` Tastes of Crimson ?!

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To the Espeon, there was no peace within this matter. Simply none. And quite possibly, there never would be peace restored between relationships within his new and old accomplices. He and his master surely had a closer bond then this woman could break, with their many journeys that dated back to both of their early childhoods ; these escapades evolving from simple errands, riding upon one of the family's beasts to situations where their lives were heavily threatened with the fearful reaper's reaping of their souls. But whom was he to judge how easily the human heart was to be swayed? Was this truly an envious action to be frowned upon? He did not know and nor did he particularly give a damn. ~ Yes.. My Lord will replace you both in importance, just like he has done to me.. ~ the beast spoke once more in a low toned hiss before scanning over his wound carefully. The bleeding had been sufficiently stopped at least enough to follow his master and not give the appearance of the weak and wounded that he truly was.

And with that, the lavendar furred nekomata-like Pokemon brought himself to his rather small paws and padded after the two silently, watching his master with eyes that almost seemed to wish that Crescent was so much younger ; the younger days of them both that consisted of him in the trainer's arms, coddled by him to no end as if his significance was more then that of gold to a poor man. My lord and my master.. Please do not forsake me.. though with the final thought, the Espeon's mind was cleared.

Yet, as for Crescent, the man seemed at no ease. He may have prevented her from any further injury that she could've caused for herself by carrying her but, the blood that still gave steady flow from her wounds was quite distressing. To say the least and obvious, it needed to be stopped but the Sveti Forest did not give way to any town for quite awhile, meaning there would be no chance of a hospital to run to in any emergency. This will have to be suffice then.. the man thought with no secondary inquiry before dipping into a much more heavily shaded location of the forest, tall oak trees blocking out the moonlit entirely except for a few cascading rays scattered within the small spot. With no spoken word, Crescent began to kneel down upon the grass and steadily lowered Ayane to the cold floor, being gentle as to not disturb the wounds any further. "Do you carry any bandaging material?" the man asked in a quiet, velvety tone as to not displease her sensitive hearing.

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Once placed onto the ground, the feminine felt it caress her back with its cool fingers, and the wind seemed to be whispering to mother nature. The heavens seemed to allow a smooth, cool breeze to hum past them, soothing their ears further with its gentle voice; the moon's light seemed to smile, before seeming to make certain that its light was not blinding, as it once again seemed to become the spotlight of their moment. Keeping her sapphires closed, she focused on her breathing and ignoring the pain, but she remained aware of everything around her.

At the boy's question, Ayane slightly shook her head, almost like a gentle swaying of the cranium. "I was planning on restocking at the next town," she whispered, her voice hushed and angelic again, this time seeming almost tired. It was then that she wondered if Crescent was uncomfortable, concerned about her well being; after all, her blood was still reaching out to the ground, slipping out of her form as if scrambling to risk her life. Just like anyone else who bled. Soon enough, she could sense a discomfort in the atmosphere, and then she could sense the static of angry worry entering the atmosphere. Then, she knew it was Ryuu and Batsu, approaching. So, it was not difficult to know that the bitter, yet weak and flickering, atmosphere shoving its way into the atmosphere; Espeon.

In that moment, she realized how many things she did not need; her hearing was very sensitive, so she did not constantly need her eyes; her seemingly sixth instinct told her how the atmosphere felt, and her awareness assisted her in confirmation of the owner of those emotions; and her voice was rarely needed, for her eyes, even when glazed, could tell so much. Also, her ability to ignore and mask things helped her from being vulnerable. Almost abruptly, she felt somewhat bad for those who didn't contain at least one of those abilities. But she snapped from that, since there was a spark of dark sorrow within the atmosphere - coming from Espeon.

For a moment, she felt sympathy for the creature - but she soon forced it away. No, why would the purple Pokemon care if she cared about it? After all, it despised her, and she doubted showing sympathy would help it feel any better. Cracking her eyes open somewhat, she glanced at her Salamance and Persian. Their gazes were scanning the place from time to time, switching moods whenever they landed on certain things: a dislike when upon Espeon, a concern when upon her, and a wariness when upon Crescent.

