Traveling

Domen’s eyes would open as he comes out of his meditation by his usual morning prompt; the priestess’s lips upon his would beckon forth his consciousness. On his back, his head would shift to the side, looking along the backside of the priestess before she moves on. Sitting up in a fashion similar to doing a sit up, Domen would rise from his prone position with his arms resting on his thighs. His body was uncharacteristically sore, though he didn’t exactly recall from his mortal days, what the stiffness was. He had been training with his sword the previous day; when sleep at night, he would meditate and attempt to churn the dark magic that resided within his body. Due to this, he would feel the physical results of putting his body through stress.

Seeing her move briskly, he recalled that he had deemed this the day to venture to the isle of Latito where the priestess had originally resided before he claimed her. He would observe that she seemed to be in good spirits for the trip.

Following suite after her, he would shift his body to the side and press his feet to the floor as he stands, stretching his nude form for the first time this day. A wince and a frown would come to his brows as his right hand shifts to his back and rubs a sore spot. “Odd…” he would murmur, but ignore as he proceeded to prepare himself for the day.

After making his preparations, he floats up to the edge of the cliff that over looked the ocean and lands, standing on the ground to the side of Kazakura. Looking to her, he begin to inquire if she knew the way or not, but suddenly before he speaks, he is interrupted by a high pitched voice that calls out “my lord!” that seemed to be buzzing towards them at a high rate of speed. Domen turns around in time to see a familiar fairy whoosh past him and head dive into the bosom of the priestess where he clung to and lamented, “I was afraid I would never see you again, Lord Domen. Your faithful servant Paco has returned to your side.” With a frown at his actions, Domen would fold his arms and determine if she should pluck the fairy from the priestesses chest with his hand or sword.

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“Ah, there you are Lord Domen,” Paco would discover as he is brought face to face with the demon, “I’m still getting used to flying, I must have slipped.” This is greeted by an increased frown, but as he is set on the priestess’s palm, he apologizes to Kazakura, “a miscalculation in flight.” He clears his throat and bows to Domen as he announces, “Paco Luminous Equivikus Hernaditus Spartus has returned to his master after the red flash. I’m glad to see that you are alright, but I’m quite confused about the current state of the world. Nothing looks like it did right before the flash; I was worried I had died!” Domen would keep his gaze on Paco who would smile nervously expecting some type of response. Looking up at Kazakura, Domen would speak, “feed him to Kaelas and let us be on our way.” Immediately the spite squealed, “please master noooo! I implore your mercy!” Turning to Kazakura, he begs, “protect me, Goddess of Light!” Ignoring Paco further, but not enforcing him being fed, Domen would lift into the air and begin to ascend in the direction of the clouds to get a lay of the lands.

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With the hug, Paco would feel the joy of salvation. With the toss, he would feel the jagged blade of betrayal. The time he spent on the inside would superficially affect him as if it had been some harrowing traumatic event, but when he emerges from the beast’s jowls alive, he holds a new appreciation for life. As he is cleaned off, he would grumble lightly, but perk up with the kiss. Standing up out of her hand, he would fly on his own wings and flutter in front of her as he looks up after Domen and then back to her inquiring, “are we going somewhere? And what’s going on with the city? I went to check on my legions and our headquarters were no longer there? I hope my brethren in arms have returned from the battlefield safely…!”

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Paco would nod along with the information that he was getting, but after she got into the things about them no longer being in the same timeline that they used to be in, he found himself no longer nodding attentively, but more or less overwhelmed with little spiral markings in place of his eyes. He leans back in the air and rubs his head as he says, “how in the world did that happen? That was one very powerful red flash.” Bringing his little fist to his chin, he lowers his gaze and thinks to himself, but comes up with nothing. As he hears that his mastered missed having him around, he perks up and smiles adding, “well it’s only natural for the master to miss hi s greatest ally and warrior!” Seeing her rise into the air, he would move with her until they got to the height of Domen. The demon would be looking over the lands and by using the sea as a landmark he was able to easily decipher north and south. His gaze would be towards the direction of Latito as he would speak, “it is that way” whenever Kazakura would get to the same level as him. Without saying anything further, he would simply beckon, “let’s go” and proceed to fly in that general direction. Being an island in the middle of a prominent lake, Latito would not be that hard to find from the air.

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After the trip across the expansive lands, Domen would lower into the area he remembered as the priestess’s home place. He would look about as the priestess was able to make her own assessment of the area. Looking at it, it would feel to him as if he had not been to this isolated inland island area in quite some time. Because of its isolated nature, the people who live there have gotten to know one another pretty well, meaning that not only might they notice the arrival of two new comers from the sky, but they would also be able to recognize that Domen, the priestess and kitty were not regulars, even if they hadn’t witnessed their arrival.

As a place who rarely accepted outsiders, eyes would be upon then and soon the village militia or at least some males who would either be warriors or hunters would arrive as well. One of the generic npcs males would approach closer than the others and notice Kazakura’s tears. A glance to Domen would reward a stern and questioning gaze into the purpose of the male. Speaking to the demon and priestess, the male would inquire, “why have you come here?”

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Domen would simply stand by and watch the reaction of the priestess. Their purpose for coming here was her after all. It seemed to him that her homeland had been taken from her in a sense due to this time entanglement. A frown would grace his lips in seeing the priestess unhappy. The male who had spoken to her speaks, “ah, then you must be one of the relic ancestors. If you do not already know, there are none in this world who have memories before the Radiant Dawn. If you claim to have such memories, I would like to speak with you regarding them if you have time.” Looking to the shrine, he would mention, “the ‘shrine’ as you put it is being utilized differently from what you may have remembered. Since it did not seem a place for living, we only go there to store grain and such.” Looking between Domen and Kazakura, the man speaks, “if you will, come with us. We will have a conversation.” Domen would look to the priestess and speaks, “I will allow you the freedom to choose what you would like to do.”

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Domen remains as he allows the priestess to go forth. The things they were going to discuss didn’t seem to interest him, so since he had some time on his hands now, he would use this to go and train in privacy. Since he didn’t want to leave Kazakura here alone, he would simply levitate his body in the air and sit crossed legged. Closing his eyes and folding his arms, he would begin to meditate and train his channeling ability, causing his body to spark with dark energy as he passively stays to himself. During this process, Kaelas was able to do as he pleased. Of course, Kazakura would not be going alone; she would have the able fairy body guard hidden within her clothing as she followed the men to go and talk. The lead male would bring her into a simple one story house, enter into it and offer her a place to sit amongst pillows and a short table on the ground. He would sit as well as two others who would simply be standing by in order to listen in on the conversation. The male would eventually greet, “I am Ismal, it is nice to meet your acquaintance relic ancestor.”

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