Chapter 1
Not again. Tonight I had been thrown out from the Angel night parties, it was a repetitive thing. They never accepted me, mostly because, well—I’m not an angel. I’m a Neko, with the heart of an angel. I've wanted to be one ever since I was little...But lately it’s been so difficult to live on my own. But I do it anyway, since I have no one to run to. So tonight, I lay against a tree trunk, head slightly tilted as I fall asleep at sunset, belly surprisingly full for the first time after sneaking some food from the party before being kicked out. But tonight, life would change.
I woke up to screeching and roaring and men yelling back and forth. I blinked twice before opening my eyes enough to where I could see blurs and outlines of people—a girl…. with ears like me, and a dragon. This surprised me greatly; so I wearily stood up, sleep still taking over me in a half-conscious state. I rub my eyes quickly so that I could see the action taking in front of me, although they probably don’t see me at all since they’re too busy. I decide that’s a good thing. The dragon roared when I finally was awake enough to run forward a couple feet, only to freeze as the creature fell the ground, eyes closing and the men running away with the strange girl thrashing in thick, leather straps. The last sound I heard was a large screech and hiss before everything was silent except for the occasional wind.
I ran farther, kneeling beside the dragon. It wasn’t that big, maybe the length of one of those thin trees, and wide as a huge oak tree. It blew smoke out of its nostril in a huge sigh, its chest slowly rising and falling in a thick sleep. It would be awhile before it would wake up, so I went to get some berries or something to hold me over. Depending on how long I had, I’d catch a deer and cook it for the both of us. This was my chance to never be alone again, no matter who or what they were…
I woke up to screeching and roaring and men yelling back and forth. I blinked twice before opening my eyes enough to where I could see blurs and outlines of people—a girl…. with ears like me, and a dragon. This surprised me greatly; so I wearily stood up, sleep still taking over me in a half-conscious state. I rub my eyes quickly so that I could see the action taking in front of me, although they probably don’t see me at all since they’re too busy. I decide that’s a good thing. The dragon roared when I finally was awake enough to run forward a couple feet, only to freeze as the creature fell the ground, eyes closing and the men running away with the strange girl thrashing in thick, leather straps. The last sound I heard was a large screech and hiss before everything was silent except for the occasional wind.
I ran farther, kneeling beside the dragon. It wasn’t that big, maybe the length of one of those thin trees, and wide as a huge oak tree. It blew smoke out of its nostril in a huge sigh, its chest slowly rising and falling in a thick sleep. It would be awhile before it would wake up, so I went to get some berries or something to hold me over. Depending on how long I had, I’d catch a deer and cook it for the both of us. This was my chance to never be alone again, no matter who or what they were…
It began to make sounds, barely moving its front claws and wiggling its snout. Maybe because it smelled the meat I was cooking? I let the food settle over the fire I made, running over to the creature, sitting on my legs with my knees into front of me. Suddenly, its eyes shot open and it gripped my leg in a serious grip, almost painful enough to scream. I could have sworn that for the first few seconds I saw nothing but the shine of its pupil and darkness surrounding me…
My eyes finally focus once more, and the creature’s hand contracted slowly…only, when I saw its form, it was girl instead. I jumped up, a silent scream running around in my head. As its hand was loosening its grip, it looked up with those similar dragon-like eyes.
My eyes finally focus once more, and the creature’s hand contracted slowly…only, when I saw its form, it was girl instead. I jumped up, a silent scream running around in my head. As its hand was loosening its grip, it looked up with those similar dragon-like eyes.
“Uh…. Hello? Are—“
“Where’s Celiex?” she stood up abruptly, small red wings sticking out of her back.
“Sorry…Who?” I ask feverishly. “Celiex!” she snapped back, “Those ignorant, power-hungry men took her!” Her wings were now large enough for take off, flaring every second or so, but before she flew up, I grabbed her forearm. “Let me come with you,” I told her, not wanting to be left here alone again,” You don’t have to carry me, just tell me where they took her.” A cold stare looked in to mine, a tickle springing down my spine.
