A Moment of Peace [open]

[teddybear086]

Angelia sat by the water, he toes sparkling at the sea rushed over them. Slowly, she leant forward and dived tinto the sea. It was a boiling hot day and the water soothed her skin. This was where she belonged. Water trickled down her spine and through her hair.
Angelia slowly climbed out of the water and sat beside it, drenched but refreshed. Her long hair was driping constantly and her eyes were sparkling with thrill.
The island was tiny and far away from shore. No one usually came here and it was an unacknowledged place. But somehow Angelia had the feeling that this exceedling hot day would change everything around... But she didn't know how.

[»Kamui Syvil VII]

"Ugh... So... Hot..." Panted a figure stretched out on a rickety raft, which was currently drifting aimlessly. "Why is it so damn hot? The Yôsei is usually chilly..."
It was somewhat of a sad sight, such a small, pathetic raft just drifting in the vast, seemingly endless sea.
Most of the figure's upper body was under the shade of a section of a tattered sail, propped up with the shaft of a broken oar, which at least provided some protection from the unrelenting sun. Strangely enough, a white furred wolf-dog and a young piglet were also under the cloth as well.
Sticking out from the cloth was his legs and bare feet, with a pair of well worn black boots near bye. Next to the boots sat a slumped over ratty looking brown rutsack. His pants, which were baggy and black in color, were rolled up to his knees, exposing lean, toned legs, indicating the person was most likely in good physical shape. However, a jagged, pitted scar ran from the middle of his left shin down to the middle of his foot. A thin, prehensile tail was also visible, covered in bright orange fur, droopingly swayed back and forth.
The end a what appeared to be a dark gray, polished sword sheath made of light-weight iron stuck out from the shade, as did the end of a long object wrapped in black cloth and tightly bound with a black chain. Upon closer inspection, one would fine runes etched into each link on the chain, and that said chain was made of no ordinary metal.
Despite the sun beating down on the two metal objects, the sheath and the chain, they did not grow hot. In fact, quite the opposite, they were deathly cold to the touch. However, more perturbing, to those who could sense such things, was that both the sword and the object in the cloth gave off a faint, though distinct, demonic aura.
"Hmm...," The figure's nose twitched slightly as he stared lazily up at the sail, "Land, I do believe."
After a few more moments of drifing, he felt the bottom of the raft scrape against the sandy beach floor of the tiny island.

[teddybear086]

A noise sounded on the island. Angelia blinked and put her fingers in her ear. She carefully withdrew them. No sound. Angelia crept up and tiptoed over to where the sound had been.
A small gasp sounded through her wide open mouth. A raft. Someone had discovered this island. Then Angelia saw some form of human lying over it.She carefully sliped over to the sea, ready to slip in if nessesary.

[»Kamui Syvil VII]

Kamui sat up, wiping beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand before running a hand through his messy, spiky bright orange hair with a sigh, "It's too hot..."
He looked somewhat thin, but if his exposed arms and legs were anything to go by, he possessed a lean, toned physique. His skin was lightly tanned
Rolling up the long sleeves of his baggy white shirt, he exposed two pitted rows of scars along his right arm, which appeared to be caused by bites from a large animal of some sort.
His face was marked by another thin scar running across his left check at a slant. Despite the scars, he did not put out a menacing aura and had a kind looking face. His ears were pointed, and even though some had mistaken him as such, he was no elf. They were both pierced with small silver rings. Around his neck was a silver chained necklace bearing a cross.
He hopped into the shallow water, pausing a few moments to enjoy the coolness of it and the sensation of the sand between his toes.
The wolf-dog and the piglet both jumped into the water, swimming the the shore. The wolf-dog's fur was as white as fresh snow and her piercing blue eyes as cold as ice. The piglet was, well, small, cute, and pink.
Following the animals, Kamui dragged the raft ashore.
"Hmm..." Standing on the beach, letting the tide lap around his feet and ankles, he surveyed his surroundings. His bright and sharp almond shaped eyes betraying his partial Bokokun heritage.
His right eye was a deep emerald green and the left a fiery orange color, the same as his hair and the fur on his thin, prehensile monkey-like tail, which swung lazily back and forth.
Sakurako came to sit next to Kamui, seeming enjoying the coolness of the lapping water. Yibbles had moved beyond the reach of the tide, sniffing around and digging in the sand with his snout on the hopes of finding something tasty to eat.
After a moment Kamui turned his head in Angelia's direction.
"Hello," He called out cheerfully, giving a slight wave.

[teddybear086]

Angelia turned her head slightly.
'It could be a trick' she thought, 'beware."
The only thing Angelia gave away was a smile, she just hoped her eyes wern't giving away her emotion; fear.
Angelia took a large, deep breath and turned her gaze to the sea.
'Beautiful day,' she said. 'Don't you think?" It was a retoricle question but most people aswered it anyway.
A casual breeze floated in the air and made Angelia's hair drift up behind her. She quickly glued it back down to her back and the breeze drifted away.
Angelia was used to the hot tempretures and hated the cold. This was because she lived on the islands around here and during winter she'd spend all her time in the sea where tempretures were such a minor thing and unrecognisable to Angelia.

[»Kamui Syvil VII]

"Hm." Kamui smiled pleasently, chuckling a bit, "But it's too hot for my tastes. I was raised on a small isle near here, but a bit farther north. Near where the Niflheimr runs into the Yôsei. It was chilly an' misty most of the year...," He trailed of, laughing a bit.
"Ah, I'm sorry. Here I am, a complete stranger, blabbin' away without even introducin' myself." He did a little bow, "Ya' can call me Sy, 'kay?"
Looking up, he motioned with his tail to the wolf-dog and the piglet, "That's Sakurako an' Yibbles."
Yibbles seemed oblivious of her and continued to investigate the beach with his snout.
Sakurako, however, sat motionless by Kamui's side, staring at Angelia with her icy, oddly intelligent blue eyes. It was obvious she had a disdian for strangers.