View Full Version : Tittleless Story plagued by Writer's Block- Good tell though

March 8th, 2012, 03:36 PM
So here is the dilemma...this is, i suppose, a great story, but i'm reaching snags called writer's block. i want to filled a span of two weeks while still keeping the story somewhat short. and i need to finished it before march 28th. it unfortunately has no tittle. the place i'm snagged at is pretty self explanatory, and the girl will have no point of view until close to the end of the story and the beginning, that will be about it. anyways, i need help =0 badly!!

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Character list:

Caoa- The Guardian Kitsune of the forest, he only has three tails instead of nine like older Kitsunes

Kiave- The guardian’s trusty messenger

Frits- The bubbly soul healer

Brooke- The Human Girl

Mei- The Pink orb of light

Dai- The Blue Orb of light

The thunder rumbled in the distance, strong and bold. Lightning played across the sky in quick glorious flashing bursts of light that bathed the massive forest in its wake. The rain fell from the sky in a rhythmic beat in time to the drums of the thunder overhead. Nothing stirred in the forest as the storm rolled on, even the rivers and the waterfall that rushed down the mountain side seemed to have been frozen for this one brilliant and glorious moment.

All of that shattered as a scream rippled through the air chasing after the crashing sounds of the thunder following the lightning. One human among a forest unknown and uncharted on any map, fell to her knees in the fear that overwhelmed her soaked form. As each clash of thunder and each flash of lighting flare in front of her ebony eyes, she was sent into another terrified scream that made her throat raw.
Her ebony colored hair was plastered to her face in different places; she made no effort to pull it from her eyes. She tried to hold onto a tree, maybe even begged the tree to make them one so that she could escape the terrible storm. The tree’s made no effort to answer her, and she screamed in fright as another rumble of thunder drifted over the forest in quiet fury.

You couldn’t see it, the tears running down her face, but she cried as hard as she was screaming. Everything in this moment was real, the fear, the anguish, as her heart trembled and her body shook from the fear inside her. Unexplainable fear of the storm that shock the trees, the same storm that showed no threat of making a strike to anyone, only to gently water the tree’s.
Three pairs of eyes watched the girl as she cried, a small animal, a fawn, stumbled out of the cover of the brush to approach the girl.

She flinched as lightning flashed overhead illuminating herself, the fawn, and the waiting doe and buck on the other side of the bushes. The fawn timidly reached out with its muzzle to brush its nose across her shoulder clad in a sweater that clung to her wet frame. The buck and doe stepped out, the doe lowered her head to touch her fawn’s shoulder and pull it away. The buck however, lowered its body gently beside the woman. The buck’s nose touched her shoulder as the fawn had done her ebony eyes half closed, darted towards the buck at her left, so that she stared out the corner of her eyes.

Another clash of lightning and thunder across the sky and she had flung herself for the comfort that she might possibly receive from the buck, her arms encircling it’s strong neck holding on tight. The buck showed no motions of protest and allowed her to continue to hold on tight. Her face was buried comfortably in the curve of its neck, just below the head.

After a few moments that had passed, the storm showed no signs of lifting. The three animals realized that the girl wasn’t shivering from just her fear of the storm, but because she was getting chilled. In silent agreement with his mate and child, the buck stood up. The girl stood with him, not showing signs of protest. Until another flash of lightning and the girl almost flung herself backwards to hug the tree. The doe moved to the woman’s other side nudging her back to keep walking.


Caoa stepped out onto the front deck of his home. Rain pelted heavily on the clay-tiled roof. Caoa held out his hand to catch the water as it raced towards the ground. The forest was silent, not an eerie silent, nor was it literally silent, it was raining after all. It was silent because everything sought shelter from the storm. Evil rested for a moment, good slumbered in safety for the time, and the guardian of the forest could rest until the sun broke through the heavy dark clouds above.

Caoa was that guardian, with heavy long white hair and long white fox ears on either side of his head he was a force to be reckoned with. However, he was still young, whereas most foxes of his species would have nine individual tails; he only had three long silver tails moving from under his coat.

He was a tall male, six feet in height at least; maybe a couple of inches more give or take. His eyes were a liquid gold with a single line passing vertically through the center of the iris. His skin was softly tanned a tribute to his hours in the sun and wore the markings of a guardian beneath his left eye. They looked like the jagged edges of a broken sword, with twists and turns and hooks but a signaler point that perturbed across his cheek.

