Spirit of Fire

Grand elemental spirit. Essence of flames and heat. Guardian spirit of Hao Asakura.

[godtied]

loyalspiritofifre·:

‘‘Death feed life. Dead come back, dead born new again.’‘ It said, while trying to make what should have been sad, sympathetic expression. Mortals took such bad to death, and especially of family members. Spirit of Fire didn’t really understand point of sadness, or of happiness too.

‘‘Humans dumb. Humans lazy and bad.  World better without. Nobody smart be like that.’‘ It rambled, sort of glee apparent on it’s face as it stared towards child, moving closer, walking like monkey to look at child in eyes.

          “That’s not the point.” Mappa very well knew that death didn’t necessarily mean the end. As a shaman, he could communicate with ghosts. Despite this, he knew saw his mother after her death, had no idea where she was, and could only live with the bitterness that was left with him after her murder.

He couldn’t help but blink a few times as the spirit moved closer to him, but he made no move to move away from it. “That’s exactly right. The world would be better off without them.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

Mortals were so complicated. Dead was dead and living was living and both were one, energy and matter just moved around while soul and memory went on. But it said nothing. It thought it may be in poor taste.

‘‘Yes! Yes! Yes so yes. Was better, was nicer before. We remember, we been happy and content. They came and ruin our balance.’‘ How smart, how fun a creature! Finally somebody reasonable!

[godtied]

loyalspiritofifre·:

‘‘What birth change? What make go? What make you want move? What you search?’‘ As far as he knew mortals like stability, like small houses and towns and all that formal mess. Not smart enough to properly wander world like animals.

Truly smart creature, this child.

          “The death of my mother, and the recklessness of humans.”

Mappa had no qualms with being so blunt with the spirit. He had nothing to hide, and he saw no reason to beat around the bush with such an interesting being. He did not wish to remain tied to the very things that drove humans to destructive greed, and he had no shame in making it known.

          “I wish to remove humans from this planet and to save it. I don’t want to be like them.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Death feed life. Dead come back, dead born new again.’‘ It said, while trying to make what should have been sad, sympathetic expression. Mortals took such bad to death, and especially of family members. Spirit of Fire didn’t really understand point of sadness, or of happiness too.

‘‘Humans dumb. Humans lazy and bad.  World better without. Nobody smart be like that.’‘ It rambled, sort of glee apparent on it’s face as it stared towards child, moving closer, walking like monkey to look at child in eyes.

[godtied]

loyalspiritofifre·:

Real home? What could that mean? How could some homes be real and others not? Fleshy beings were so complicated, almost never simple yes or no.He tried to understand, to process.

‘‘We… everywhere. We always going… around, many places, all. You as that? You move?’‘ It barely strung sentence, picking from words it picked up since being placed here.

          “Well… somewhat.” Hao could hear the flaws in the being’s speech, but he could tell that this was no ordinary spirit. In fact, it was obvious that this spirit wasn’t a former human like so many he saw on a regular basis. Therefore, it more than likely had to learn speech on its own, picking things up from the world around it.

Truly, it must be a magnificent spirit.

          “I cannot move as far or fast as you might be able to, but overall… yes, I do live and go many places.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘What birth change? What make go? What make you want move? What you search?’‘ As far as he knew mortals like stability, like small houses and towns and all that formal mess. Not smart enough to properly wander world like animals.

Truly smart creature, this child.

[godtied]

loyalspiritofifre·:

Not entirely…Shaman, yes. But there was something more, something unusual. Not just way his furyoku flickered and sang, but something inside of him, as if he contained a night over poor village beneath his chest, as if he was a city of demons. Tiny things, weak things, even to something else then it. But then it wasn’t it’s business.

‘‘Here? Home?’‘ It said, gesturing at child, twisting head like owl. If it was native, perhaps it could show him around. Spirit of Fire loved listening, plucking words like magpies gold. It knew each spark of energy in each leaf, knew flame on each candle, was each burn, but everything else was beyond it’s knowledge

          “Here?” 

Mappa looked around, but he just saw… well, land. There wasn’t anything, and yet at the same time there was everything. It stretched out, went on for miles. There were no houses or forms of shelter, but he knew that the spirit was inferring about a house. 