“You’re actually serious… Never met a mortal who cared for a Neko or… Riyu….” She held out a thin, graceful hand, “The Name’s Sora—Meaning sky” I shook it pensively, watching as a red mark streaked across her hand in a second, almost like light reflecting off of dragon scales. “And of course I’ll carry you, you have no wings,” she giggled as a joke. I hastily stopped her, trying not to seem rude or hurt her feelings, “I’m no mortal, Sora, I am a Neko… Who, Uh—wishes to be an angel” I take off my cute, black beret to reveal black ears and untuck my night colored tail that flowed like the wind. She looked over me, almost in disgust at that fact.
“Hmm, well, that could be a problem.”
“How so?” I ask. Sora looked away for a moment, gathering her words. “Celiex doesn’t take to other Nekos too well. She’s a rogue…we found each other one day and she was abandoned by her family.”
“Well, I just hope she doesn’t try to attack me; I have no fighting abilities in my other form… I suppose I’ll take my chances.” Sora nodded, “Well, I won’t let her hurt you when I’m around, she listens well to me, so there’s nothing to be worried about.” I released the tension in my chest at that news, but before we went, we enjoyed a nice meal of deer that I gladly saw that she enjoyed. Sora finished her portion off quickly and held out her arm. “Hold on” She smiled, suddenly taking shape as the semi large dragon she is as I grab tighter to her large neck and was lifted into the skies…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 2
“So… You still haven’t told me where we are going!” I yell over the wind passing on either side of me, along with heavy drops of rain soaking me from head to toe.
“It’s a nearby part of the forest, they always take her there. They’ve tried taking me before, since they see my dragon wings as a human, but ever since I killed some of the fighting men, they’ve left me alone. They took Celiex’s dagger, so she isn’t as strong and they continue to trap her and bring her back to the same place!” Sora explained, “They may be strong, but they sure are dumb. So, what’s your name?” As they were up in the sky, they continued to call out so that they could be heard, “My name?” I ask, “Its Hikari….” Sora snorted some smoke, blowing a small line of flames in front of us so that she could see well through the dark, rainy clouds. The flames gently grazed past my arms before disappearing in the cold air.
“Tell me what your name means.” Sora told me. “Shouldn’t you know?” I questioned her, since she seems pretty knowledgeable.
“’Course I do… But I want to hear you say it” She told me, eyes still straightforward as she tipped her wings to the right, swaying in another direction. I sighed, knowing there was no way to hide the one thing that directed me to knowing I should’ve been an angel,
“Where’s Celiex?” she stood up abruptly, small red wings sticking out of her back.
“Sorry…Who?” I ask feverishly. “Celiex!” she snapped back, “Those ignorant, power-hungry men took her!” Her wings were now large enough for take off, flaring every second or so, but before she flew up, I grabbed her forearm. “Let me come with you,” I told her, not wanting to be left here alone again,” You don’t have to carry me, just tell me where they took her.” A cold stare looked in to mine, a tickle springing down my spine.
“You’re actually serious… Never met a mortal who cared for a Neko or… Riyu….” She held out a thin, graceful hand, “The Name’s Sora—Meaning sky” I shook it pensively, watching as a red mark streaked across her hand in a second, almost like light reflecting off of dragon scales. “And of course I’ll carry you, you have no wings,” she giggled as a joke. I hastily stopped her, trying not to seem rude or hurt her feelings, “I’m no mortal, Sora, I am a Neko… Who, Uh—wishes to be an angel” I take off my cute, black beret to reveal black ears and untuck my night colored tail that flowed like the wind. She looked over me, almost in disgust at that fact.
“Hmm, well, that could be a problem.”
“How so?” I ask. Sora looked away for a moment, gathering her words. “Celiex doesn’t take to other Nekos too well. She’s a rogue…we found each other one day and she was abandoned by her family.”