He was not wearing his head charm at the moment, if he had, it would have been a gold band that circled half of his head. A single jewel hung from the end that would hover over his right eye with two connect chain’s that would wrap around the left side of his head to connect with the gold band and complete the circle. He did wear his necklace, which was nothing more than a beaded rope looped around his neck with the two ends pulled through the lope and a large bead used to hold it closed.

He was dressed in what best example would be is a kosode top, which was the top undergarment worn under a kimono. His pants were more like trousers and were tucked into his cloth boots with a long cloth hanging down his front and a large sash wrapped tightly around his middle to keep all of his clothing closed tightly. His coat was similar to a haori, which was something of a kimono jacket, but had no sleeves on it and had a collar more recognized by the modern world.

Caoa’s eyes darted to his right as the thicket of trees was disturbed. A fawn stumbled out of the trees; its spotted body and shinning black eyes looked up at Caoa with wonderment and awe. Caoa stared back in curiosity as to why the fawn was alone without its parents. The answer came soon enough as the buck’s head emerged first from the line of tree’s surrounding the front of Caoa’s home.

The doe followed close, and Caoa realized that they were not alone; a young woman had wrapped herself around the buck’s neck in an unexplained fear. Of course, he could easily guess to why she was afraid, so could the family of dear. Through his eyes he saw more than just a dear, he saw powerful sentient spirits with fur like his own a glowing white with eyes like that of the starry night sky.

“Why did you bring her here,” Caoa called out to them over the roar of the thunder, he noticed her flinch.
The doe and the buck looked at one another, then back to the man who stood on his front porch arms crossed and an irritated look across his face.

You are the guardian of the forest, she is human, and we assumed it was your job to attend to her, the doe’s gentle voice sounded across the expanse of Caoa’s small and pointless garden, though she had made no move to open her mouth so that she could speak.

“You thought wrong, bring her to the Soul Healer, it is her job to care for the lost souls,” he said he was already turning away.

We only just managed to get her this far Guardian, we cannot put ourselves and our fawn in any more peril then what we have provided, the buck said, it had a strong masculine voice that was a deep baritone.

Caoa stopped and looked back out of the corner of his eye at the soaked creature that still held tightly to the buck. She was crying, he made point of that, but she was also living, and not dead, as he had assumed. A living human was here, in the realm of the spirits, and the deer spirits knew that, yet risked their lives to bring the human to the closest place she could find safety. That was Caoa, of course.
“Bring her here,” he said after a long dreading sigh.

The buck and doe approached walking along the dirt path that leads to the steps of his deck. He reached out and carefully took the woman’s upper arm. Caoa paused for a moment, her skin was soft, and warm, he had never touched another living being before. He was not a spirit, not entirely, but he wasn’t human either, and for a moment, he was concerned that his touch might be cold, maybe even colder than the rain.

Instead he unraveled her arms from around the deer’s neck and hoisted her up by both her arms until he had her up on the deck. Her shivering form instantly wrapped itself around his middle. She was seeking comfort, and he assumed then that his body was not cold after all. Unfortunately her need for comfort was soaking his clothing and he had to pry her off and hold her at arm’s length.

The deer spirits turned away and left but the fawn, stopped for a moment and gave a joyful kick at the air; take care of her guardian, a child’s voice called out as the fawn disappeared into the trees as well.
Caoa turned his head back to look at the woman in front of him that continued to cry. At the most she looked to be five foot three, maybe less. She had her arms folded up close to her chest and her head bowed. He could hear her teeth chattering as she continued to shiver. He slipped a hand underneath her chin and pushed upwards very gently so that he could see her face past the soaking black hair.

For a brief moment Caoa held his breath as the ebony colored eyes stared at him, no, they only looked ebony, but in the light from his home that bathed over her tear streaked face, they were a deep dark brown full of pain and despair. Never had he seen such sorrow in eyes like hers, except in the eyes of lost and broken souls of human’s that had passed away from the realm of the living.