          “I guess you could say that.” He shrugged his shoulders just slightly and offered a vague gesture to the surrounding area. “I have no real home, so in a way I live anywhere I need to.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

Real home? What could that mean? How could some homes be real and others not? Fleshy beings were so complicated, almost never simple yes or no.He tried to understand, to process.

‘‘We... everywhere. We always going... around, many places, all. You as that? You move?’‘ It barely strung sentence, picking from words it picked up since being placed here.

[godtied]

loyalspiritofifre·:

Spirit of Fire felt a gaze on it, a gaze of shaman ( such things were easy to notice, if you had means to. Humans pricked and pointed and grabbed, but shamans, they drew sight in, inviting spirits and demons to come, to speak to fill them up until their soul was nothing but ash).  And truly, down there was a shaman ( child perhaps) who approached it. Normally, Spirit of Fire would ignore them, but something about boy smelled strange, not wholly human. Powerful to some, perhaps, but ruined and still trying to repair itself, like tainted field producing burning flowers. More as if he was speaking with youkais that took up residence in flesh.

It was right, however. Spirit of Fire was probably unlike anything shaman ever saw before. It was a god, and less and more. It was collection of spirits and that from which they were formed. It was heat and flame and all thing burning. So, in response it nodded as it saw some humans do so, and changed it’s size to be same as the little shaman’s.

‘‘You?’‘ It asked, in voice of mind, in scorched fields and burning homes, in lighted candles and crack of hearth, recalling words from what it gathered over years from few humans it glimpsed. It would like to speak more, learn more, and boy smelled so strange and wild…

          “Me?”

The fact that the spirit took on a smaller form hadn’t been expected, but Mappa wasn’t entirely offended. After all, he could only imagine that it would be troublesome to speak with someone whose height held a drastic distance. This spirit was far larger than he was, and so it was probably only natural that it change its size for convenience’s sake.

Lips pursed together, and he wasn’t too sure how to respond. Born a human, but referred to as a demon—even his powers had come about due to accidentally absorbing a demon’s abilities.

          “A shaman. Some have even called me a demon, however, I can admit that that title isn’t entirely accurate, either. I am called Mappa Douji.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

Not entirely...Shaman, yes. But there was something more, something unusual. Not just way his furyoku flickered and sang, but something inside of him, as if he contained a night over poor village beneath his chest, as if he was a city of demons. Tiny things, weak things, even to something else then it. But then it wasn’t it’s business.

‘‘Here? Home?’‘ It said, gesturing at child, twisting head like owl. If it was native, perhaps it could show him around. Spirit of Fire loved listening, plucking words like magpies gold. It knew each spark of energy in each leaf, knew flame on each candle, was each burn, but everything else was beyond it’s knowledge

[godtied]

( @loyalspiritofifre )

Mappa knew of spirits—he saw them every day—but this one seemed different than the typical spirits he saw on a daily basis. He could practically feel power seeping from this one, and it made him all the more curious. A brow arches as he gazes up at the spirit, and he even takes a step forward to approach the being before him. Strangely enough, he felt like he knew of this spirit somehow. But… how?

          “You… you’re no ordinary spirit, are you?”

[loyalspiritofifre]

Spirit of Fire felt a gaze on it, a gaze of shaman ( such things were easy to notice, if you had means to. Humans pricked and pointed and grabbed, but shamans, they drew sight in, inviting spirits and demons to come, to speak to fill them up until their soul was nothing but ash).  And truly, down there was a shaman ( child perhaps) who approached it. Normally, Spirit of Fire would ignore them, but something about boy smelled strange, not wholly human. Powerful to some, perhaps, but ruined and still trying to repair itself, like tainted field producing burning flowers. More as if he was speaking with youkais that took up residence in flesh.

It was right, however. Spirit of Fire was probably unlike anything shaman ever saw before. It was a god, and less and more. It was collection of spirits and that from which they were formed. It was heat and flame and all thing burning. So, in response it nodded as it saw some humans do so, and changed it’s size to be same as the little shaman’s.

