Found You in the Dark

[Sorrow_Mirth_and_Sin]

Yeozree wandered quietly across the park, moving through the darkness like one of the night's own children, his eyes catching the moonlight every now and again like bright chips of mirror glass. His feet were small and bare, cutting through the dewy grass with very little sound, the nails fine and painted, the color difficult to tell in this light. The shoes in his hands were a rich, cherry red, the material sleek and solid and slightly transparent, the toes pointed and curled upward in an old, traditional Thai fashion. His clothes were the same, Thai, older rather than modern, his shirt a sleeveless button down, the collar loose and raised, arched higher in the back and sweeping down into neat little corners around his throat, red like his shoes with gold and green trimmings. His pants rested low and snug about his hips, loosening in the legs, the material soft and fluid, tinted with blues and greens that gave it a sea water sort of color. The belt and sash about his hips glittered in the few snatches of light that slid over his body, the belt a thing of silver chain links with an ornate, floral buckle, the sash all silk and flowy, a tail hanging off each hip, a rich purple with red hues and a dusting of gold like stars caught in the fabric. The darkness muted the colors, stealing their warm brightness as cool shadows slid over golden browned skin. Yeozree picked up the pace, his eyes focused on a grassy hill just off the paved and lamplit paths. It would do just fine and he made a run for it, enjoying the chance to stretch his legs.

When he made it to high ground he stopped, breathing in the cool night air, staring up at the sky. His hands slowly uncurled, dropping his shoes as he sank into the grass, his long hair pooling around him as he lay down, sprawled and stretched out against the soft damp earth. The sky was perfect all ink and stainless night, pinpricks of glittering white and blue inlaid like diamonds stitched to silk. His breathing settled, his muscles relaxing, stress and strain and nerves, his almost constant companions, melting away as he stared into the dark. He felt safe there. He thought he was alone. He hadn't paid the park benches much mind or the concrete paths, any of it. Normal people just didn't come here so late and the loons usually had better things to do.  

[tohru3241]

Sorrow_Mirth_and_Sin

Zaraki had come to the park when the sun was still up but now it was dark and the moon was out. He was sitting on a park bench, his tail resting along the empty space next to him and his bat like horns were laying flat against his head. His silver hair catching the moon light here and there making it look like it was sparkling. He was glad that his trip to the mall had been a good one or else he wouldn't be wearing his favorite outfit,which was comfy being it was made of cotton's and silk's and black leather. He was staring at the stars when he heard something that sounded like running feet, so he looked down seeing a boy run past him and up to the grassy hill. "Well i didn't think anyone else came out here this late." Zaraki said to himself as he stood up stretching his leg's and arm's while watching the boy lay down then sprawl out on the grassy ground. The young devil made his way up the hill at his own lazy pass as he wondered why the kid was here. watching the boy stare up at the night sky he saw him relax as if he'd been stressing over something for awhile. Zaraki came to a stop a few steps away from the boy. "You know it's not very safe to be out this late alone." He stated as he watched the boy to see what he'd do. His tail flicked about wildly as it did from time to time when he was curious about something or someone to be exact. His sunglasses were resting on his head nestled closely to his horn's ,he'd pushed them up when the sun went down. 'I wonder if he's new in town because this is the first time i've seen him around.' Zaraki thought to himself as his tail flicked back and forth more.

 

[Sorrow_Mirth_and_Sin]

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Yeozree sat up, scrambling backwards in a wild rush. In his haste, he almost wound up tangling himself up on his own tail, a long forked thing that trailed out behind him, coated in soft, waxy fur like spines that bore a dazzling Cheshire-cat-like array of colors better meant for an artists renderings of sea water than any living creature's mantle. As strange and alien a thing it was on an otherwise human looking boy, it wasn't even normal by its own standard. It was damaged, marred. Where the tail split into two halfway through its length, one forked end cut short, significantly lesser than the other, its sudden, stumpy end obviously not what nature had intended given the ragged, naked tip where fur refused to grow again. Even strung out across the grass between sprawled and quivering legs, it lay at an odd angle, its nervous, agitated movements slightly off kilter -- only further suggestion that the missing portion of that tail wasn't the only damage it had suffered. Vertebra broken and cracked along the base, the healing gone all wrong -- Yeozree remembered very well what kind of agony that kind of damage had caused. Its echo remained with him to the day -- tendrils and jagged spikes lingered, creeping up on him now again but he had learned to live with it. He had learned, because now there was nothing for it, no remedy or surgery, no way back, nothing to erase what had been done or even the memory. But he had survived and he could live with the memory. Now he lived to survive.

His hand darted to his hip, the movement fast and fluid, much better than a human's reflexes and then his arm shot out in front of him, his hand fisted around the handle of a wicked little blade, its razor edge gleaming in the moonlight. "I know," he hissed, his grip tightening on the blade, dark eyes narrowing. Yes, he knew, better than most. To him, nowhere was safe, so everywhere he went, he went prepared. The blade in his hand wasn't even the only weapon he had on him but he hid his defense very well. His eyes flicked over the stranger, taking everything in very quickly. Clearly the man wasn't human but neither was he, the fact held little shock value. It didn't matter what he was. The man could have been a rabbit for all he cared, his chest still rose and fell heavy and fast, his breathing panicked or verging on it, fear rolling off him even as he put on a brave face, his lips pulled back over straight white teeth in something of an animal's snarl, his chin raised like he wasn't scared out of his wits, his body a live wire of tension from head to toe.  

[tohru3241]

Sorrow_Mirth_and_Sin

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Zaraki stood unfazed by the boy pointing a blade his blade at him,as he looked the boy over he noticed his tail had been hurt sometime ago but it still bore the scars. He felt a pain go through his own scar as he watched the way the others tail moved strangely do to what ever happened to him.Zaraki's arm was bandaged from the wrist to his elbow even though the wound had long since healed,he hated the scar that had taken the wounds place.A scar that showed his birth right and where he came from but he didn't won't to know or remember any of it so he kept it hidden hopeing one day the pain he felt in it would go away and let him forget about it. His silver eye's flickered red for only a second as he took a step closer to the other none human with a smile on his face.
"You know if i was going to hurt you i'd of just used one of my scythe's on you while you were starring at the sky." Zaraki stated as he kept an eye on the sharp metal pointing at him. He held out a hand to the boy so as to show he meant no harm to him. "I'm Zaraki Usuno a young Devil it's nice to meet you." He soothed with his silken yet deep voice as he watched the boy for a reaction to his movements.

His silver almost white hair blowing a little bit with the wind which made his glasses fall back farther on his head,while his tail swayed about behind him trying to copy the light breeze that was blowing around them. His open black vest fluttered around his muscled chest as he stood there looking at the other male.