Her hair was soaked, and so only appeared the be a beautiful ebony, but instead it actually was a rich chocolate color that would have a glorious shimmering color only equal to gold once the sun broke free of its restraints. He reached out and gently moved the hair from her face. She was soft, her skin a pale ivory and had a small up turned button of a nose. Her eyes were almond shaped and her mouth was small but plump enough to be kissed until swollen.

Caoa didn’t know what to do with her now, but leaving her in the soaked sweater and jeans she wore was not the best idea. So he placed a gentle hand on the small of her back and nudged her towards the paper sliding doors of his house. Once inside he summoned his servants, they were nothing more than small orbs of light.

The orbs floated around the girl in curiosity, they chattered among themselves with interest and awe. Her eyes moved darting back and forth as she watched them; she took a shivering step back towards the doors.

“You’re scaring her, back off,” he said to the orbs of light.

“We’ve never seen a human before,” one orb chattered having a female voice, “not living anyways,” spoke another orb with a male voice.

They obeyed him and kept some distance from her. She stood in the center of his sitting room with sorrowful eyes that darted back and forth at her surroundings.

“They won’t hurt you, I know you are probably lost and confused, but for now, try not to think too much of it, these orbs are my friends, the little pink one, that is Mei, she is my head servant,” he said pointing out the only pink orb that floated close to her head.

“And that is Dai, the blue orb, he is my head sentry,” Caoa said indicating the only blue orb that floated low and close to the ground near her feet.

“You poor dear, you look like you’re freezing, we should get you into a warm bath, and some fresh clothing,” Mei said, the orb bouncing up and down and back and forth all around the girl. Smaller white orbs followed her pattern before she bounced off and flew across the room with the smaller orbs in toe and passed right through the wall.

“I and the other sentries will take to the forest, make sure no danger has followed,” Dai called out and the remaining white orbs and him took to the air and passed through the doors and into the waiting storm outside.

Now they were alone, Caoa looked her over once more, and made note that her tears were beginning to stop, but it did not change the fact that deep pain and grief still filled her eyes. Caoa turned and sat down on a large pillow in the center of the room pressed against a wall. A painting of a white fox with nine tails hung over his head. A small table was placed in the far corner where an empty flower vase sat. The floors were made of a rough type of carpet; she was looking down at them.

He watched as she slipped off her muddy sandals and picked them up, a frown creasing her face in disappointment that she had tracked mud into his house. She simply turned around opened the doors to outside and set the shoes out onto the deck before turning back around to face him. She looked down again, and wiggled her bare toes over the carpet, before taking a glance at him between the long lashes of her eyes.

Caoa was smiling at her, his head resting in the palm of his hand while his elbow leaned comfortably on his knee. The small show of concern about his flooring was enough to tell him she definably wasn’t dead, sense many spirits that have crossed his door’s never notice their feet, sense their feet couldn’t catch mud on them even if they tried.

“What is your name,” he asked watching as her gaze left his to further try and examine his sitting room.
She paused, and then shook her head, her mouth made no move to speak, and the thought occurred to him that she might not have the ability to speak, “are you a mute,” he asked leaning forward without thinking about it.

She then shook her head no, and his eyes widened a fraction, “then you do not wish to speak,” he asked carefully, he received a yes.

“Do you know how you came to be here, in this forest?”

She shook her head no.

“Did you get lost?”

She shook her head yes.

He paused for a moment to consider how he could ask yes and no questions, that would be both informative and relevant to what he needed to find out, “did you die,” he asked, it was a question that was required to be asked by him.

She actually gave him a small, almost hidden smile, but it was pain filled and regretful before she shook her head no.

“Were you running away from something?”

She stopped all together, and for a moment he thought she had stopped breathing, he seemed to have hit a nerve, or had come to the conclusion of how she had gotten here in the spirit realm. She lifted her shoulders in what could have been both a shrug and a sigh of air, it was a question that would require words that she was not prepared to speak.

“Would you allow me to see, what happen,” he asked her referring to the events that placed her here in his sitting room in the first place.

She seemed to be thinking, before she nodded her head in confusion.

“Come closer, I will need to take your hand and see into your eyes,” he said patting the ground in front of him.

She made a face and lifted her soaked sweater, already water had gathered at her feet in a large soggy mess of the carpet. She obviously didn’t want to track any more water then she already had.
As if on cue, the pink orb Mei returned with a charming song following her as she reentered the room, “her bath is ready master,” she sang and went in circles around the girl.