Instinctively, she allowed a ghost of a smile to return. Her eyes clearly told them, 'I'll be fine..' She knew they wouldn't believe her, but she also knew that if she did not state so, they would grow sickeningly worried. Inwardly sighing, she glanced up at Crescent. Knowing well that he was concerned, she began to fish through her mind in hopes of a plan. They were too far away from any town, even if her Salamance could fly them; it would take too long, for she knew she would be at a risky point before they reached any town. But, they didn't have any correct supplies, and it didn't seem like there was much to use to stop the bleeding.

However, she had to risk one thing. Glancing at her Persian, she signaled to him to get their blanket; he was off, and in a minute was back with the blanket almost neatly folded, held in his jowls. Ryuu had gone and retrieved her bag again, and was holding it close to Crescent. She could see the mistrust, but she also saw the forced logic in his optics. Her smile slightly flickered larger, before she signaled for her Pokemon to come closer.

"Crescent," she murmured, turning to lock the colors of crimson and azure again, "Would you mind letting Salamance fly us?" She did not want to mention Rayquaza, but from her Pokemon's glance, she knew that she may have to later. Thing was, the legendary emperor of the skies would not trust the trainer. It worried her that he may also fly too fast, risking both their lives. She closed her eyes, completely shielding her mind; too chaotic for one to be comforted by.

[Naze]

For a moment, there was a wonder if the man could user the dazzling beast of the Northern Wind to get them to a town yet there were many issues revolving around such an action. It would be no doubt a reckless gamble that had an unsafe percentage of failing and turning upon them both as a disadvantage rather then acting as their saving light. The representative of the Northern Wind was surely not as bitter of a Pokemon as his Espeon yet, it had shown a protective nature over him as the single human that the legendary beast seemed in-debt to. Though with the Suicune's laid-back, even rather cold nature Crescent had his doubts that it would act as rashly as to bring violence into the situation though he had little to no doubt that the Suikun would not hesitate to shake the Champion from his back if the attempt was made. Yet, even if the Salamance under Ayane's control was swift as one of the rulers of the frozen heights, the feminine's life would be in distress by the time they reached a hospital.

Not wishing anymore difficulty to be pushed upon their already straining situation, the masculine answered calmly with a gentle shake of his head that spoke his approval of the idea without verbal direction. There would be no further inquiry on Suicune's help in this area ; the idea was much too unsafe and risky to continue pondering in a time where thoughts could no be wasted upon 'what if's. And with that, Crescent took the single empty Pokeball from his tailcoat and glanced to his Espeon with a questioning gaze that was slightly returned though the trainer could see the sorrow within his old Pokemon's deep lavender eyes. He would question that later but for now, with a light tap to the ball the beaming red vapor shot out swiftly and trapped the Pokemon within it, returning the wounded feline to it's rightful place and also placing the ball back within his black coat.

"Let's act in haste then," the trainer stated softly, his velvety voice coated to be a sigh from under his breath that was caused by the restrained worry felt within him. However it was not visible by Crescent's action as he did not allow it to be any crippling matter. With great care, Crescent once again folded his arms beneath his female companion in a bridal fashion before standing at a slow yet steady pace, regaining his seemingly perfect posture. Though lifting up his own teammate was no issue, Crescent could not keep from first examining the Salamance.. Yes, they had spent time in each other's company over the past week or so but with a glance, the man's crimsons met the winged beast's pupils with a notable apology for any discomfort the Ryuu may feel upon Crescent's behalf ; fully aware of the distrust that still caused a rift between the two.

And with that, Crescent mounted the Salamance with Ayane still safely within his protective grip until he eased her upon the back of her dear Pokemon. This may.. No, it won't stop the bleeding entirely but, it'll buy more time.. Crescent thought as without a word, he began to relieve himself of his heavy black tailcoat to reveal the jet black long-sleeved shirt he kept underneath that seemed to be a much lighter article of clothing then his tailcoat. With this, a tailcoat made of what could only be assumed as the finest of threads, Crescent allowed a single nail upon his right index finger to grow into a claw-like point that seemed to have the potential to be even sharper then a Persian's claws. Though originally it might've caused the male to shudder using these abilities known only to the cursed, right now they could be loosely called a blessing for the next action Crescent took was to take hold of the tailcoat and began to shred a large and long strip off. This action was continued until three strips of different lengths were held within his hand and the claw that the man had forced into exposure was gone ; it's task accomplished.

True, the coat would cost a few pretty pennies to be revived to it's former glory but any currency could not equal that worth a life. "Please sit up for a moment," Crescent spoke, his tone a beautiful purr as the trainer offered a his free hand to Ayane politely.