“Well, I just hope she doesn’t try to attack me; I have no fighting abilities in my other form… I suppose I’ll take my chances.” Sora nodded, “Well, I won’t let her hurt you when I’m around, she listens well to me, so there’s nothing to be worried about.” I released the tension in my chest at that news, but before we went, we enjoyed a nice meal of deer that I gladly saw that she enjoyed. Sora finished her portion off quickly and held out her arm. “Hold on” She smiled, suddenly taking shape as the semi large dragon she is as I grab tighter to her large neck and was lifted into the skies…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Chapter 2
“So… You still haven’t told me where we are going!” I yell over the wind passing on either side of me, along with heavy drops of rain soaking me from head to toe.
“It’s a nearby part of the forest, they always take her there. They’ve tried taking me before, since they see my dragon wings as a human, but ever since I killed some of the fighting men, they’ve left me alone. They took Celiex’s dagger, so she isn’t as strong and they continue to trap her and bring her back to the same place!” Sora explained, “They may be strong, but they sure are dumb. So, what’s your name?” As they were up in the sky, they continued to call out so that they could be heard, “My name?” I ask, “Its Hikari….” Sora snorted some smoke, blowing a small line of flames in front of us so that she could see well through the dark, rainy clouds. The flames gently grazed past my arms before disappearing in the cold air.
“Tell me what your name means.” Sora told me. “Shouldn’t you know?” I questioned her, since she seems pretty knowledgeable.
“’Course I do… But I want to hear you say it” She told me, eyes still straightforward as she tipped her wings to the right, swaying in another direction. I sighed, knowing there was no way to hide the one thing that directed me to knowing I should’ve been an angel,
“Light…Shining light” I mumble, hoping she hadn’t heard me—but she did. I could tell because she twitched her ears, but she said no more.
A couple minutes later she called for me to hold on tight and we went hurtling toward Earth, my soft, red hair thrashing every which way. When she finally slowed down and landed on the ground, she roared so loud, I’m sure anything could hear her for miles.
“Go hide; you’ll be injured if you stay!” Sora ordered me, whipping her tail at the men behind her and beating her front paws in the air to scare the men. I retreated—as I was told, though guilt suppressed my stomach as I ran through some silky curtains and into a small hut. There were animal skins as carpets, soft under my thin converses that were very much worn down. What else would you expect after finding shoes in the trash? My amber eyes were so wide, I had to blink multiple times before they began to become wet again. A vial sat quietly in the corner of the room, laid perfectly on a stone shelf, apparently just built since chisels and a hammer lay on the floor. Its engravings were beautiful, I noticed, lifting it gently into my hands, folding it over the glass and running my fingers down its glossy figure, taking in it’s strange—but tempting offer—to drink it.
A wild screech from outside made me tense up, so I ran to the curtains and took a glance at the action that I feel as though I should be taking place in…’I told Sora that I knew no defenses, I’m sure that’s why she had me shelter in safety?’ I thought tiredly before looking back at the vial. I questioned its contents, so I just stashed it in my jean pocket, besides; it was small. I sustained interest in all of the items surrounding me, so I roamed around some more.
A light had appeared in the corner of the room; a square glass container trapped an item inside. I slowly approached till I was nose to nose with a black, crystallized feather. Although nothing could reach it, once I closed in toward it, it seemed as though a light wind curled its tips in a motherly manner.
The encasing was too strong to break off—I found out the hard way and ended up straining my fingers until their tips were red and marked with temporary lines.
“What am I doing?” I said to myself, placing my hands on my forehead, “I’m steeling the men’s precious items out of my own greed and curiosity.” But even though I swore not to take or place my finger on anything else, I noticed another object that I seemed drawn to. This item was twitching, held down by the same leather straps that had held Celiex down the first time I had seen her—The only time I had seen her. To my disgust, my Neko instincts kicked in, (Although I always try to ignore them) and I realized this feeling was coming from outside. I pressed the palm of my index finger on the hard covering of the—dagger? Is that what it was? If so… this wasn’t mine. It was Celiex’s.
