Mai_able
Forest Faerie
Artem is a kitsune (fox demon), warrior princess, after telling the guards that she was forcefully taking over patrols she stumbles over YC. YC can be human or whatever creature but not from her world. After she discovers you passed out she decides not to kill you for trespassing and take you to the castle. The story starts there and continues.
Name: Princess Artem Fiori Mikhailov
Age: 22
Race: Kitsune
Gender: Female
Personality: Stubborn, Blunt, Strong-minded, Tomboyish, Cunning, Fast-talking, Authoritarian, Violent, Impolite, Indecisive
Appearance: White hair and fox-like ears, slim but strong build, light silver-green eyes, whitetail, 3 white stripes along each cheek
Name
Saifu Yue
Age
Unknown
Race
Definitely keeping this a secret. You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure.
Gender
Male
Appearance
Small, almost fragile frame; gentle looking features. Vibrant red hair, pale jade eyes. Looks particularly youthful, almost like a child, although he's bound to be more like 18 or 19 in terms of the world. ((I'm not very proficient when it comes to finding a reference image, and this is a pretty scra
Personality
An endower of good fortune and riches, and highly sensitive to the needs of others; he tends to give before thinking of himself. His physical actions can be quick and there's a good chance he gets pretty jumpy. His favorite foods are rice-cakes, he loves watching the moon, and is supposed to be carrying with him a bottle containing something precious. It hurts him to know that he lost it somewhere. Being cut off in the middle of speaking annoys him and he can't stand mis-told legends and stories.
Artem was patrolling the borders, she had forced the guards her father stationed to leave their post duties to her. Her father kept underestimating her, her elder brother's kept trying to undermine her strength and authority. Being the only girl in the family was rather a pain. She was the youngest and the only lady of the family now that her mother was gone. She patrolled the area thoroughly before she sensed a change in the area.
Her ears twitched before she bolted off in the direction of it, there was no possible way an intruder could've passed the border. They had a protective barrier in place, and from what she felt it hadn't broken yet. Artem slowed as she got closer to the area, the sense that something had changed growing stronger. Jumping high into a tree she peered down at the ground where the feeling rose the strongest. That was when she noticed a figure lying on the ground, she drew her sword immediately and jumped down almost silently. Stalking like a predator ready to attack she approached the still figure. Her silver eyes glowed in the moonlight, they seemed almost fluorescent.
As Artem crouched ready to strike the figure she noticed it was a boy, he obviously wasn't over her kind, but he was clearly around her age. It was part of her duty to kill intruders without falter but he was also defenseless. That was honorable and she would never dishonor her name with such an act. Lowering her sword she examined him, sniffing the air around him she noted he wasn't any other the netherworld creatures she had encountered before. He smelled sweet and earthy, it was a rather intoxicating smell. Under any other circumstances, she would have killed without hesitation, but this boy being here asleep may have been a sign from the goddess herself. Deciding she would wait until he woke and then question him she sat against a nearby tree to watch him before she drifted off into a light sleep.
"No, no, no, no, no-" There was the harsh sound of ungraceful shuffling as bare feet scampered for traction on the leafy earth. A half second later, a loud snap! as the boy tripped over a previously-buried branch and ended with a mouthful of foliage. He spit it out and ran his frail hands through the short red hair atop his head, continuing to squint around in search of something he had lost. "Where is it?" He asked himself, attempting to calm his racing mind.
At the time, he held no notice of Artem. His own worries were thought enough, especially after finding himself in a strange place undoubtedly not where he was meant to have appeared. What was worse, he had no clue what era it was, and he had lost his precious life's work. What a night this was turning out to be!
Artem stirred at the sound of movement, her eyes snapped open and she watched the being scamper for a few moments before standing. She pointed her swords towards him. "Who are you and why are you here trespasser?" Her voice was followed with a low growl that vibrated in her throat and made the hair on her tail stand in defense, he was awake so why was she questioning him. Artem circled him to leave no room for escape, he looked weak. But, she dare not underestimate her opponent. She drew her other sword and threw it on the ground in front of the boy. "I will give you a chance to fight for your life." She dare not fight and kill someone weaker than her without a fight, she stood straight the proud and warning stance of a person with authority.
The instant she spoke, he froze like a statue. A startled squeak escaped his mouth, but he found himself unable to form words. Blood seemed to drain itself from his face and his heart beat faster than what seemed physically possible, fulled by startled terror and unholy adrenaline. Artem tossed the sword to his feet, but he made no sudden movements. It was as though fear had completely paralyzed him, and he cowered beneath her superior stance.
Artem frowned and glared at him, "Are you a mute? Don't cower in fear, fight me like a man!" She snatched the sword off the ground and held it out to him by its hilt. When she noticed his color drain she could smell the fear on him. Artem stepped towards him and went to grab him by his collar. "If you won't fight then answer me, Who. Are. You? And Why. Are. You. Here?" She enunciated each word slowly thinking maybe he didn't understand her language. Dropping him on the ground she sheathed her swords and crossed her arms. He was like a rabbit to her, his awkward fear made her uncomfortable. She was abrasive but she hadn't expected him not to fight.