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The winged beast normally would have shuddered, especially if a trainer were to get on before his master. But this time was different, for his master was in danger of losing her life, so he could not mistrust the boy at the moment. No, he must force himself to believe that the male would not cause further harm to his master. Forcing a tranquility to envelop him when they were both upon his back, the dragon Pokemon clamped his eyes shut, forcing himself not to shudder at the thought of his master's blood moistening his backside.

Ryuu then reopened his eyes and glanced at Batsu, before beckoning him closer. Then, he closed his optics again, listening to the two humans upon his back. Ayane knew the ghost of her smile was still upon her lips, growing almost clear, and she could tell the occurrences even with her sapphires closed, as usual; Espeon was returned to its Pokeball, her Persian was beckoned closer by her Salamance, and Crescent took off his coat.

Then, at his purring and beautiful voice, she cracked her optics open; they were immediately greeted by the sight of his figure, holding strips of fabric within one hand, the other offered toward her. With the phantom smile still upon her lips, she gently grasped his hand, carefully forcing herself up into a sitting position, making certain the still bleeding wounds were not disturbed. Then, after her gaze scanned past the trainer, she cast a glance at her feline Pokemon; then, she reached into her waist bag, coming out with an enlarging Pokeball in hand. Like, her companion, she returned the Pokemon without using her vocal chords, immediately placing the ball back into the minuscule bag.

It was then that she realized her other hand had still been grasping the male's. Skillfully concealing her sudden embarrassment, she slowly, calmly, took her hand from his. However, that was when she accidentally disturbed a wound, which caused her to unexpectedly wince; she almost slid off her Pokemon's backside. Despite the composure she wore, there was an abrupt sparkle of nervousness deep within her eyes. Why? Well, in her rush to prevent slipping off, she had instinctively reached to grab anything to secure her - which, this time, happened to be Crescent's arm, near the shoulder.

Almost immediately, she gathered herself, and if he weren't able to catch the spark of near anxiety in her eyes before a couple of seconds, he would have missed it. She made certain to keep from disturbing her wounds even more, holding onto Ryuu's neck and placing her other hand onto his back, supporting half of her. "Ryuu, slow ascent," she whispered, her angelic voice serene as usual.

Without waiting to see if her Pokemon would obey her, she turned, carefully, to her companion again, keeping herself firm so he could tend to her wounds. It was best they both keep low when her Pokemon flew, for she planned to order him to fly the swiftest it could without putting them at great risk. She was confident she would make it through the entire journey, that her life wouldn't be too threatened once they reached a hospital. As soon as she broke from her thoughts, she felt reluctance in the atmosphere - and she found them already about ten feet from the ground, the winged beast having obeyed despite uncertainty.

As if a signal through touch and emotion, she seemingly slightly caressed his back. It would seem like lip speak to even the most sensitive of ears - which both she and Crescent had. Her mouth swiftly formed the statement, "Fly slow, then fast once he's done." Her voice was barely audible, more hushed than her most silent whisper. But, from touch, feel, and that minor verbal signal, Ryuu understood, and he obeyed, going slowly as they ascended a few more feet, before going forward. Satisfied, Ayane glanced at Crescent again, her smile faintly growing.

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As Ayane put her hand within his as a stable cane to help her adjust his posture, the man watched her movements with dazzling crimsons that seemed to share a perfection that did not allow the slendered pupils to miss a single action made by whomever captured their attention. And of course, it was near impossible to miss that the feminine's hand remained within his as she committed another action ; returning the Persian Pokemon to it's Pokeball which he originally would've uncharacteristically of objected to had the situation not been what it was. However, the meeting of their pale skins was not unwelcome, it was actually quite pleasant to the touch and if Ayane had taken the care as to keep watchful eye of his facial expression she would've seen his lips curve into a slight smirk that dissipated the moment it was conceived [or much rather second].

However, it was because of her swift action that revealed her slight embarrassment to the prolonged connection of skin that caused Crescent's eyes to widen slightly when his companion's expression was twisted into that of a pained wince. Almost instinctively, Crescent began to ready his arm to prevent her fall by catching her abruptly but the act was put to a halt as she caught hold of his shoulder to stop her fall from the Salamance's backside. Though Crescent had not expected her own prevention of the distress, with a single glance into her eyes that allowed their brilliant irises to mingle once more, it was in full clarity that he saw the action was not that intentional on the feminine's part as well.
Even so, Crescent was able to snatch the small spark from her eyes that held a certain embarrassed anxiety, capturing one of the emotions he had seen from her and engraving the memory under her name ; also noting that it was most likely one of the rarer expressions to be delivered into the opening.