“Go bathe, when you are done, you can show me over dinner,” he said waving with his hand towards the same door that Mei had emerged from.

She bowed her head before standing straight again and followed closely after the pink orb opening the door gently as it rattled. She took one last look at Caoa a thankful smile playing across her small face before disappearing behind the closed door.


Caoa had moved on into a different room, this room had only wood floors like in his hallway. They were polished till he could almost see his reflection in the wood. Two small tables had been placed in front of him on the floor where he was kneeling in the center of the room. It was moments later that the door opened and the girl walked in. she had been given fresh clothing. He had no female clothing in his house, so the orbs dressed her in one of his kosodes and trousers. She had to wear a longer sash then what he would usually wear so that there would be enough layers around her waist to keep the clothing on her small frame. This kosode had sleeves, and being it was made for him, the sleeves went well passed her finger’s swallowing her arms and hands.

“Come eat now,” he said waving his hands to the food set out in front of him.

Her eyes became wide and she took large steps and almost fell to her knees at the table set for her. She instantly started to eat what she could; grabbing the bowl of rice she quickly devoured it, followed by the fish, the vegetable and meat stew, she nibbled on the shrimp and licked up the dipping sauce like she had never eaten before in her life.

Caoa laughed softly and started eating as well, she still seemed hungry and Mei was more than willing to bring in more food that floated around the pink orb in middle of the air. Caoa actually found comfort in watching the girl eat. It was until she finally set her chopsticks down that she looked up with pieces of rice stuck to her lips and a dribble of sauce on the corner of her mouth that he started laughing.
She turned red and he wanted to laugh more but she reached out and grabbed a cloth to wipe her face clean. She gently set the cloth down onto the table and folded her hands into her lap and looked up at him again. She waited patiently for him to finish eating, and it did not take much time for him to finish before he set his plate down as well and looked up at her.

Orbs floated in and gathered their dishes before carrying them away and into the kitchen somewhere further down the hall. He held out his hands to her then, just as he told her he would have to do earlier. She gave Caoa her hands slowly, he looked at them carefully, there were softer than his, but rougher than what he would have expected of a woman’s hands. Human’s lived an entirely different life from the old days when spirit’s roamed freely and women were ladies of the house.

“Keep your eyes open, try not to blink for as long as you can, if you can’t handle it any longer, close your eyes tight and don’t open them till I say it is ok,” he said, paused and added, “try to relax, make yourself comfortable,”

She nodded and repositioned herself to sit cross-legged, while looking him in the eyes. He leaned forward curling his fingers around her hand and holding on with a firm grasp. Caoa’s eyes dilated, the narrow lines in the center of his iris’s spread open and she let out a loud open mouthed gasp in which her own eyes widened.

Brooke, her name was Brooke, and she was alone in this world.

Caoa dove deeper into her mind.

A 12-year-old Brooke looked up at her older brother’s tear streaked face, a twenty year old man left with the responsibility of taking care of his elderly grandmother and 12 year old sister.
Where were the parents?

12-year-old Brooke followed her brother to a car, it was black, and an elderly woman sat in a wheel chair beside it. Brooke’s eyes were trained on her feet, she wasn’t looking around, but the grass was green, a pretty green. It was also wet, that meant it was raining. She lifted her head back and turned around briefly, watching as duel caskets were lowered into the dirt, surrounded by many head stones that dotted the beautiful grass.

The view changed, it was like someone hitting fast forward on the remote and Caoa was rushed through her memories.

They stopped, Brooke stood in the empty doorway of a small home with a flourishing garden out front. The wood deck was old and needed a paint job and the paneling on the house looked newer to modern times but was in need of a washing because of a slight green staining. Thick old curtains that looked like they had come from the 60’s are closed off the windows. An old bench sat under one of the windows; it like the rest of the house needed a fresh coat of paint.

Two men stood in front of Brooke, both wore formal military attire, and in her hands was a folded up flag. There was no brother with her; behind her was the elderly grandmother who sat in her armchair with an expression of not understanding what was going on. Brooke was 17 at this point, yes that much was obvious.

The memory changed again.