‘‘You?’‘ It asked, in voice of mind, in scorched fields and burning homes, in lighted candles and crack of hearth, recalling words from what it gathered over years from few humans it glimpsed. It would like to speak more, learn more, and boy smelled so strange and wild...

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[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t.

“I see,” Jeanne said quietly, not sure she agreed and not sure she was meant to. Maybe this was… something good, as well, to hear someone talk about themselves, not agree, and leave it at that. Maybe conversations were not wars to be won at all costs.

“I don’t think your permission is meaningless. I think they should ask, first, and respect your decision.”

His question… shook her, and she found herself a bit a a loss. Looked after? Marco did that… and he meant well, mostly, but… He was not really paying attention, was he? Or not to the things that mattered. He saw what he wanted to see, his perfect warrior child with no second thoughts or feelings, and he left it at that.

Maybe it would be different if she talked more…

“I… don’t think I really do, no.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘So you do. Your eyes work and I’m too shiny and big to miss.’‘ He said. Why would girl make him aware of that?

‘‘So master says. Yet humans use me to heat their homes, and cook their foods, and fuel their machines, and my sunlight shows them way through day. Not to mention I’m already inside them.’‘ Warmth filled all life, and he was body heat, spark of energy that fueled and begot vitality.

‘‘You aren’t sure? How curious it must be, not to be aware of your role and nature. Why is it so? master tells me young mortals require looking after-something that brings us more trouble then it is worth, but he insists younglings need others to provide for them.’‘

[welliamholierthanthou]

“Oh, no, I meant…” Jeanne stopped, considered it. Was that… humor? It didn’t sound like it, but she found herself giggling at it still. Language was fun.

“… I did not realize you were all of these things,” she admitted. It did make sense, and it did make it hard to imagine how they could ask for consent first. Humanity would die without fire…

His words were cutting, more than they should have been. How curious indeed. She wouldn’t use that word; she’d say something like sad or pathetic instead. Oh, well. She was past all of that… wasn’t she?

“I’m not a… normal youngling, as your master would say. I… was taken in, by an adult, and he takes care of my physical needs, but I have a… an important mission. And he won’t, or… he can’t help me. So I’m… not looked after.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Oh? I didn’t understand. I apologize- figures of speech are not my forte.’‘ Mortals were too much trouble at best day with their speech, and when they got in symbols…

‘‘I’m all of them and more. I’m all that shines and burns, and all spirits of light and fire and Sun are pieces of me.’‘ he was Spirit of Fire, soul of warmth and heat. From him flames came and to him they returned.

‘‘Ah yes. Master says your kind requires emotional validation and care too. How tiring. Why doesn’t he provide it, as I assume he is mortal too?’‘ Mission. Huh. Must have been to get rid of master.

[welliamholierthanthou]

“No, it’s - it’s okay. It’s my fault, I should not have used one,” Jeanne smiled, one hand up as if to wave away the topic. “I’m sorry I laughed.”

With a little sigh, the albino leaned back against the tree and curled her knees against herself. “So you’re in me right now, if I follow? That’s… interesting.” Weird, but interesting.

“I guess… he doesn’t know how to give it to me. Or I don’t know how to show him I need it. Even for mortals, doing your best can somehow be much different from doing what’s right.” Stretching, she considered him. “Your Master seems to be a very kind and knowledgeable person.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘I suspect you haven’t had chance to commune with things like me. And you shouldn’t apologize-it is your right.’‘ Spirit of fire was always bit bothered by concept of apology. If it could be done, then it should, but it didn’t work same for men as it did for him.

‘‘You. Air you breathe. That tree.Your spirit, and all others, from smallest sprite to greatest god. Your heater. I’m only not in cold.’‘ That was domain of Rain, of water and winter and ocean.

‘‘But how would you spread and prosper if you are denied fuel you need? Or can your kind reach their absolute best even when denied necessary components? And why did you say even for mortals? My best is always right. I have no other choice.’‘ Mortal psyche was fascinating as it was irritating.

‘‘ So he is, the greatest man I had known-and I knew them all. He can be kind and wise, and mysterious and unfathomable, and cruel and cold when he needs. Such magnificent variety of forms is rarely present in living.’‘ Finally girl admitted his Master’s superiority

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t.

