoulder. At first he went rigid, worried that the moment the two mad contact, Dev’on would disappear into smoke as if he was one of the elder sennyo’s illusions. Listening to his younger brother chant his name over and over again, it allowed Revon to settle, to relax and begin to grasp that yes, the wolf before him was real. That he wasn’t going insane and finally loosing it. Pressing his face against his younger brother’s neck, he too breathed in the familiar scent, still thinking it was too good to be true. He was at an utter loss for words, simply just embracing the moment and taking the opportunity he hadn’t had in an incredibly long time to just be with the other. Fate had the strangest way of working, but if she felt generosity in her heart, who was he to question it? After a moment of silence from Revontulet, he finally opened his mouth to speak. ”But how? I thought- I thought you-” Still unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences, the sennyo shut his mouth once more, taking a step back to steal a good look of his younger brother. The first thing that had caught his eye was the nasty scar drawn right across the other’s face. ”A bit of a bad ass now, are we, Devvy?” He commented jokingly, using a nickname from the distant past. It’s been what Revon has felt like a lifetime since he used that name, and it brought a playful smirk on his lips. He had to admit though, his brother had grown quite a bit, but Revon was still taller, something he would have to mock Dev’on about later. The presence of another wolf had caught his attention, causing his head to quickly turn to the side and allow his eyes to fall on the stranger. Revontulet arched a brow as his stormy grey eyes spotted a winged wolf, the trademark of the keiyou. A-Am I disrupting your conversation? Of course she was, and Revon had the urge to turn a bit rude and snap at her, but he kept in check. ”Of course not, love. Just chatting up a dear old friend of mine.” He replied, a devious smile on his lips as when he turned back to Dev’on. He looked back at the female once more when she continued to speak, stating her name as Natsu Kitsune. Contradicting this one was. She had asked to join their conversation, but shook in clear intimidation and fear as she went on. Revontulet’s smile grew even more when she had enquired about his name. Turning his entire body so that he now faced the keiyou, he gave a royal bow. ”They call me the Magician, Miss Natsu.” He answered after he stood straight up again. Revon looked over to his younger brother form the corner of his eye, waiting for his reaction at the title. Hopefully he hadn’t thought Revon was out of the show business, but with this in mind, it made him wonder about what Dev was up to as well. word count ;; 864 ! tags ;; dev'on ! natsu ! ooc notes ;; oh lawdy, so sorry for the wait. Dx musical inspiration ;; lolita - lana del rey!