by geinkotsu » Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:03 am
She was one of those annoying types, he mused. So full of herself and completely hijacked with witty comments. He loathed those kinds of people. Always had something to say but nothing ever to back it up. On the other hand, this one was quite an experienced catcher, he could tell by just her age and the way she didn’t seem to mind his presence. Oh, she knew who he was, she wasn’t stupid. Which was why her question was simply rhetorical to him. Sylas walked along the boulder, golden yellow eyes gazing down at her.
“Everyone has a Ruby. At least one, to keep away the dark creatures of the night where no light can be found. The most common spot to keep such a thing is around the neck or wrists- but there are other uses.” Sylas turned his eyes up to the trees. Small red glints were faint against the small light of the sky. The trees were ornamented with them- a sort of barrier around the spot to keep other Shadows away. It was difficult to tie them to the branches, considering he was a Shadow himself, but he did it anyways. It repelled most Shadows, since the sense of a ruby would easily scare them off. But some had no qualms with fighting someone with a ruby. Those were the ones that liked to come strolling in here, despite the fact the place was probably literally littered with Rubies.
How did he get them all? Some shadows took them from the Catchers they killed and sold them off for money or food or other items they wanted. Sylas got them this way, but he also stole them from Catchers whom tried to attack him or came here in search of a fight or caused a ruckus. Even during the day, he’d come out just to scare people away. Some thought the forest was safe when the sun was up, but it was just as dangerous as ever if you happened upon a sleeping Shadow. Especially a very easily irritated sleeping Shadow and happen to wake him up.
It was, however, beautiful here during the day. When the sun shined off those rubies and they twinkled, hidden in the leaves just do, it looked like the world around you was raining jewels in stilled life. It was only brief times he got to see that, but the light plus those jewels was also like a repellent to him, and he would rather remain in his secret little home because of the sheer nature of those two gorgeous things… He hated it. That he was like this. He cast his eyes away from the soft glints in the trees and back down to the Catcher sitting at the edge of the rocks.
“Common sense is all it is… But I know you are far from an imbecile… at least, from what you know. But I cannot say you are not foolish for coming here.” he said. Without a sound, or even perhaps a movement, he vanished just like that. It was only a few moments before he casually walked back around the rocks and sat down next to her, holding out an old wooden cup that spilled some steam from the brownish liquid inside, his cold skin warmed by the heat of the cup in his hand. He drank from his own cup, sipping some of the tea inside. “Last batch of leaves until I can buy some more.” he said simply. Why was he sharing his last cups of tea with her? He wasn’t a bad host, and she wasn’t all that terrible.
He stared up at the sky, holding the warm cup close to his pale skin and letting the warmth grace his cold body. He didn’t mind sitting here, with his enemy. They both didn’t have anything better to do, it seemed. They weren’t looking for a fight either. So one few moments of peace seemed possible between them. “Do not fret, I did not soil this tea with poison.” he said simply. Well, mostly because he couldn’t afford poison. Plus, he respected this liquid too much to do such a thing to mar it’s flavor. He took another sip of his tea, the cracked edges of the worn wooden cup touching his lips.