But once more, it took little time for Crescent to escape such thoughts, dubbing them as no more then tedious at a time such as this. While the male was aware that the strips originating from his tailcoat were poor replacements for actual bandages despite the fine fabric they were made with, the makeshift tools would have to be sufficient for now with their lack of luck. Noting the tensing of her muscles so that he could work properly upon her wounds, Crescent moved closer and disconnected his watchful gaze from her own, focusing closely upon her wounds. Finding it best to start from the lower injuries, Crescent took a single strip and began to place it upon her calf, only glancing upwards to send a glance reading his apologies to her before applying pressure which in turn caused a sharp pain in shoot through the woman's nerves. However, it seemed to disappear soon enough as Crescent began to wrap it around the bleeding injury, warm crimson liquid meeting the fabric rather then Ryuu's tough dragon scales. The process of wrapping was repeating a total of three times before it was successfully wrapped around the wound rather tightly to decrease the amount of blood being released and a knot was tied. With one injury releaved, Crescent directed his optics back to Ayane.

And then, sudden awkward realization struck. Oh yes, awkward indeed. Yet... Yet it could not be helped. As the male began to fold one of the shorter lengths of cloth into a neat square, the man could not repress a hesitant sigh and a swift closing of his eyes. "Please excuse me.." he began politely as usual, his tone still calmly the same before he re-opened his eyes, any uncomfortable emotions to his next actions now cloaked within his eyes. "But please allow me to have access to your second injury," Crescent finished with a simple gesture of the hand to her other wound that was located upon her near center of her chest.

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The female knew very well it was coming, but for a moment, she focused only upon concealing the fact that it was painful when the male placed pressure upon her wound. She caught his apology, and to acknowledge it, she gave him a minuscule nod. Thing was, she found it slightly too polite to apologize when one was doing something to assist another in securing their life the best they could. Then again, it was quite expected, from a boy such as him. She held quite steady while he wrapped her wound, and then she closed her sapphires, leaning onto the winged beast's neck somewhat.

Ayane had kept the embarrassing thoughts to herself, keeping away from those thoughts until the time came; she had a feeling Crescent would ask permission, so she only needed to wait for him. It wasn't that it wasn't invited, but.. it would just be uncomfortable, even if he was dressing a wound. But, at his request, she knew that refusing would be foolish; she had tolerated many things before, so why stop now. Without use of her vocal chords, she replied, nodding clearly. Her icy blues remained closed, and she kept her body composed, so that she would not strain muscles near the wound. To tense up now would mean the slightest shifting, and at the moment, she didn't want more crimson life to leak.

She kept her palms on to Ryuu, knowing he would slow down out of wariness; she knew that he knew her dislike of physical contact, especially anywhere that may seem perverted. Also, she knew he despised it whenever one was to wander anywhere near those areas; overprotective he was, and it was clearly causing him struggle to continue obeying his master's orders. And it was almost on cue, for he knew it was coming as well; his muscles tensed, his speed decreased. But his master convinced him to ignore it, with a soothing, elegant movement of her palm upon his spine.

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However, before she felt his touch, Ryuu jerked, and a small growl escaped his lips. Without hesitating, she opened her eyes, carefully turning to glance down below. She shouldn't have been surprised; a Seviper was blasting Poison Sting at them. Though her exterior remained completely stoic, there was a feeling of frustration inside. Were they not able to go anywhere in peace? Suppressing a faint sigh, she closed her optics again. "Ryuu, speed up."

His reaction was that of hesitation, and for a moment, he seemed to want to remain at a slow pace. But, with another signal through touch, he grunted as a signal that he was to obey. Then, he signaled with his tail for them both to flatten themselves the best they can; as soon as a few more Sevipers arrived and attacked, Ayane glanced through the corner of her eye toward Crescent, signaling the message further. Then, she firmly grasped the dragon Pokemon's neck, lowering herself but making sure it was not too low. With another of her near inaudible whispers, Ryuu nodded and sped up to a speed that risked them falling off - but his wings made certain they were not to slip off and plummet to the Earth.