“I see,” Jeanne said quietly, not sure she agreed and not sure she was meant to. Maybe this was… something good, as well, to hear someone talk about themselves, not agree, and leave it at that. Maybe conversations were not wars to be won at all costs.

“I don’t think your permission is meaningless. I think they should ask, first, and respect your decision.”

His question… shook her, and she found herself a bit a a loss. Looked after? Marco did that… and he meant well, mostly, but… He was not really paying attention, was he? Or not to the things that mattered. He saw what he wanted to see, his perfect warrior child with no second thoughts or feelings, and he left it at that.

Maybe it would be different if she talked more…

“I… don’t think I really do, no.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘So you do. Your eyes work and I’m too shiny and big to miss.’‘ He said. Why would girl make him aware of that?

‘‘So master says. Yet humans use me to heat their homes, and cook their foods, and fuel their machines, and my sunlight shows them way through day. Not to mention I’m already inside them.’‘ Warmth filled all life, and he was body heat, spark of energy that fueled and begot vitality.

‘‘You aren’t sure? How curious it must be, not to be aware of your role and nature. Why is it so? master tells me young mortals require looking after-something that brings us more trouble then it is worth, but he insists younglings need others to provide for them.’‘

[welliamholierthanthou]

“Oh, no, I meant…” Jeanne stopped, considered it. Was that… humor? It didn’t sound like it, but she found herself giggling at it still. Language was fun.

“… I did not realize you were all of these things,” she admitted. It did make sense, and it did make it hard to imagine how they could ask for consent first. Humanity would die without fire…

His words were cutting, more than they should have been. How curious indeed. She wouldn’t use that word; she’d say something like sad or pathetic instead. Oh, well. She was past all of that… wasn’t she?

“I’m not a… normal youngling, as your master would say. I… was taken in, by an adult, and he takes care of my physical needs, but I have a… an important mission. And he won’t, or… he can’t help me. So I’m… not looked after.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Oh? I didn’t understand. I apologize- figures of speech are not my forte.’‘ Mortals were too much trouble at best day with their speech, and when they got in symbols...

‘‘I’m all of them and more. I’m all that shines and burns, and all spirits of light and fire and Sun are pieces of me.’‘ he was Spirit of Fire, soul of warmth and heat. From him flames came and to him they returned.

‘‘Ah yes. Master says your kind requires emotional validation and care too. How tiring. Why doesn’t he provide it, as I assume he is mortal too?’‘ Mission. Huh. Must have been to get rid of master.

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t.

“I see,” Jeanne said quietly, not sure she agreed and not sure she was meant to. Maybe this was… something good, as well, to hear someone talk about themselves, not agree, and leave it at that. Maybe conversations were not wars to be won at all costs.

“I don’t think your permission is meaningless. I think they should ask, first, and respect your decision.”

His question… shook her, and she found herself a bit a a loss. Looked after? Marco did that… and he meant well, mostly, but… He was not really paying attention, was he? Or not to the things that mattered. He saw what he wanted to see, his perfect warrior child with no second thoughts or feelings, and he left it at that.

Maybe it would be different if she talked more…

“I… don’t think I really do, no.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘So you do. Your eyes work and I’m too shiny and big to miss.’‘ He said. Why would girl make him aware of that?

‘‘So master says. Yet humans use me to heat their homes, and cook their foods, and fuel their machines, and my sunlight shows them way through day. Not to mention I’m already inside them.’‘ Warmth filled all life, and he was body heat, spark of energy that fueled and begot vitality.

‘‘You aren’t sure? How curious it must be, not to be aware of your role and nature. Why is it so? master tells me young mortals require looking after-something that brings us more trouble then it is worth, but he insists younglings need others to provide for them.’‘

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t

“Well, I have no intention to harm you, and I don’t know who your master is, so I think we can coexist for a while,” Jeanne offered, her smile just a little bit nervous as she made for a seat. There was a huge tree whose roots were as large as chairs, and she drew out a large fabric napkin to sit on. Then she leaned back against the tree, closed her eyes, and sighed.