A man had entered Brooke’s life; he was handsome, tall, toned, tanned, and blonde with eyes like a hawk and the deepest shade of green. She was head over heels in love with this man her eye never left him. He showed up in her life after she received a large check for her brother and was able to access the savings from her parents when she turned 21. He made everything better; he even helped her with the care of the elderly grandmother.

But then, one day, everything became confusing again; Brooke went to pull out some cash, just a little bit to pay for her grandmother’s medications. But the bank was empty; all her saving’s all the money she had saved up, it was all gone. In a rush Brooke tried to call Chris, ask him if he knew what was going on.
She got a voice recording, “I’m sorry, this number no longer is available or is disconnected, please check the number and try dialing again”

How can that be, his number was programmed into her phone.

She drove to his apartment in a hurry and begged the doorman to let her in.

The apartment was empty; it was like no one had lived there in the first place.

Brooke returned home with a broken heart, when she arrived home her grandmother was talking to a neighbor, they were holding a trash bag. Brooke ran up the stone steps towards the house grabbing her grandmother and holding her in a tight hug.

“Baby, Mini, she was attacked,” her grandmother said patting her shoulder.

Brooke looked at the trash bag in the neighbor’s hand and the sad and regretful look on his face told her what happen to her cat.

Inside the house, three newborn kittens began crying for their mother.

Once more the memories changed, Caoa believed he was reaching the end of the story.

Brooke was pulling on her jacket and grabbing her keys, she was going to work, she had to try and rebuild her savings.

“Grandmother, I have my cell phone, please call me if you need something,” she shouted over the sound of the TV as it was playing a rigorous round of Wheel of Fortune.

“Don’t worry about me,” the old woman said and waved a hand in her direction for her to get going.

Brooke left for work; it had been almost three weeks sense the disappearance of Chris. To heal her broken heart she began to tend carefully for her grandmother, taking care of her to sooth the pain. It was working, Brooke could feel herself moving on, and accepting that she was still young and had her life ahead of her. For now she was happy bottle-feeding the three kittens and taking care of her grandmother.

Caoa for a moment, wanted to with drawl, and let the girl be. He himself didn’t want to see how exactly a living human end did up in the spirit world. But as he was beginning to pull away, her hands tightened around his, holding the bond together between them. Caoa looked at her, not the memory and could see the start of tears in the corner of her eyes. He knew he had to finish it.

Brooke’s phone began ringing; she answered it with a laugh after just hearing a joke from one of her co-workers.

Brooke dropped her phone as the voice of ‘Officer Hank of the city police’ begun explaining to her about a fire and no bodies being found.

Brooke broke every street law there was in her rush to get home. When she arrived wild furious flames were devouring the house that was becoming her only sanctuary. Everything she still loved in this world was inside that house. Furious hot tears streaked her face and she rushed for the safety tape but strong arms of the fire fighter’s caught her holding her back even as she screamed and shouted.

“No! Not them to nooo!!” her throat became raw, the sound of her screams made people cringe.

The blaze would not die, and she would not stop screaming until the last flame died. The Fire Fighter’s braved the ashes to look for the remains of the one’s that were trapped inside. Nothing was found but ash.
At the Police station a gentle chubby faced man handed Brooke a coffee and explained what they think had happen.

“It started at the stove, we think your grandmother had tried to cook, we found her in what we think was your living room, it seemed she had fallen asleep and forgot the stove was on,” he said.

“They said you were raising kittens as well, we think that it was caused by something cloth falling on the stove first, to make it spread,” he added.

Brooke remained unresponsive and the chubby faced man let out a heavy sigh, “do you have any relatives, anywhere you can stay tonight,” he said softly.

Her brow wrinkled, and she gave a sharp robotic nod and stood up.

She left the police station without another word to anyone, she left her car somewhere, but she was in no shape to drive. So she walked.

She walked all the way home, to the piles of ash that had been her life and all she had ever known. She was alone, all alone, there was no one left. Everything she had hoped for was gone. There would be no laughter of children, or a golden retriever puppy chasing the cats around the yard with its white picket fence. No husband that smiled at her, as she would bring out a tray with lemonade while her grandmother watched the children play with a wistful expression.

Brooke moved with as much grace as a puppet and made her way towards the trees behind the house. Her mind clouded over as the beginnings of a storm brewed overhead. She assumed this would be the last anyone saw of her.

