IC: Ishtar and Duzell

[sanguine_corruptio_lamia]

[ who ] Ishtar and Duzell
[ where ] Random field; Rakuen setting
[ when ] Post-creeper kiss
[ rating ] PG for now
[ warnings ] Duzell being an imp?


He didn’t know who was the mastermind idiot behind bringing all these people here to this world, but clearly, the end goal was to piss him off.

There were too many people to get back at, but he had a good amount of time. He was supposed to be an instructor, but usually blew it off. He would much rather earn raks through fighting than pretend to have patience with a group of misfit lowlifes.

While one of his most annoying adversaries was asleep against a tree, the kyawl darted up to a branch, and crept toward the beehive dangling from the bottom. Once he was close enough, he stretched out a paw and started batting at it, purposely aggravating the bees inside. The beehive was conveniently positioned over the head of the little wiseass sleeping below. He shouldn’t have been slacking off, so Duzell was just helping him wake up, really.

Who was going to blame an innocent cat for being curious?

Comments

[xroyal_bratx]

Ishtar already felt shitty thanks to her first loss. She wasn't a fighter and to have a good weapon and no fighting skills on the battlefield was nothing short of pathetic. Ishtar sighed running a hand through her long hair. This was going to be tougher than she had originally thought

She disliked fighting and fighting only made her even more tired. She wasn't cut out for it but she would be willing to try until she couldn't try anymore. Ishtar rolled over the bed before finally shoving the sheets off and pulling on some simple clothes before she strolled her way into the field. It was a nice calming place for her once in a while. She continued to silently walked along the path wondering what her vampire was up to.

The vampire turned cat seemed to be having a lot of fun in her absence. She hadn't spotted him in the tree yet.