She moved to grab his collar and Saifu shifted slightly in avoidance, flinching when he was caught. He quickly picked himself up off the ground once she let him go, stuttering heavily as he did his best to answer before she changed her mind and decided to slice him to bits.
"M-m-m-my n-n-name is S-Saif-fu," He began. The words almost choked him, and he made small preparation to bolt if need be. This whole ordeal practically gave him a heart attack. It was a miracle he was still standing.
Artem frowned further and crossed her arms as he stuttered. A blubbering child he was, she let out a breath and ran a hand through her hair. Considering he acted like a child she couldn't kill him now, taking him back to the castle would be the next option. She eyed him suspiciously and leaned towards him inhaling his scent once more. "Do you know where you've trespassed?" As she spoke she stepped closer to him, she stood at a fine 5"3'. She crossed her arms once more before she backed up and reached at her waistband for some rope. "Put your arms out. I will bind you so you cannot run and you will come with me." Artem didn't leave room for argument, the boy would either go willingly or she would forcefully take him.
There was a gentle shake of his head at her initial question, dislodging a spare leaf from his hair with the movement. His bare foot shifted on the damp earth, hands clamped firmly to his sides in white-knuckled fists. Pale eyes flicked fearfully over her expression once before he took off running. He was not about to be kidnapped.
Or, at least, that was supposed to be the plan. A half-second into a sprint and another mouthful of damp, half-rotting leaves came to greet him as he rediscovered the very same branch he had tumbled over the last time. Not the most graceful of escapes, for certain.
Artem snarled when he turned to run and sprinted after him, she jumped into a tree and followed him through the branches. If he couldn't see her well she could move freely. He didn't know where he was but he chose to run. When he fell she jumped down from the tree drawing her sword and pointing it at him once more. Artem's eyes glinted red as she growled a little more than upset, "Do you wish to die? You should have been grateful I thought to spare your life." Artem went to grab him by his wrist to yank him up to face her, how foolish of her to allow this creature to run. If her brothers were here they would laugh at her for sure. If she managed to grab him and pull him up she would hold the blade against his neck as a warning not to test her again.
The cold metal tip of the blade pressed firmly against his adam's apple was warning enough to know he would end up less than alive the next time he tried to run from her.
"D-don't misunderstand," he wheezed, "you d-did just try to kill me i-in a f-fight." He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, having clenched his fists perhaps a little too tightly, but he knew he was shaking in spite of himself; her iron grip did little to steady him. It seemed almost as though his fragile build would shatter from the incessant shivering, yet it managed to stay in one piece.
Name: Princess Artem Fiori Mikhailov
Age: 22
Race: Kitsune
Gender: Female
Personality: Stubborn, Blunt, Strong-minded, Tomboyish, Cunning, Fast-talking, Authoritarian, Violent, Impolite, Indecisive
Appearance: White hair and fox-like ears, slim but strong build, light silver-green eyes, whitetail, 3 white stripes along each cheek
Name
Saifu Yue
Age
Unknown
Race
Definitely keeping this a secret. You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure.
Gender
Male
Appearance
Small, almost fragile frame; gentle looking features. Vibrant red hair, pale jade eyes. Looks particularly youthful, almost like a child, although he's bound to be more like 18 or 19 in terms of the world. ((I'm not very proficient when it comes to finding a reference image, and this is a pretty scra
Personality
An endower of good fortune and riches, and highly sensitive to the needs of others; he tends to give before thinking of himself. His physical actions can be quick and there's a good chance he gets pretty jumpy. His favorite foods are rice-cakes, he loves watching the moon, and is supposed to be carrying with him a bottle containing something precious. It hurts him to know that he lost it somewhere. Being cut off in the middle of speaking annoys him and he can't stand mis-told legends and stories.
Artem was patrolling the borders, she had forced the guards her father stationed to leave their post duties to her. Her father kept underestimating her, her elder brother's kept trying to undermine her strength and authority. Being the only girl in the family was rather a pain. She was the youngest and the only lady of the family now that her mother was gone. She patrolled the area thoroughly before she sensed a change in the area.
Her ears twitched before she bolted off in the direction of it, there was no possible way an intruder could've passed the border. They had a protective barrier in place, and from what she felt it hadn't broken yet. Artem slowed as she got closer to the area, the sense that something had changed growing stronger. Jumping high into a tree she peered down at the ground where the feeling rose the strongest. That was when she noticed a figure lying on the ground, she drew her sword immediately and jumped down almost silently. Stalking like a predator ready to attack she approached the still figure. Her silver eyes glowed in the moonlight, they seemed almost fluorescent.
