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[Snitch]

Remants of Love and War

A page from Aria's diary, unknown date,

I can pretend that they never happened, say it was all a lost cause and that it's a fairytale. But would that honour the souls that died that die? Would that honour him? No, that isn't justifiable. After all I've learned as a Knight, I should know not to do that. But as I retell the tale, I find myself wanting to change it. To give it a happy ending. To forget the remnants of both love and war.

I can pretend that they never happened, say it was all a lost cause and that it's a fairytale. But would that honour the souls that died that die? Would that honour him

 

[align=center][spoiler=Alpha, Brutal Cause]Iron clashed against iron as blade hit blade, Orion striking her down yet again, and with a smirk, saying, “You need to practice more often, Aria.” Aria raised her grass-stained nude form from the floor, hissing, and grabbed her blade.

 

“It would help if you didn’t make me practice naked in the middle of funking Winter!” she yelled at him, her long white hair flinging wildly as she swung her head to face him. His toned body stood out like a sore thumb in the surrounding snow, and his mouth was yet again curved into a smile, stating simply, “With less protection you become stronger, knowing you don’t need what you wear to win.” She spat towards him, the saliva landing a good few feet away, but she had proven her point in her mind. Stalking back over to the tent, she clambered inside, Elsemara smiling as well.

 

“Hard morning?” she asked sarcastically, but Aria nodded all the same, going into the far corner and wrapping her pale arms around her nude body. Elsemara pulled something out of their supply bag, and Aria didn’t have to look up to know what was being handed to her; as soon as the bottle touched her fingertips a flood of warmth ran through her, and she quickly drunk down the liquid, the warming concoction making the chill flee from her veins. Her armour was flung next to her, and she looked round to see Elsemara gone and Orion in her place.

 

“Feeling better?” he asked, and she noticed he still hadn’t redressed, but had a bottle of the same liquid clutched in her own hands. He sighed. “I don’t mean to harm you, you know that, right?” Aria nodded in response, pulling up a blanket and clutching it tight around her petite form to hide her body from his eyes. It was odd she was doing so, and she wasn’t sure why, because he had seen her so many times. “It’s just, if I’m not tough on you, you won’t get tougher. Do you understand, Aria?” she nodded again, not really sure she had the strength to speak anyway. Taking another sip of the remains of her drink, she watched as he got up and left the tent, leaving her to redress in her armour alone.

 

After doing so, she stepped out into the snow, leaving footprints in the crisp snow from the tent to where she was. Her armour wasn’t anything special; it went well with her chocolate brown eyes, being a browny-steely colour. She had a simply chest-plate which perfectly fitted her pale slim self, the chest area to compliment her bosom not raised out much due to her not having incredibly large breasts. Her leggings were made of the same material, as were her boots, and whilst the main colour was the steely-brown, some less important areas of the armour were refracted and coloured black. However, instead of armoured gloves, she had a pair of an odd black material which felt like lace, but was clearly as tough as steel.

 

A smile now on her own face as Orion left the tent in his own armour – practically the same as hers in a male form, although coloured a deep blue, like his eyes – and they began to walk, Elesmara with them in her white robe, carrying the small pouch for their supplies, and one of each of the two tents hoisted across both Aria and Orion’s backs, their swords sheathed at their waists. The paved road was starting to become hidden under the snow, but the sandy-brown of the stones was still visible as of the moment. Aria kept glancing at the sun as they moved, it moving at a seeming unnaturally fast pace, and as the moon began to be seen over the horizon, her eyes trailed towards the stone-emotion face of Orion, his brown spiked hair sticking shortly out behind him as he walked, his deep blue eyes focused ahead. Finally, she spoke up, stating simply: “Should we stop and set up for the night soon?”

 

Orion shook his head, and when Aria gave him a puzzled glance, he said, “Let’s walk a little further. There’s nothing wrong with staying a few moments longer in the cool breeze.” If Aria had the heart to do so, she would have complained and said her legs hurt, but when you’re a Knight-in-training, especially a female, complaining was not an option. Regardless, he must have read her thoughts, because he gave a sigh, suddenly moving over to the left and swooping up Aria in his arms tightly, somewhat struggling to lift her though managing it still, making her squeal.

 

“Geddoffame!” she mumbled, squirming in his clutch, eventually escaping his grasp only to be caught by his foot. “Don’t do that again! I don’t need you to babysit me!” she yelled, slamming a fist against his leg-plate, only to squeal with pain after. Then, another squeal came from up front, and after a quick look down at Aria, Orion’s eyes looked at the path towards them – a small forest clearing. Slowly, a beast came forwards; it was a deep crimson, with blood red eyes with black vertical oval-shaped pupils. It was large and almost egg shaped, a long black tail erecting from its back and splitting into three points at the tip, like a trident. Two also crimson curved ears sprouted from a narrow gap above its eyes, and a toothy grin was plastered across its face. It wasn’t a common creature, but Aria had been tutored about them. “Devils Fiend,” she stated simply, knowing the name off by heart. She stood up then, unsheathing her sword in time with Orion, Elsemara drawing a long wooden staff from her back just in case. As the full moon curved upwards, the Fiend charged forwards, Aria and Orion mirroring its actions and charging forwards themselves, although neither using a cliché battle cry at the moment. The beast, however, felt the need was otherwise, howling into the misty air.

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[.:Abarai Renji:.]

Well, as often as I enjoy reading as well as writing, this is awesome from what I can tell. ^^

 

I bet that you will become great, Snitch.

[fenrir]

Enjoyable to read, but as I said before, you need a 4th party member. >=O