Maki-do (満奇洞) is one of three limestone caves located in Niimi, Okayama Prefecture, Japan. Named Dream Palace, the cave is 450 metres long, with a small, underground lake at the furthest end. The immediate area is only accessible by car or bus, with a short but steep climb to the entrance.
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 6:38 am
"In the beginning, God created the Heaven and Earth,"
A casual rumbling that began as nothing more than rhythmic shaking. Small, insignificant tremors that came together in a much wider, almost drastic shifting of earth and minerals. For weeks now he'd sat at the very bottom of this cave, un-moving. Time off from work and the rest of the world, he'd done it all for the sake of preparing his body to re-enter storm riding. How many years had it been since he'd laid down his mantle? How many more would it be before he'd give it up for good? Or maybe. . Maybe this life would kill him before then. Who knew? Silently the shaking grew it louder, arms folded inward to self as he sat, concentrating. A full visual of everything within the cave, above it, and all over. The depth of the place a good spot for training. To get used to his new road. Taking a moment to breath, eyes slowly opened to towards a droplet falling not too far away.
Calming. Serene. Yet, he knew this wasn't where he wanted to be. There was still more -- an even deeper part of himself that demanded it.. Subjective to this, a hands rolled down silk garment to the legs, stopping at the ankles as from his back those wings sprouted. Long, dark, ones, unlike anything he'd ever had before. Hurricane had taught him how to control it, but Wing taught him how to fly. Never in his days did he think the Sky would accept him, but as the scripture wrote, with Heaven comes Earth. " And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light." There was salvation. The quakes shifted harder, as wings fluttered out, growing. He'd taken his time to heal and in exchange, he was gifted with so much more.
Now, Judgement for all deemed unworthy was upon them.
Breathing inward, so were the access of waves in the air and outward, the cave rattled harder as rock began to fall. Yet, he remained silent. Eyes opening slightly to follow the breath then closing to match its feel. "Gensis. . " To be the calling call and do the work he was meant to, meant he needed to be strong. Stronger than anyone. Stronger than he'd ever been. Power to shift the axis was documented only to those men with radical minds. Einstein being one of the leading, but his people thought him a fool. Would the world too think Giselle was foolish for this endeavor? That men could fly if their shackles were broken. . He wanted to truly see the sky littered with people with wings.
But only the chosen. The rest of humanity was useless.
Then, his calm was broken. Someone had entered and was coming down to him. In all his time, he knew only one person with the gusto to dive into a breaking, old cave without fear. And in that time, he'd come to respect her for it. "You're early. I had three days." Eyes closed, still concentrating, but speaking to her.
Hello, Ono.
Deecee Sama
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[30 [---]] Strength:[100 [---]] Stamina:[30/30 [---]] Jump:[60 [---]] Air Time:[80.00]
Quaint. Quiet. Subject to these distinct qualities was Giselle; only for them to be taken and briskly shifted, tainted and otherwise thwarted. For the moment he only sat, eyes remaining closed as the imagery of the mind painted what was seen through normal visage. Those curves to die for. That walk that killed. Whom she was, was no small feat to him. Whom she'd become over the last year or two, was. And yet, he knew little of love and little of what came with it, but he knew too true how one should be with a flower when first plucked. Delicate. . Understanding. . Calm. . And that, was how his hands folded to press the lovely flower that came before him now.
"I've missed you. Look, I even made you this so you'd last longer than like... five pumps."
Nothing rattled his cage. No one shook his temper, but even so, his fingers danced nimbly on her pink flesh as arms wrapped about. Still, eyes shut. Drawn to a closure. Much to the dismay of Ono, he wouldn't give into her able taunts and jests. But she knew that and maybe that's why she enjoyed teasing him so. ". . You missed me. . ?"
What an odd way of showing it.