It was a little hard to relax when such a spirit towered nearby, but she was almost too tired to care. It was nice to be alone for a while… and the warm temperature of the place sure made her dowsy. “Thank you,” she whispered, almost too quietly to be heard.  

[loyalspiritofifre]

“Even if you had to, you could not hope to scratch me. And my master you know-everybody does. But we shall coexist, as I have coexisted with your kind since you first rose from my sister earth-not as violent though, I hope.” Wind was blowing softly, speaking things men couldn’t hear or understand. “Who are you thanking to?”

[welliamholierthanthou]

Blinking, Jeanne twisted around to look at the spirit again. It was… pretty confident, for a spirit. Then again, he did seem pretty powerful. Who could hope to tame such a being? Hopefully no one mean.

“Well… I suppose I was thanking you, for letting me stay, and…” She paused, thinking back of what she had just felt. “You also make this place somewhat… comfortable. It’s warm, and energizing. So thank you for that, too.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Thanking is good. I like thanking. Words are nice. Deeds and food are better though. How do you thank person for thanking?’‘ She had some manners, which was nice. Master was better of course. So many tasty, tasty souls.

‘‘ You shouldn’t thank me for that. That is what I do. What I am. What should fire do but be warm?’‘ And burn.

[welliamholierthanthou]

Jeanne tilted her head. “Fire can do… a lot of things, I think.” Like kill children. Melt a face. Destroy legs and hands and lives. Maybe she shouldn’t be… talking that much to a spirit so close to what her foe represented. She might get emotional. “But being warm is among the good things a spirit can do. So thank you.”

Forraging through her pockets, the young girl found the remnants of a small cake. It was a bit bruised, and it had been bitten into, but… She extended it towards the spirit, a thin smile on her face. “I… have this, if you’d like.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

“No, I can’t. I can do very few things. I burn. Shine. Spread. Everything else depends on how close you get to me.” They didn’t have lot of choices, elements. They had purpose and couldn’t deviate from it. “Thank you. No. Keep it. It is not for likes of me. Master keeps me well fed with what I need.”

[welliamholierthanthou]

A blink. “I… I see. I still think you can do a lot of things.” Fire could burn, yes, and hurt and kill and destroy. But fire could cleanse, too. Fire could light the way. Fire could give a form to metals. Welps, better not give too much thought to that last one. Too many metaphors about Hao being fire and she being iron.

“I don’t suppose you let many people get close,” she whispered, as her hand fell away, and the cake returned to her side. After a few moments, she began taking a small bite. “It’s good that you have someone to look after you, still.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Perhaps you are right, as you see it. Mortals care about reasons and consequences a lot in my experience. To things like me creation and destruction are same. Whether I scorch skin or cook food I still just burn.’‘ Mortals were obsessed with binaries. Making and ruining were the same process in different stages. To shape metal, fire first had to melt it’s previous form.

‘‘People love things that shine. Moths too. My permission is meaningless, no matter that I have no need of them all. ’‘ Men knew guilt. Spirit only knew that if one got too close they would burn.

‘‘My master cares well for me and my siblings. We are blessed for his charity.’‘ So many lived off nature, but gave back so little. Master wasn’t like that. He gave and listened and fought. ‘‘ Are you looked after?’‘

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t

“Well, I have no intention to harm you, and I don’t know who your master is, so I think we can coexist for a while,” Jeanne offered, her smile just a little bit nervous as she made for a seat. There was a huge tree whose roots were as large as chairs, and she drew out a large fabric napkin to sit on. Then she leaned back against the tree, closed her eyes, and sighed.

It was a little hard to relax when such a spirit towered nearby, but she was almost too tired to care. It was nice to be alone for a while… and the warm temperature of the place sure made her dowsy. “Thank you,” she whispered, almost too quietly to be heard.  

[loyalspiritofifre]

“Even if you had to, you could not hope to scratch me. And my master you know-everybody does. But we shall coexist, as I have coexisted with your kind since you first rose from my sister earth-not as violent though, I hope.” Wind was blowing softly, speaking things men couldn’t hear or understand. “Who are you thanking to?”

