mus. and rules for any starter calls i may like / make !

that probably should have been under a read more but i’m honestly proud at how quick that long reply came to me

     DO ALL RIDICULOUSLY TALL MEN LIKE TO HEAR THEMSELVES TALK? Kagura ignores him for the most part, taking advantage of the time given to remove her boots and shirt, tossing them somewhere in the fog. She’s left in a lace bra and leather leggings, not much room to move and certainly not enough support, but she needs to feel the water droplets on her skin, snaking around her arms, torso, and legs. 

     Jade eyes shift raging blue, and the fog gathers at her back, revealing her position. She stands several meters away, raven hair billowing, and with a mental command, the fog changes states. A restless tidal wave crashes against an invisible wall at her back, depicting suppressed fury, screaming for release. The only hesitation comes from being recognized. No one has spoken of her nature in centuries, and the wave weakens as her composure breaks. 

     If she can’t focus, she can’t fight. Whether it’s a mob of human men slaughtering her coven mates and chasing her for weeks through the forest or her husband’s comrades driving her from his village. Nothing good comes from discovering her identity. And after so many years of silence, of never meeting another of her kind, how does this one know? It’s unlikely that someone else told him. Is he ancient, then? Can she even beat him? Or will she be forced to run away from yet another man? 

     No. Anyone who knows must die. It doesn’t matter how powerful they are. The wave regains its strength and her eyes redden as steam rises in the air. She pushes the water’s temperature beyond boiling, until a lone droplet promises to burn through skin and muscle. 

     “ You get one chance. How do you know what I am? ”

He doesn’t so much as blush at the sight of a woman half disrobing in front of him, all too focused trying to gauge her power level and determining if it was even worth fighting her or more optimal to retreat. Clearly something had triggered her ire and earned her animosity, but he genuinely cannot fathom what he could’ve done to deserve it. Was his existence as a non-mortal reason enough? It’s only natural that those of the supernatural/nonhuman can detect one another, but he always let them be or sought out an alliance.

He has no desire to fight her, but if she insists on emitting such a menacing aura, he may have no choice. Despite his strong inclination and preference to throw fists and unload several rounds first, he isn’t trying to disrupt the life of another being masquerading themselves among humans, especially since that’s what he’s trying to do.

A tilt of the head followed with a quirk of the brow at the harshness of her reaction. Was he not supposed to know? Arms fold across his broad chest, observing her powers with quiet fascination, catching how it faltered when he declared the name of her kind.  

“You’re in our textbooks from the time I’m from. I’m not from this era. I’m from well into the future, and I’m here in this specific year because …”

No. It would be unwise to tell her that he was being chased for going against his fellow council by acting on his own, denouncing their uncompromising and absolute methods of preserving the forces of time. How was he supposed to know she wasn’t working alongside them? If they had an arrangement that he wasn’t privy to? If he willed it, he could look into her precise vitals, her memories, what she’s done, if she would die… but he chooses to learn nothing beyond what she was in favor of respecting their privacy.

And she’s making it difficult to continue doing so.  

Kill this person, they were supposed to die. It matters not if they’re young or or destined to contribute greatly to mankind.

Keep this person alive. It doesn’t matter if they’re a criminal and a blight on society. They’re meant to be alive. We are impartial. Compartmentalize or be taken out.

His defection had put a target on his back. And he had little reason to trust she wasn’t with them. “I have no business with you. I don’t care what you are or what you’re doing. Either let me be on my way, or I’ll make you. If you’re working with them, tell them I don’t regret a damn thing.”

The ocean’s tempest that raged behind her person answered his question. The vapor that emanates from it disclosed her deepened incense, and his cerulean eyes return to its natural red, and his long, soot black hair turns to its true white color. Turning his back to her, he lowers himself to a sprinter’s starting stance, mirroring that of a tiger stooping down as though readying to pounce, and he launches himself off, leaving behind vibrant streak of red lightning behind him.

     ASK HIM HOW HIS DAY WAS? Kagura’s eyes widen, irises reflecting the room’s recessed lighting before she bursts into melodious laughter, high-pitched and gracious. 

     “ I do not meet many men who want to engage in small talk. You’re very interesting, Outlier. Mm. ” She pauses, a slow smile shaping her lips. “ How was your day? ” Her tone is teasing, as if she’s speaking to puppy rather than a man. What’s the difference? 