Voice barely rose octaves to persimmon lips -- without a care he'd show her what kind of ability he'd gained while being down here. All of her form became weightless to him, shifting through the air and over, to have her land lightly in his lap without him so much of a muscle moved. Yes, he'd literally floated her through the air and over him; the sandwich landing in hand as her body did his lap. "How thoughtful, my little Onoko-chan." Cooing softly to the ear, his head nestled to arc of neck while he'd take small, subtle bites of the meal she'd made him. Not knowing the adverse story behind it. Probably better he didn't know, either way. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder or, that is what I've heard. Cherish silence and you are repaid with a love." Almost laughing at the proverbial speech, between eating and his digits combing through dark hair, Giselle found himself at peace. Probably, even more so than before. It was a given, considering one of his favorite people. . Or, rather, his favorite person had come to him. Still, even Giselle held a streak to him. One that have to pay her back for the earlier chime. A monk he may be in his past life, but in this, he was shamed to walk the path.
Sex wasn't foreign. It was an invited art that he performed with the utmost perfection and countenance. To one and one only; the loving book of suatra's had sought to teach him the ways to indulge a woman and how to tame a flame. Ono was a wildfire and to keep her from spreading, he'd become much like rain. A solution and a home.
Welcoming always to the touch and embrace of this pyre.
Vibrations shook within and that fibers stood on end. Digits glided over her flesh as eyes slowly lull'ed open, teeth biting only slightly at the lobe. She smelled good. Like something he'd dream of. ". . You've been waiting like a good girl. You deserve a prize." Deep and toned. She'd notice his body was stronger. Harder than it was before and muscles shaped. It was like he'd become a sculpted herculean mass. ". . What does my Onoko desire? I'll grant you one wish. . "
Perhaps it was just that simple.
"Nirvana, maybe? Heh."
Deecee Sama
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[30 [---]] Strength:[100 [---]] Stamina:[30/30 [---]] Jump:[60 [---]] Air Time:[80.00]
Catch thine breath in a slow, departed, dreamlike state. He who shifts only in that moment of deprivation is the loser. Giselle knew not loss -- but understood a battle when it started. Head nestled right in the cusp of thin pews. Maybe it had been because he missed her that he couldn't get over how good she smelled. Or maybe, she just was wearing his favorite scent. Something about it spoke advances and generally, there was an angst to that spread feeling. Drawn up from the pores to flawless flesh; taking time to enjoy what he'd sorely saw as objective refusal to one of his true princesses. One. The other, he could only wonder where she'd wandered. Hope. Hope in that she didn't get in too much trouble and that his absence had left them too awry. Clearly, Ono knew what she wanted and had come for it. Even if it were that it stopped his training. But she was spoiled and a mistake was made giving her an option. Tit for tat, it seemed on the front he was already at a loss. One. . Two. . Three. .
Counting how long before she'd stop being so gentle. It was adorable to him how quiet she was being.
Ugh. She wasted no time in getting her prize. He should've known better to entrust her something so precious and, it hadn't even been that time of year. Dare not did he attempt to pull away. There was no need. As she'd wanted, she'd get and it was he who offered it to her. Keeping his peace, only taking a few moments to get somewhat comfortable as to not hurt either of them, their pacing was rhythmic. How many times had they been in this situation? How many more. .? Counting was lost to him. . Them. It was as subjective as winds blowing and as lost as time.
"Did you not miss us? Me?"
For a moment he'd forgotten who he was speaking with. If only he could record this moment. ". . Don't be silly."Caught in a rapture of warmth, heat. She was the only feeling he'd had in weeks and here she was thinking like this. No one else could be so close. . Well, except for the other princess, that is. Out of the two, he couldn't be re missed to say a lie. Of course he did. Vibrations spread from the center point of loose fingertips, addressing the much needed sect forbidden to anyone else. Coursing and viscous; it was unlike him to assault so violently, but this was her gift. To falsely give it would be a lie to them both. . and he hated to do that.". . I do this for you. . And her. . For you both. Otherwise, I would've never left you two. I have to protect you, after all. ."It'd chime softly in the depths of this cave -- for no one else to have seen or heard. This was his declaration to her. A shining remnant that he'd finally cast off the shell of Storm King and wished to be something greater.