As Artem crouched ready to strike the figure she noticed it was a boy, he obviously wasn't over her kind, but he was clearly around her age. It was part of her duty to kill intruders without falter but he was also defenseless. That was honorable and she would never dishonor her name with such an act. Lowering her sword she examined him, sniffing the air around him she noted he wasn't any other the netherworld creatures she had encountered before. He smelled sweet and earthy, it was a rather intoxicating smell. Under any other circumstances, she would have killed without hesitation, but this boy being here asleep may have been a sign from the goddess herself. Deciding she would wait until he woke and then question him she sat against a nearby tree to watch him before she drifted off into a light sleep.
"No, no, no, no, no-" There was the harsh sound of ungraceful shuffling as bare feet scampered for traction on the leafy earth. A half second later, a loud snap! as the boy tripped over a previously-buried branch and ended with a mouthful of foliage. He spit it out and ran his frail hands through the short red hair atop his head, continuing to squint around in search of something he had lost. "Where is it?" He asked himself, attempting to calm his racing mind.
At the time, he held no notice of Artem. His own worries were thought enough, especially after finding himself in a strange place undoubtedly not where he was meant to have appeared. What was worse, he had no clue what era it was, and he had lost his precious life's work. What a night this was turning out to be!
Artem stirred at the sound of movement, her eyes snapped open and she watched the being scamper for a few moments before standing. She pointed her swords towards him. "Who are you and why are you here trespasser?" Her voice was followed with a low growl that vibrated in her throat and made the hair on her tail stand in defense, he was awake so why was she questioning him. Artem circled him to leave no room for escape, he looked weak. But, she dare not underestimate her opponent. She drew her other sword and threw it on the ground in front of the boy. "I will give you a chance to fight for your life." She dare not fight and kill someone weaker than her without a fight, she stood straight the proud and warning stance of a person with authority.
The instant she spoke, he froze like a statue. A startled squeak escaped his mouth, but he found himself unable to form words. Blood seemed to drain itself from his face and his heart beat faster than what seemed physically possible, fulled by startled terror and unholy adrenaline. Artem tossed the sword to his feet, but he made no sudden movements. It was as though fear had completely paralyzed him, and he cowered beneath her superior stance.
Artem frowned and glared at him, "Are you a mute? Don't cower in fear, fight me like a man!" She snatched the sword off the ground and held it out to him by its hilt. When she noticed his color drain she could smell the fear on him. Artem stepped towards him and went to grab him by his collar. "If you won't fight then answer me, Who. Are. You? And Why. Are. You. Here?" She enunciated each word slowly thinking maybe he didn't understand her language. Dropping him on the ground she sheathed her swords and crossed her arms. He was like a rabbit to her, his awkward fear made her uncomfortable. She was abrasive but she hadn't expected him not to fight.
She moved to grab his collar and Saifu shifted slightly in avoidance, flinching when he was caught. He quickly picked himself up off the ground once she let him go, stuttering heavily as he did his best to answer before she changed her mind and decided to slice him to bits.
"M-m-m-my n-n-name is S-Saif-fu," He began. The words almost choked him, and he made small preparation to bolt if need be. This whole ordeal practically gave him a heart attack. It was a miracle he was still standing.
Artem frowned further and crossed her arms as he stuttered. A blubbering child he was, she let out a breath and ran a hand through her hair. Considering he acted like a child she couldn't kill him now, taking him back to the castle would be the next option. She eyed him suspiciously and leaned towards him inhaling his scent once more. "Do you know where you've trespassed?" As she spoke she stepped closer to him, she stood at a fine 5"3'. She crossed her arms once more before she backed up and reached at her waistband for some rope. "Put your arms out. I will bind you so you cannot run and you will come with me." Artem didn't leave room for argument, the boy would either go willingly or she would forcefully take him.
There was a gentle shake of his head at her initial question, dislodging a spare leaf from his hair with the movement. His bare foot shifted on the damp earth, hands clamped firmly to his sides in white-knuckled fists. Pale eyes flicked fearfully over her expression once before he took off running. He was not about to be kidnapped.
Or, at least, that was supposed to be the plan. A half-second into a sprint and another mouthful of damp, half-rotting leaves came to greet him as he rediscovered the very same branch he had tumbled over the last time. Not the most graceful of escapes, for certain.
Artem snarled when he turned to run and sprinted after him, she jumped into a tree and followed him through the branches. If he couldn't see her well she could move freely. He didn't know where he was but he chose to run. When he fell she jumped down from the tree drawing her sword and pointing it at him once more. Artem's eyes glinted red as she growled a little more than upset, "Do you wish to die? You should have been grateful I thought to spare your life." Artem went to grab him by his wrist to yank him up to face her, how foolish of her to allow this creature to run. If her brothers were here they would laugh at her for sure. If she managed to grab him and pull him up she would hold the blade against his neck as a warning not to test her again.
The cold metal tip of the blade pressed firmly against his adam's apple was warning enough to know he would end up less than alive the next time he tried to run from her.
"D-don't misunderstand," he wheezed, "you d-did just try to kill me i-in a f-fight." He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, having clenched his fists perhaps a little too tightly, but he knew he was shaking in spite of himself; her iron grip did little to steady him. It seemed almost as though his fragile build would shatter from the incessant shivering, yet it managed to stay in one piece.
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