Caoa pulled away releasing her hands and her eyes fluttered shut. Tears raced down her face, hot and insistent. Caoa did the only think he could think of and stood to walk around the tables and grabbed her frail shoulders to pull her up into his arms and allow her to cry into his chest.

Brooke did just that; Caoa patted her head as powerful surges of tears and grief washed over her shaking form. His clothing was becoming damp where she had laid her head against his breast. She was so warm; he had no idea that living humans were so warm, when most of their spirits were cold to the touch. She was also soft but had strength in her arms as they hugged his middle. One might even think she held on from fear that he to, would, disappear.

Mei floated in at that moment; the little pink orb stopped just in the frame of the door and made a sound to announce her presence. Caoa looked up at the little pink orb and gently pried Brooke from his person as her tears begun to dry up again. He looked down at her, those almond eyes were swollen and her lips were puckered her face red.

“Mei had a room prepared for you, please, go, and get some sleep,” he said, he wanted to add things will start to get better, but he had seen her say that enough to her self to know that it might inspire fear instead of comfort.

She moved away from him walking slowly, Caoa took an appreciative look over once more of her, and couldn’t understand why pain followed around such a lovely woman. Once she left the room, Caoa followed as well, his destination was his dojo further down the hall. He entered the room opening the sliding paper door slowly so that the doors would not rattle in their frame.

The room was large enough that he could move around without any obstacles unless he placed them there. A variety of weapons aligned the walls –each of them with their own background story and how he had come to possess such a weapon. He admired his Amory for a moment before taking large steps towards the center of the room grabbing a long staff along the way.

Just was he was about to get into the flow of his workout routine; Dai floated in.

“Report Dai,” Caoa said as he swung a full circle with the whole of his body swinging the staff along with him.

“Small evil spirits have already caught her scent and were surrounding the house, it was nothing for us to handle,” Dai said his form drifting gently up and down in the air.

“I was afraid of that, the Deer were right, they had risked a lot, did you—“ he was saying, “send sentries to make sure they made it home safe, yes sir,” Dai said interrupting him.

“That’s only the beginning of it, there will be bigger demon’s coming once they catch her scent,” Caoa said and stopped leaning on his staff as he begun to think.

“Kiave!” Caoa shouted out loud to no one in particular, but there was a loud popping sound in the air as a puff of white smoke appeared in front of Caoa.

There was a lot of coughing, and a small creature stepped out of the smoke. It was a little boy; only about three feet tall, with brown fox ears and a brown tail, his eyes were a bright blue and were wearing clothing much like Caoa but wore prayer beads around his neck.

“You called me Master Caoa,” the small fox said his hands behind his back.

“Yes Kiave, I need to you get a message to the Soul Healer, do you think you can handle it,” Caoa said to the small child fox.

Kiave’s face lit up and he nodded vigorously, “yes sir Master, I won’t let you down!” he shouted jumping up and down.

“Good, tell her, that I have a lost soul here in my care, she cannot remain here, and need’s to get back to the living world as soon as possible” Caoa said.

Kiave nodded and bowed his head before disappearing in another puff of smoke. Once he was gone Caoa fell back into his routine preparing his body for the weeks to come.


Morning came soon, the sun shone lazily over a cloud of mist that had settled over the forest. That same mist was drifting by the guardian’s home. Caoa stood on his front porch once more, a heavy haori over his shoulders and a blade of grass in his mouth. The rain had left more than just water, a cold chill had settled over the forest and a light layer of frost had settled over the poor excuse of a garden in the front of Caoa’s house. He assumed it was no different for the garden in the back. Ice drifted over the top of the small koi pond running through the garden and under a small bridge on the far left side of the yard. A well sat across from the bridge on the right, the well was where Caoa’s servants got water for his house.
Mei drifted towards him, the pink orb floating up and down as it came to a stop beside Caoa. He could sense she wished to speak to him, but of what, he didn’t know.

“Something wrong Mei,” he asked his mind instantly going to the human who slept somewhere in his home curled up warm in one of his guest rooms.

“Nothing to important master, but…what of the human girl, Brooke, what are we to do with her till the Healer sends word that she may see her,” the orb asked, the orb getting closer to his face.

