So this is a log of my adventures in Sylestia in literature form, with main focus on the relationship between Azure Blaze and Sunset Shadow.
Think of it less as an autobiography and more as a love story.
I update parts as I please, as much of it as I please. There will definitely be incomplete chapters.
Chapter 1
How not to start a romance story
A bright blue zolnixi pranced through Esior's field. A complex, geometric pattern spread across his fur, and a bright orange magical aura surrounded him. His eyes burned- mind you, not with rage, nor with conjunctivitis, but with a sort of passion, one which is rarely found not in the eyes of one with youth to spare. The zolnixi did indeed fall under that categry; he was, what, like five days past hatchling status.
This zolnixi was none other than Azure Blaze.
He relished many moments in the field. He was a fiesty young fellow, always playing around the area, getting into playful fights with the wild sylesties. He was both intelligent and agile; a combo you see very sparsely in hoomans. Occasionally, he would gouge out the eyes of a passerby bandit, leaving him or her to literally run around blindly. "Good one," a hooman in an orange shirt would call out to him. Little was known about him, but he's a hooman, so he's not exactly relevant.
Wanting to re-live one particular moment, he walked out Esior's Haven and turned left. Somewhere here was the time the hooman found an egg lying around. "It's abandoned, I can tell, no trace of the mother's smell," Azure told him. Wrapping it with a blanket, the hooman picked the egg up. Azure wagged his tail in excitement- finally, sooner or later, he'd have sylesti-to-sylesti interaction.
Turning right, he spotted the supply cart he helped bring one time, carrying crops he remembered from the field he helped planted seeds just the other day. he remembers the sweet taste of one of the fruits he snuck into his belly- what was it called again? Juniper? Grape? Oddly enough he couldn't recall, contrasting his exceptional performance in the task.
Making one more turn to the right, he noticed the hooman was running somewhere. He, however, for all his 69 intelligence score or something, was clueless. But at last, they made it to where the hooman was looking.
There, he saw something he never saw before.
A zolnixi, a female zolnixi, in a trap.
He's seen zolnixis before, yes, but this one, in his eyes, seemed absolutely pitiful. Covered in bruises and cuts, presumably from wild sylesties, one leg seemed barely functional, and to top it off she got pierced by the snare trap's tranquilizer-soaked barbs. It was a pitiful sight to behold, and Azure was on the verge of tears.
"Will you look at that, such a pitiful sight to behold," the hooman said, as if stealing the thought from the blue zolnixi's head. Azure could do little but nod. "Let's bring her to the stables, she probably needs time to recover," he remarked, fishing a restoration elixir from the hooman's bag.
And that, my friend, is how not to start a romance story; beat around the bush, cram self-deprecation and sarcasm in it, and only introduce the love interest at the end of the first chapter.
Chapter 2
Azure skies fade into violet sunsets
"She's a beaut, isn't she?" The hooman told Azure. A bright blue sky rests above them, free of clouds. He didn't notice; he was preoccupied with appreciating her beauty. After the trapped zolnixi healed fully, she had his eye.
The hooman, noticing, said "Once you two are old enough, I forsee wonderful children," with a smirk.
Azure couldn't help but blush.
She had crimson/vermillion/whatever the proper term is, I implore of the ladies who know so much of colour, with markings as purple as this paragraph. She captivates Azure Blaze like a bee to a flower; Azure is the beholder, and she was in his eye.
And from the moment her pale lavender eyes landed on Azure, the feeling was reciprocated, and she knew she wanted him.
Not.
"OH FOR FOX'S SAKE!" she exclaimed, rising with a jolt.
"Where.... am I?"
Azure Blaze just looked at her. The hooman walked away slowly and got a notebook out.
Just so you know, the notebook had "shipfics" on the cover.
The female zolnixi rushed to the hooman, almost ready to strike at a moment's notice. "You set the trap, didn't you!?" A fire was in her eyes, contrasting Azure's passionate flame with her own angry one. Her voice was filled with the same flame, coming out like raindrops from a cloud. She angrily ranted, barely stopping to breathe.
This pretty much kept going on for a couple of minutes, then the hooman scratched the zolnixi behind the ear.
And what came out of her mouth was something along the lines of
"...if you didn't, then I would-... have... oh... y-yes master, keep going~"
This fanfic then grows an eye that can see your thoughts, and then grows a hand and slaps you if you thought something dirty.
Naughty boy/girl/whatever.
Anyway, the hooman stopped. He gestured a call to Azure, and Azure came.
"Sunset Shadow, this is Azure Blaze. Azure Blaze, Sunset Shadow." The hooman's introductions were near unnescessary, but what better time to introduce the name of a character that never had a personality until now than now?
"Pleasure to meet you," Sunset Shadow said. If her fur wasn't quite such a reddish hue, Azure would have noticed the faint pink on her cheeks, and the plot would have been ruined.
"I'll be hanging out with a friend of mine. You two get to know each other, ok? Wonder how your babies are gonna look."
Sunset Shadow started ranging again.
Azure scratched Sunset softly, and she started panting and wagging her tail like a dog.
Chapter 3
From darkness a light will emerge
Sunset leapt into the air with a tumble. An arrow nearly grazed her tail, but her nimble, agile body would not have it be so.
Azure looked at her from over a fence, a few tomato seeds in his paw.
Earlier that day, the hooman sugested that the two of them go on a few missions together. So off to the barracks they went.
I guess the dismay in the hooman's eyes was great when the sheriff said that two sylesties can't take a mission together.
"But hey, nothing's stopping Target Practice from taking place beside Planting Seeds," the sheriff told him, thus re-igniting the cheer in the hooman's eyes.
He turned to his sylesties, who looked at him and responded with a nod.
"All set then. Let's do this." |
