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There was a dead feeling hanging in the air. The scarlet princess moving from her humble apartment in the depths of the Stone city. She had been there quite some time, and still, it felt strange for foreign to her. A continuous search had left her worn out, and feeling rather hopeless. Day in and day out she laced up her boots on another quest for the one thing she was searching for. And at the end of the day, she appeared empty handed and, still, alone. The mystical woman had spent so much of her time working on her own project that she hardly knew anyone. People who came near she either embarrassed herself in front of them, or needed to flee for one reason or another. To say the least, she was on edge. Many things in this land frightened her. She didn't know who was innocent, and who worked for
him.
So now, with the moon glistening in the air, and the breeze from the raging sea below, she made her way through the streets dressed in much simpler garb that usual. A simple pair of black pants and a white T-Shirt, simple, actually. In her hand she carried a small bag that would hold a towel, and a few things for bathing. She figured, after all, she deserved a little time off from the nightmares of her reality. A little time off from the remembrance of her failures. A little time off from thinking...
Moving through the streets, the stone lite by the occasional street light, she closed her eyes to feel the salty air on her face. Her skin tingling from the bite of it's cool lips. There was one thing for sure about this city: it reeked of death. Aigéan did not. Aigéan was a city of life. Here, especially in the lower class places, you could smell the blood on the streets. You could see the red stains on the walls and hands of those who moved by. But over all, you could smell the decay of the world. The Stone village had very little wild life. They had very little to praise the sun for. Whether they killed it or not, she did not know. But it was times like this that she missed the island. She missed the animals and the birds, and the songs they would sing. She missed the life.
Aigéan.
But now, she stood at the entrance of the only place she could really feel water that felt like home. The Hot Springs held water warm as she could remember in her childhood, and it soothed as well. Entering the building, her eyes wandering hesitantly as she noticed there was a lack of people in the area, save the one woman at the desk. She had thick blonde hair, and it was pulled high on top of her head in a pony tail. She flipped through a magazine with a bored look, snapping a piece of bubble gum between her lips. Without even looking at Kurai, she spoke,
"It's 711 yen." She had a cold attitude, and it was obvious she was about ready to go home.
The golden eyed woman obliged, handing her the money, standing and looking lost before the woman gave a look of disgust and pointed in the direction of the female locker room. Nodding, the only thanks she would grace her with, Kurai moved into the empty tiled area. The floor was wet, but there wasn't anyone around. Shedding her clothes, and delving under the water of a shower head, she hesitated briefly before wrapping a towel around herself, tucking it tightly around her breasts, to keep it from falling. Her long and delicate legs rubbing together awkwardly as she thought maybe she should go home. After a few minutes of shifting, she would finally exit and move toward the spring. The air was hot, and humid, but it felt good. Bumps rising on her skin as the temperature clashed, and she gave a slight smile.
There was someone already in the spring. Hair dark and wet, and muscles that piqued her interest. She had to catch herself, she was staring. It had been some time since she'd spoken to anyone in the city, and even longer since she made physical contact with a human being. Her hair, long and plastered to her back and legs, she moved around the other side, keeping her eyes low as she elegantly slipped into the spring across from the mystery man.
Raising her eyes slowly, when she would notice who it was, her eyebrows would raise as well.
"Oh dear." She would say, as though she were just caught doing something wrong.
"The man who drinks strange liquid herbs." She said, identifying him, and pausing to search her memory for his name--or what he told her to call her.
"Shadow." A brief smile played on her lips as she gave a flirty glance back down at the water, her red locks pooling around her in the hot water.
"How could I forget the man who lurks with secrets and darkness surrounding him..."