“I suppose we can do several things, why not, let her help you and your servants around the house,” he said and ran his claws along his chin to scratch absently at the prickle of hair forming on his jaw line, he would have to take care of that today.

“I’m not sure the girl would agree to that, she doesn’t speak, did her memories tell why,” Mei’s form drifted around his head in circles.

“She chooses not to speak, nothing has prevented her from being able to, perhaps, this is just assumption, she is afraid if she speaks that she will lose more than what she has lost,” he said tapping his jaw in thought.

The pink orb made a sound that she also assumed the same thing. That was when the front door slid open and the very girl they had spoken about was stepping out onto the porch with them. She was still dressed in her night clothing, which was a long tunic that touched the floor, and was left untied around her neck, once more, something of his that she wore. It suited her, to say the least, for the simple fact that, her brooding aura wouldn’t have allowed for anything of feminine quality to appear appealing on her body, or so that’s what he was telling himself.

She had her hair in a short braid at the nap of her neck tied with a small sash probably taken from some of his ties. The length of her hair actually only stopped a little past her shoulders unbraided. He had been right about the sunlight shimmering off the chocolate colored locks, they were just as he described, shimmering with gold flecks of color. Those eyes turned towards the sun as it was starting to rise; their dark color lighting up, but, there still showed no emotion.

Suddenly Kiave appeared accompanied by a popping sound, his little form bouncing up and down on the porch in front of his master, “Kiave, what news do you have from the soul healer,” Caoa said kneeling down in front of him.

Brooke’s eyes widened as she stared at the miniature Kitsune like Caoa and she to kneel down with him. Kiave looked her over, his head bobbing up and down in curiosity.

“The Soul Healer said, that she cannot receive the soul at this time, and sends her regards and that you may visit her home in two weeks,” Kiave said with a salute and a wide grin.

Caoa reached out and ruffled the young fox’s hair, “you did well Kiave, you can go now, play in the garden, and don’t go too far from the house,” Caoa told the young fox then stood up again.
The Kitsune grinned wider and was gone as he had appeared in a puff of white smoke that had Brooke waving her hand in her face before she too stood up.

Brooke turned her brown and ebony eyes towards him, the question she wanted to ask was all over her face, but she made no move to voice it, but he answered her anyways.

“The child is my apprentice…a younger Kitsune from another family, studying under me to be a Guardian spirit of his own forest” he explained.

Brooke nodded to indicate she understood, and then stared at the garden in front of his house. Though he called it a garden, the flowers had long ago wilted, and the weeds and grass were overcoming the bamboo posts that had separated the path from the flowerbeds. She had an expression he rather liked to see on her face, as she tilted her head in thought, her eyes darting back and forth quickly like he had seen her do when she examined a new room that she had never seen before. Was she memorizing it, was she rearranging the room like females often did in his home, or was she thinking of ways to fix what was already there.

He gave credit to the orbs for trying, the koi pond still functioned and the fish thrived, the bridge remained in perfect condition and his well water was clean and crisp. But so many souls both light and darks had passed over the flower beds for far too long, he doubted that even flowers planted from the King of Spirit’s garden’s would grow in his garden. After all he himself was a sort of powerful spirit and the young flowers couldn’t handle it. But as Caoa watched her face, he began to feel that the girl was naming flowers. The memory of her grandmother’s front of her house was fresh in his mind, and he recalled the grandmother was in a wheel chair and would not have been able to plant a garden and maintain it.
“Do you like gardening?” he asked her, Brooke realizing she had been lost in thought turned her gaze towards him, and nodded only once.

Caoa had suggested to Mei that Brooke could help around his house; he was only making assumptions but as her memories had shown him, when she kept her self-busy, she did better. That thought out of the way, they wouldn’t make any progress standing out on his porch staring at the dead garden.

“Come Brooke, let’s see if we can find something for you to do for now,” he offered her giving her a gentle and his best reassuring smile he could give her. She only returned his smile with a long gaze from her dark eyes.

One might consider that to be concerning, but she didn’t show any signs of rejecting his offer of giving her something to do and so he led her back into his home. Mei was already waiting for them, her pink glowing form floating lazily in the air.

“I’ll leave you with her, Brooke, Mei could use your help, if you are willing to give it,” He offered to her, Brooke stared at the pink orb, and allowed herself to smile before nodding and following the drifting orb out of the room.