[welliamholierthanthou]

Blinking, Jeanne twisted around to look at the spirit again. It was… pretty confident, for a spirit. Then again, he did seem pretty powerful. Who could hope to tame such a being? Hopefully no one mean.

“Well… I suppose I was thanking you, for letting me stay, and…” She paused, thinking back of what she had just felt. “You also make this place somewhat… comfortable. It’s warm, and energizing. So thank you for that, too.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Thanking is good. I like thanking. Words are nice. Deeds and food are better though. How do you thank person for thanking?’‘ She had some manners, which was nice. Master was better of course. So many tasty, tasty souls.

‘‘ You shouldn’t thank me for that. That is what I do. What I am. What should fire do but be warm?’‘ And burn.

[welliamholierthanthou]

Jeanne tilted her head. “Fire can do… a lot of things, I think.” Like kill children. Melt a face. Destroy legs and hands and lives. Maybe she shouldn’t be… talking that much to a spirit so close to what her foe represented. She might get emotional. “But being warm is among the good things a spirit can do. So thank you.”

Forraging through her pockets, the young girl found the remnants of a small cake. It was a bit bruised, and it had been bitten into, but… She extended it towards the spirit, a thin smile on her face. “I… have this, if you’d like.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

"No, I can't. I can do very few things. I burn. Shine. Spread. Everything else depends on how close you get to me." They didn't have lot of choices, elements. They had purpose and couldn't deviate from it. "Thank you. No. Keep it. It is not for likes of me. Master keeps me well fed with what I need."

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t

“Well, I have no intention to harm you, and I don’t know who your master is, so I think we can coexist for a while,” Jeanne offered, her smile just a little bit nervous as she made for a seat. There was a huge tree whose roots were as large as chairs, and she drew out a large fabric napkin to sit on. Then she leaned back against the tree, closed her eyes, and sighed.

It was a little hard to relax when such a spirit towered nearby, but she was almost too tired to care. It was nice to be alone for a while… and the warm temperature of the place sure made her dowsy. “Thank you,” she whispered, almost too quietly to be heard.  

[loyalspiritofifre]

“Even if you had to, you could not hope to scratch me. And my master you know-everybody does. But we shall coexist, as I have coexisted with your kind since you first rose from my sister earth-not as violent though, I hope.” Wind was blowing softly, speaking things men couldn’t hear or understand. “Who are you thanking to?”

[welliamholierthanthou]

Blinking, Jeanne twisted around to look at the spirit again. It was… pretty confident, for a spirit. Then again, he did seem pretty powerful. Who could hope to tame such a being? Hopefully no one mean.

“Well… I suppose I was thanking you, for letting me stay, and…” She paused, thinking back of what she had just felt. “You also make this place somewhat… comfortable. It’s warm, and energizing. So thank you for that, too.”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘Thanking is good. I like thanking. Words are nice. Deeds and food are better though. How do you thank person for thanking?’‘ She had some manners, which was nice. Master was better of course. So many tasty, tasty souls.

‘‘ You shouldn’t thank me for that. That is what I do. What I am. What should fire do but be warm?’‘ And burn.

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

Con’t

“Well, I have no intention to harm you, and I don’t know who your master is, so I think we can coexist for a while,” Jeanne offered, her smile just a little bit nervous as she made for a seat. There was a huge tree whose roots were as large as chairs, and she drew out a large fabric napkin to sit on. Then she leaned back against the tree, closed her eyes, and sighed.

It was a little hard to relax when such a spirit towered nearby, but she was almost too tired to care. It was nice to be alone for a while… and the warm temperature of the place sure made her dowsy. “Thank you,” she whispered, almost too quietly to be heard.  

[loyalspiritofifre]

"Even if you had to, you could not hope to scratch me. And my master you know-everybody does. But we shall coexist, as I have coexisted with your kind since you first rose from my sister earth-not as violent though, I hope." Wind was blowing softly, speaking things men couldn't hear or understand. "Who are you thanking to?"