     “ Are you happy you didn’t die? I am~. Because it seems… ” One hand lifts, index finger trailing down his abdomen and tapping at his waistline. “ You’ve had an unexpected reaction to my abilities. I intend to find out why. ” Could it be that she missed something? Is he not fully human? She’d always known that she could drown and drain, but to give and nourish? How deeply exciting, lighting a fire in her core. 

     Kagura takes note of his unwillingness to return her trapping embrace, but that cannot bother her. She doesn’t need his affection, she needs answers. A brow arches. Handshake or…? “ Or what? You want a   kiss   or something? ” Child’s play. She hasn’t any reservations, especially if it will get her closer to her desires. “ Sure, let’s do it. ”

the lighthearted condescension that drips from her voice when she obliges his half - serious request to inquire about his day, he has to resist doubling over in laughter, nearly mirroring her own dignified, euphonious one, perfectly matching with her poised and divine appearance. instead, his shoulders shake just slightly, throaty chuckles concealed behind a lifted hand, fully understanding why men would seek her establishment out for nightly entertainment. the reverence afforded to her by her clients made sense. as to how far that entertainment went, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t see it fit to ask. it wasn’t his business to begin with   /   he only ventured in trying to flee the demons of the past that beleaguered his mind, fully expecting to drown his sorrows and woes and wallet, and was rewarded appropriately for his foolhardy adventure with a near - death experience. he’ll never be in want for bliss if he made routine visits to her, at the cost of sparing some of his life’s aether to her. 

he’d be hard pressed to find a better arrangement elsewhere. the way her fingers draws a tantalizing trail from his torso to his belt line stirs something from within, but his face betrays next to nothing. he surmised she had another underlying reason for offering preferential treatment and service to him aside from wanting his vitality, and when she confirms his suspicions by outright saying it, he, too, is curious as to why he felt revitalized instead of debiliated and infirm.

‘   well, let’s find out why i’m such an anomaly, then.   ’  he’s glad to be a deviator of the norm if it means being able to see her again. even if it brings him closer to his end. 

@sofronio·  ;  /offers my catboy for an intense or violent starter– 

STARTER MEME  — ACCEPTING !

     HUNTING REQUIRES A MENTAL SHIFT. Blending in darkness, reason submits to ancient instinct as the dormant predator rouses, crushing morality underfoot. It spreads like a ravaging disease infecting her mind, creating distance from newer facades. She is not a business owner nor a widow, but an executioner, a defender, a killer. No more mortals will disappear from her lounge without intervention, without punishment. Even if she must exterminate every supernatural creature in this vicinity. She is too upset to think, too furious to converse, to mediate, to forgive. 

     Boiling blood thrashes in her veins and if she doesn’t release, if she doesn’t solve this issue, or at the very least make a demonstration out of someone, she’ll lose everything. Sacrifices must be made, right? The kawahime appears several feet before him in the dead of night, full moon hanging high overhead, storms engulfing incensed eyes. Thick, opaque fog manifests at her feet, rushing to blanket their surroundings and coat her presence. With his stature, a direct attack would be foolish, so she retreats to gain a better vantage point as the fog carries malicious, echoing laughter. 

                “  Here, kitty. . .    

                  Play with me. ”   

‘    no chance to plead my case, i suppose   ?   ’   the adjudicator of time dryly remarks in response to their patronizing taunt, tone level but edged with subtle irritation. he skulks around what he presumed to be her prowling grounds, observing her movements and appearance with careful scrutiny to aid in his identification of her mortal was ruled out the second he sensed her aura, far too potent and admonitory. he’s prudent not to write her off so soon just because of her stature -- prior experience has shown him that the petite ones always have the fiercest bite. her menacing, murderous air that emanates off of her rouses his morbid interest. to what did he owe the pleasure of having her company   ?   it’s been eons since he’s been pursued like this, her bloodlust graceful despite how deeply he senses the extent of how incensed she was; who had provoked her to be this angry   ?   had he personally done something to incur her wrath, or did he just happen to be close enough to where she deemed him the perfect target to dish out her unbridled fury   ?

‘   no judge or jury, it appears. only executioner. i’ve been declared guilty without so much as trial.   ’   his activity as of recent has been rather quiet   /   he had encountered far too many interesting people of note lately to do what he usually does. ‘   and the one who will be carrying out my death sentence is a kawahime   ?    don’t you normally drown or take handsome mortal men for their essence   ?   i surely haven’t done anything to earn your scorn, nor do i fit the bill of what you prefer to prey on. do tell why you’ve chosen me as your mark tonight. or if you don’t want to talk ... i’m not really in the mood.   ’