11-08-2018, 06:02 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]The first one to approach him spoke with humorous words and watched him with curious eyes. He was used to this, familiar with the curiosity that his ethereal body aroused, but the chuckle in the smaller animal's voice was both uncommon and welcomed. Sundae watched Esma back with his own share of curiosity, although his gaze dug just a bit further than his physical body. Deep into his soul the angel peered, a flicker of understanding in his magenta eyes as he spotted the familiar sight of corruption within. Slight but noticeable, something he had grown incredibly used to over the years. Still, even the slightest hints of corruption could soon evolve into something much more dangerous. Sundae made a mental note to watch this one, the edges of his lips curling into a charming smile. Despite the darkness he could sense in the spirit before him, his trained eyes could spot no sign of aggression. The tension eased smoothly from his muscles, leaving his body in its natural elegant and almost fluid state.
"Every evening can be good if you spend it with the right people," he retorted smoothly, drops of water falling from his whiskers as he let the implications of his words hang in the air. He smoothed back some of his fur, somehow remaining in its gentle curls despite the water, before looking at Esma again. "My name's Sundae, with an 'a' and an 'e'. I'm under the impression that you're open for joiners." This time it was him that tilted his head, angling it gently to the right as he stared at the Sunhaven member with inquisitive eyes. Most groups were pretty easy to join these days, fortunately. His job would be a lot harder if everyone in the main realm was as xenophobic as those in heaven.
He was distracted from his musings by the arrival of another soul. At first Sundae thought the mind was playing tricks on him, or that perhaps his journey had been harder on him than expected, but he soon came to realize that he was seeing perfectly fine. The odd one in this picture was the new arrival, who boasted a soul that Sundae couldn't quite focus on. If someone looked closely, there's a chance they could spot the gentle furrowing of his brow before he caught himself and the look disappeared. Obviously there was some kind of trickery at work. This creature, whatever he was, was definitely hiding his soul. Animals didn't do that if they had nothing to hide. Sundae's teeth came down on the inner part of his cheek as he studied Ichigo, a hint of his earlier caution creeping into his eyes. But when the other made no hostile move towards him, Sundae seemed to let go of it just as quickly. "Greetings," he said slowly, blinking twice at the mysterious stranger. His gaze floated down for a breath or two, examining the feline from head to toe and to head again. Definitely another interesting one. If everyone in this group was as enticing as the first couple to greet him, he was sure that he would have a productive time here.
Much like Ichigo, Sundae had been trained to be a fighter since he could walk and talk. His earliest thoughs were occupied by the stern face of his mentor, although they weren't times he disliked at all. Some of his fondest memories took place in his classroom, memories of praise and the sweets he'd get for remembering how to most efficiently pull a soul from a body. He wished his purpose was as noble as helping spirits pass on to the afterlife, but unfortunately he was tasked with something a tad more reprehensible. It didn't matter what the other angels called him. 'Champion', 'purifier', or even the less subtle 'gladiator'. All of them were glorified terms for murderer. Thats what he was, a killer whose crimes were excused because they took place on the battlefield, against a species that his peers viewed as evil. Luckily, Sundae had come to find a more peaceful way to help restore balance. No longer did the stink of blood follow him wherever he went. Thanks to the mental manipulation he had mastered over the years, he had finally stopped hearing screams whenever he closed his eyes.
Thoughts on his methods were for another time and place, however. He quickly became aware of the presence of a third, observant gaze focusing on the vampire. The sight of an essence he could recognize was refreshing compared to the enigma of the big cat's soul, and Sundae couldn't help the subtle smirk on his lips as he fixed his attention on Infirmaryward. Vampires were always fun, especially with the exotically flavoured blood that pumped through Sundae's veins. Since he had already spoken both the versions of 'hello' that he'd been taught were polite, he merely resorted to dipping his head. By the time he righted himself he seemed to have gotten completely used to this new environment. He still held himself like one of high stature, although now there was a notable looseness to those toned muscles of his. "May I ask your names?" He asked finally, his gaze flickering between the three.
"Every evening can be good if you spend it with the right people," he retorted smoothly, drops of water falling from his whiskers as he let the implications of his words hang in the air. He smoothed back some of his fur, somehow remaining in its gentle curls despite the water, before looking at Esma again. "My name's Sundae, with an 'a' and an 'e'. I'm under the impression that you're open for joiners." This time it was him that tilted his head, angling it gently to the right as he stared at the Sunhaven member with inquisitive eyes. Most groups were pretty easy to join these days, fortunately. His job would be a lot harder if everyone in the main realm was as xenophobic as those in heaven.
He was distracted from his musings by the arrival of another soul. At first Sundae thought the mind was playing tricks on him, or that perhaps his journey had been harder on him than expected, but he soon came to realize that he was seeing perfectly fine. The odd one in this picture was the new arrival, who boasted a soul that Sundae couldn't quite focus on. If someone looked closely, there's a chance they could spot the gentle furrowing of his brow before he caught himself and the look disappeared. Obviously there was some kind of trickery at work. This creature, whatever he was, was definitely hiding his soul. Animals didn't do that if they had nothing to hide. Sundae's teeth came down on the inner part of his cheek as he studied Ichigo, a hint of his earlier caution creeping into his eyes. But when the other made no hostile move towards him, Sundae seemed to let go of it just as quickly. "Greetings," he said slowly, blinking twice at the mysterious stranger. His gaze floated down for a breath or two, examining the feline from head to toe and to head again. Definitely another interesting one. If everyone in this group was as enticing as the first couple to greet him, he was sure that he would have a productive time here.
Much like Ichigo, Sundae had been trained to be a fighter since he could walk and talk. His earliest thoughs were occupied by the stern face of his mentor, although they weren't times he disliked at all. Some of his fondest memories took place in his classroom, memories of praise and the sweets he'd get for remembering how to most efficiently pull a soul from a body. He wished his purpose was as noble as helping spirits pass on to the afterlife, but unfortunately he was tasked with something a tad more reprehensible. It didn't matter what the other angels called him. 'Champion', 'purifier', or even the less subtle 'gladiator'. All of them were glorified terms for murderer. Thats what he was, a killer whose crimes were excused because they took place on the battlefield, against a species that his peers viewed as evil. Luckily, Sundae had come to find a more peaceful way to help restore balance. No longer did the stink of blood follow him wherever he went. Thanks to the mental manipulation he had mastered over the years, he had finally stopped hearing screams whenever he closed his eyes.
Thoughts on his methods were for another time and place, however. He quickly became aware of the presence of a third, observant gaze focusing on the vampire. The sight of an essence he could recognize was refreshing compared to the enigma of the big cat's soul, and Sundae couldn't help the subtle smirk on his lips as he fixed his attention on Infirmaryward. Vampires were always fun, especially with the exotically flavoured blood that pumped through Sundae's veins. Since he had already spoken both the versions of 'hello' that he'd been taught were polite, he merely resorted to dipping his head. By the time he righted himself he seemed to have gotten completely used to this new environment. He still held himself like one of high stature, although now there was a notable looseness to those toned muscles of his. "May I ask your names?" He asked finally, his gaze flickering between the three.
everyone will make mistakes
without the sour the sweet wouldn't taste .
"sweet tangerine." — winged hound — sunhaven — tags