King of the Sky.
". . You're the most beautiful when you smile, Onoko-chan. I can always see it when you do." Even in this darkness, he saw it all. Their bodies singing. her's an instrument strummed light by a master who'd honed his skills. Til the clouds parted, they'd drift off into an eternal embrace that he didn't want to break.
Ono, your angel is awake. Your wings can spread, too.
Deecee Sama
Stormrider R.E.A.D.: 195 [ --- ]
Acceleration:[30 [---]] Strength:[100 [---]] Stamina:[30/30 [---]] Jump:[60 [---]] Air Time:[80.00]
Wild to the tee. Hot to the touch. Blazing was their transcript for the few moments that continued on and on and on. It'd be a while, so why not take a page from her book and indulge. Deeper than what was previously given; stronger than what he'd been capable of. Consequently, the aching breath released in sultry anguish. Flowering from peach skin to a deeper, chocolate; he was lost in her. Still did it go that fingers kept rolling in the midst of deprivation. It really had been awhile for him. Was that why he was enjoying this so much? Even the earth shook at his rising action. Consistent did he bare his obvious affections to the princess who took advantage of those advances. This continuous rhythmic press held fast as hands gripped mountains. Mouth gaping momentarily with each rushed sequence of. . enjoyment. He'd made her wait. She hated waiting. But maybe they'd begun to rub off on him, in one way or another. In this way, his assault continued much longer than she'd expect.
In the dark a smile spread, longer and more vibrant than one Giselle had given before. An account of a victory against one of the mighty Onihime's. Consider it his own trophy as she collapsed against a bronze, beaten frame. Solid, sparingly wet from their encounter but still holding fast as her heart beat. Kisses trailed the neck as whispers kept her mind rocking to a steady glyph.
"Giselle! Shut up, pleaseeeee~", "Have I spoken one too many words?"
Jesting at the conclusion, with the ready given he'd pull trousers up. Of course, it was the only thing he wore. Steps taken over to grasp the satchel that held the few belongings he'd decide to come down here with. Bare basics, of course. Stopping to finally lift hues, for the first time since he'd been down here he opened wide his eyes. Light and dust, different spectrum's of rock and wet splotches all about. A moment then another. Blank expression stirred to look over to her and take in what he'd missed the most. Pitter patter took him to her back, an arm down the side as he stopped to kiss the outer of her cheek.
"We should celebrate," He'd agree with a nod.
"We could get dressed up, act like civilized individuals, and go out to eat. Somewhere real fancy, yeah?" Pausing, not knowing if it was a joke. If so, snickers jetted out without control. Them? Civil? "A night out sounds good. A hot shower sounds better." Course, he knew her libido barely was sated. Christening that moment; a sudden blinding light had been thrust into his perspective. Squinting, he'd observe.
"Aw, she missed us. Look~" Heh. Now, that begged to ask him. Where was she and why hadn't she accompanied Ono? The two were inseparable most, if not all, the time. Jax being off on her own didn't sit right with him one bit. The eventual relaxation came. Inquisitive yes, but for now, his one princess needed to be taken to her carriage. ". . Let's not keep her waiting then. ." Bridal style, Giselle lifted her to his chest. Making sure to his grip was steady, his eyes of shaded indigo stared into her own with a soft, mellowed gesture.
"I really did miss you." Head tilting down, to touch forehead to his own. ". . I missed you, too."Without warning, BOOM! From their position dust flew in several directions as the duo took off. This was new, for sure, but he felt it fit the scene. As the knight to his princess, even if the sky was to her liking, he'd take her there. Through the arid structure they flew towards the entrance, coming out in broad light as the horizon stretched.
His wings had never been so large than they were right now.
Slow to descent, he'd come down to where she'd parked outside. ". . Well, Ono-hime. Whenever you're ready." Eyes closed, features light, as if they hadn't just danced in the sky.