Before I could stop it, the straps unlocked and the dagger flew to my black tail and it instantly folded around the weapon’s surface, the soft enamel making me…. purr?
“No!” I screamed, trying to pull the dagger from my curled tail. It was making me act more like a Neko than I enjoyed. “I’ve spent too much time ignoring these feelings; I won’t let you destroy my times of effort!”
“Hikari?” Sora’s voice interrupted my dispute, and most embarrassing—it was with my tail…She walked in, eyes widening when she sees the dagger in my tail.
“Uh—I can explain!” I almost shout, but my voice becoming hoarse, absolutely terrified to get in trouble. “No need,” Sora giggled, “That dagger must have sensed your ‘Neko presence’ and thought you were Celiex. Its power is still young, so it easily makes mistakes. Soon it’ll know Celiex right down to her core.” She made a silent chuckle, hands on her hips. Celiex walked in unexpectedly, her eyes grazing right over Sora and aiming at me. At that moment, I rated her as the most professional Neko I had ever seen. Her figure was lean and powerful and she took no interest in hiding her ragged light brown ears or thrashing tail. A black band lay across the top-most part of her head, hair slightly waving from the rainy wind that engulfed her from outside. Buckle after buckle caressed her body on her pitch-black outfit that was snug at the top and flared into ruffles at her thighs. A bow an arrow was held to her back by a brown, Indian–styled strap.
She held out her hand. The dagger that was wrapped securely in my tail was uncurled and flew straight to Celiex. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the dagger rubbed against her hand and purred more lovingly than it had for me. I gulped and let out a breath of relief, not exactly feeling as strange as I did when that thing was held in my tail.
A couple minutes later she called for me to hold on tight and we went hurtling toward Earth, my soft, red hair thrashing every which way. When she finally slowed down and landed on the ground, she roared so loud, I’m sure anything could hear her for miles.
“Go hide; you’ll be injured if you stay!” Sora ordered me, whipping her tail at the men behind her and beating her front paws in the air to scare the men. I retreated—as I was told, though guilt suppressed my stomach as I ran through some silky curtains and into a small hut. There were animal skins as carpets, soft under my thin converses that were very much worn down. What else would you expect after finding shoes in the trash? My amber eyes were so wide, I had to blink multiple times before they began to become wet again. A vial sat quietly in the corner of the room, laid perfectly on a stone shelf, apparently just built since chisels and a hammer lay on the floor. Its engravings were beautiful, I noticed, lifting it gently into my hands, folding it over the glass and running my fingers down its glossy figure, taking in it’s strange—but tempting offer—to drink it.
A wild screech from outside made me tense up, so I ran to the curtains and took a glance at the action that I feel as though I should be taking place in…’I told Sora that I knew no defenses, I’m sure that’s why she had me shelter in safety?’ I thought tiredly before looking back at the vial. I questioned its contents, so I just stashed it in my jean pocket, besides; it was small. I sustained interest in all of the items surrounding me, so I roamed around some more.
A light had appeared in the corner of the room; a square glass container trapped an item inside. I slowly approached till I was nose to nose with a black, crystallized feather. Although nothing could reach it, once I closed in toward it, it seemed as though a light wind curled its tips in a motherly manner.
The encasing was too strong to break off—I found out the hard way and ended up straining my fingers until their tips were red and marked with temporary lines.
“What am I doing?” I said to myself, placing my hands on my forehead, “I’m steeling the men’s precious items out of my own greed and curiosity.” But even though I swore not to take or place my finger on anything else, I noticed another object that I seemed drawn to. This item was twitching, held down by the same leather straps that had held Celiex down the first time I had seen her—The only time I had seen her. To my disgust, my Neko instincts kicked in, (Although I always try to ignore them) and I realized this feeling was coming from outside. I pressed the palm of my index finger on the hard covering of the—dagger? Is that what it was? If so… this wasn’t mine. It was Celiex’s.
Before I could stop it, the straps unlocked and the dagger flew to my black tail and it instantly folded around the weapon’s surface, the soft enamel making me…. purr?