Now it was Caoa’s turn to complete his daily tasks that being gathering his weapons to begin the hunt. Dai to was waiting for him with his head charm and thick haori and kosode prepared for his day in the woods. Caoa dressed and stepped out his room, down the hall stood Brooke who’s dark eyes were listening carefully to Mei’s instructions as she explained to her on how to properly clean the hard wood floors of the hall and most of the rooms. Her un-wavered interest in the work almost made him interested in the work it took to maintain his home, Dai was the only one that kept his head straight as his glowing form bounced on top of his head then floated down the hall.

Caoa followed after the orb, it questioned himself on weather if he should consider Brooke a dangerous distraction from his duties as the guardian. But in two weeks he would leave her in the capable hands of the Soul Healer, and so he pushed the thought aside and stepped out onto his front porch. Dai floated close to him, several more floating orbs drifted out the front door carrying with them a claymore of the most basic of designs and waited for him to take the blade from their forms while he was still adjusting his kosode.

“Dai, where did you see the spirits last night,” he asked quietly suddenly filled with the awareness that Brooke was just on the other side of the paper door’s in his front room, possibly cleaning the one table in it’s corner.

“Right on the edge’s of your home sir, a good number of them fled, but most of them we took care of,” Dai explained and floated after his master as he stepped off the porch and into the grass and weeds that filled the once flourishing garden.

“Then it will be a normal day, until the rest of the demon’s begin to show up with the scent of a living human in the forest, hopefully the rain had washed most of that scent away” Caoa stated towards his head sentry.

“Not so much Master, I can scent her well enough from just her place in the house” Dai said the further away from the house they got the more of a shape Dai began to take appearing more and more like a miniature human like creature then a simple glowing orb that floated around his house.

“You are also beside me, Dai, her scent is on me,” Caoa said looking at the fully formed tiny solider in ancient medieval armor and paper thin wings.

“That I am, Master, shall I go on ahead, scout for souls” Dai asked bobbing up and down.

Caoa responded with a sharp nod and the little creature flittered on ahead faster then the eye could track him. Caoa took his time rolling his wrist that held the claymore and reminding himself of the weight of the blade. All the while keeping his ears trained on the sounds of the spirit forest. He could hear the laughter of young children spirit’s as they drifted among the trees playing joyfully with sapling spirits. The children spirits were not his area, they were the area of children guardians; it was his duty to guard all from dark spirits, including other guardian’s like himself.

The sound of a whistle caught his attention and Caoa was on the move as he broke into a run through the trees. His three tails rose to balance him, as he was nearly parallel to the ground. Ahead his trained eyes could already see the shadow of something large making it’s way towards Caoa, Dai’s glowing form darted this way and that in front of a small tree sapling spirit and the soul of a child that were huddled together in front of the sapling’s tree. The mother tree was toppled over and had nothing to protect the sapling, and so it was now left for Caoa to take care of.

The large shadow beast let out a horrific roar that shook the trees and the ground in which it stood. Yet the beast had no definite form, it appeared truly like a shadow that drifted between tree to tree, and anything that got in it’s way would simply pass right through it. Or so that is what it appeared to do as other tree spirits ran for there lives, as they passed there whispered voices across Caoa’s skin like a gentle breeze passing by begging him to save their tree’s. There was no promise he could make, as battles with large demons like this one would always cause chance that the forest will suffer.

Instead of standing there any further and risking the chance of the child soul of being devoured, Caoa rushed into action blade raised. The demon turned it’s head, in the manner that it’s glowing red eyes simply moved across the surface of what would be presumed the head to now be facing backwards and staring at Caoa. The rest of its body followed and held high one of its great arms and swung down with incredible speed. Caoa shifted his weight to the left, sliding out of the way

March 9th, 2012, 09:18 AM
Whew, lots of text there. Grammar wise it needs some work, but content wise, its pretty decent. A lot of it is fluffed up, and in some places the wording doesn't make sense. Like: "that would be both informative and not vague to what he needed to find out" Not vague really doesn't make any sense there. Relevant would be a much better word.

March 9th, 2012, 03:24 PM
sorry about the lots of text....didn't know what not to post to get help o.o. but thanks i'll work on that =0!