[loyalspiritofifre]

Melting point

[welliamholierthanthou]

con’t from here

Jeanne waited with baited breath. She still couldn’t locate the spirit, though she was now aware of how… brimming with tension the air was. And Shamash seemed to be nervous, too, which meant this spirit must be very strong. Apparently, it was without his master, though…

“I wouldn’t want… to bother you, then,” she said quietly, her stomach buzzing with a bad feeling. The way it snorted, as if to dwarf her even within her own mind… However, she wasn’t about to flee or force a confrontation. After all, this was just one spirit who was, in his own words, looking for peace. Who was she to disturb them? “But… I was trying to enjoy peace by coming here too. Can I stay, or do you want me to leave?”

[loyalspiritofifre]

"I don't think I have capacity to feel bothered, so it is moot point. Though you should know that wishing and happening are quite different things." Just what qualified for bothering? Annoyance? Irritation? Tiredness? He'd need to check.

"Well, this isn't my forest, nor do I hold dominion over you. You are free to stay here in peace and bask in beauty of my siblings wind and earth. Though, if you try to harm me or insult my master, I will melt your bones and consume your soul.<\p>

[shamaniism-blog]

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His master grew silent. Spirit of Fire waited. he…

Some of the previous kings were not much more than humans - they either abused their power for their own needs or failed to seize the necessary actions they knew in their hearts and minds. Human ignorance shut their senses to it. That was how Hao saw it. Few others, perhaps in some other lifetime he would have liked to meet under different circumstances. But wishful thinking such as that would get him nowhere here.

None were as powerful was what he was told. None were as determined as he. As much as he would have liked to find comfort in those words, it would be foolish to underestimate his opponents. Individually perhaps they stood no chance. But together - did they collectively hate Hao enough to join and work as a single unit? Though he mulled over his thoughts carefully, the Spirits words did not fall on deaf ears.

“Earth is a home of life, not just humans. It’s arrogant to believe otherwise. There are too many, that is the problem.” His expression became resolute. “Too many humans…and too many kings.” The rules of this Flower of Maize had already been tampered with. Word reached him quickly of the actions taken against his nephew within the Great Spirit itself. Playing fair and by the book had gotten Hao nowhere before so why continue to humor them? “Soon, I may require the services of both you and your siblings. There cannot be much I divulge to you, though I hope you will see my tasks through when the time comes.”

The void of white seemed momentarily unsteady, something uneasy seemed to be rising - there was little sign if this tremor could be an omen of bad or good. A look passed over the kings face. A familiar cold detachment he wore as he’d stare past his heinous crimes and onward towards the bright future he refused to let go of.

“You’ll eat your fill. Just like old times ~”

[loyalspiritofifre]

‘‘There must never be too much of anything. They grow and take and live and all others  struggle for right to choke on poison.’‘ He couldn’t remember when it started. When did they stop being another sane species and became war mongering monsters?

Maybe. yes, then...

‘‘Too many kings, yes. Few centuries pass and new one comes and wants more, wants another world and we suffer and then there is all that business with Flower of Maize.... '’ None of them understood why Great Spirits wanted to bond with mortal. What could they gain from it? Master was only one worthy, and even then he wouldn’t have became king if there was no need.

‘‘Rain says you aren’t like others in form. That your ascension was surprise. Miracle. They claim it may be sign of change.’‘  Rain was wisest of them, oldest in spirit, though each of them has existed as long as time.

‘‘Thank you master. We will be honored to fulfill your will. Even if there was no prize.. though I hope there will be enough for my siblings. You have been treating  me well for centuries, they have starved for thousands of years.’‘ In the end all souls came from nature. Mortal bodies were made of elements, nature spirits were pieces and aspects of their power, and demons were born from wicked thoughts.

‘‘I hope I can repay my sin this way, master. Thank you for giving me this chance.’‘

[yume-tsuki]

Hi! Could I request Shaman King, Spirit of Fire and Hao chilling out together (and maybe SOF acting like overprotective parent/gigglish lover/hyperactive puppy? Go wild). Thank you.

:D thanks for the request I drawed Patch Hao with lil SoF. He tries to protect him from a bug but he is totaly afraid  XD like Beelzebub (Manga)————————————————-;3 I read an other request and found the idea so cute that I drawed it on the top of the paper, it’S a silly Cor with a lil Prompto. (maybe I finish this one day)