“No!” I screamed, trying to pull the dagger from my curled tail. It was making me act more like a Neko than I enjoyed. “I’ve spent too much time ignoring these feelings; I won’t let you destroy my times of effort!”
“Hikari?” Sora’s voice interrupted my dispute, and most embarrassing—it was with my tail…She walked in, eyes widening when she sees the dagger in my tail.
“Uh—I can explain!” I almost shout, but my voice becoming hoarse, absolutely terrified to get in trouble. “No need,” Sora giggled, “That dagger must have sensed your ‘Neko presence’ and thought you were Celiex. Its power is still young, so it easily makes mistakes. Soon it’ll know Celiex right down to her core.” She made a silent chuckle, hands on her hips. Celiex walked in unexpectedly, her eyes grazing right over Sora and aiming at me. At that moment, I rated her as the most professional Neko I had ever seen. Her figure was lean and powerful and she took no interest in hiding her ragged light brown ears or thrashing tail. A black band lay across the top-most part of her head, hair slightly waving from the rainy wind that engulfed her from outside. Buckle after buckle caressed her body on her pitch-black outfit that was snug at the top and flared into ruffles at her thighs. A bow an arrow was held to her back by a brown, Indian–styled strap.
She held out her hand. The dagger that was wrapped securely in my tail was uncurled and flew straight to Celiex. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the dagger rubbed against her hand and purred more lovingly than it had for me. I gulped and let out a breath of relief, not exactly feeling as strange as I did when that thing was held in my tail.
“I—uh, so you won?” I asked, voice small and nervous, trying to change the subject without sounding stupid to Celiex. She looked as though she could be easily disappointed. “Sure did,” Sora smiled, walked over next to Celiex and placing her arm over her friend’s shoulder, “And now that Celiex has her dagger, her powers will increase and there’s no way she’ll be able to be captured again, right?” she asked her companion. Celiex didn’t answer, just turned to me.
“What were you doing with Arashi?” Were the first, cold words that came from her mouth. “A—Arashi?” I asked, never hearing that name before. Sora answered me, “It means storm, a spirit lives inside the dagger. It’s a baby wild cat that is named Arashi,” she looked lovingly to Celiex, who was looking away. “She received Arashi when she was young, they’ve been together ever since. But, since he hasn’t grown, neither have the weapon’s powers.”
“We’re worried.” Celiex whispered, caressing ‘Arashi’ in her hands. I felt as though I wanted to cry when I glanced into Celiex’s eyes.
“What were you doing with Arashi?” Were the first, cold words that came from her mouth. “A—Arashi?” I asked, never hearing that name before. Sora answered me, “It means storm, a spirit lives inside the dagger. It’s a baby wild cat that is named Arashi,” she looked lovingly to Celiex, who was looking away. “She received Arashi when she was young, they’ve been together ever since. But, since he hasn’t grown, neither have the weapon’s powers.”
“We’re worried.” Celiex whispered, caressing ‘Arashi’ in her hands. I felt as though I wanted to cry when I glanced into Celiex’s eyes.
“I—I’m sorry…”
Sora nodded to me, whispering into Celiex’s ear. I couldn’t hear, but I guessed it was about what had happened with the dag—I mean, Arashi.
“It’s fine; just don’t let her touch him again.” Celiex growled and twisted, storming out of the hut to leave us in silence. I looked down at the floor, hands layered over top of one another and strands of my hair fell across my face. I hadn’t meant to, why was that so hard to understand?
Sora nodded to me, whispering into Celiex’s ear. I couldn’t hear, but I guessed it was about what had happened with the dag—I mean, Arashi.
“It’s fine; just don’t let her touch him again.” Celiex growled and twisted, storming out of the hut to leave us in silence. I looked down at the floor, hands layered over top of one another and strands of my hair fell across my face. I hadn’t meant to, why was that so hard to understand?
~~~Chapter 3 (I'll send that soon)
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