Post by Yokose Hoshiryo on Apr 12, 2011 17:37:00 GMT -5
Winged Notes… |Thousand Crow Prince
The Wind. The rush of air. Torrents of the chopped breezes fluttered rapidly past him as he split through the cool air. Yokose’s massive obsidian wings, so dark it seemed that the tips of the feathers were bleeding into the night sky, but sparkling with dusts of rubies. For they were rhythmically beating the darkened air. The wind tore at his long raven black hair and the fold of his white hakama, both whipping wildly as he flew over the sands. Yokose’s crimson eyes scanned over the sea of the ivory dust, seemingly endless in every direction. His eyes traveled to the bleak sky, the dreary grey clouds limping along…only the bright everfull moon of Hueco Mundo, to offer an awe-inspiring attraction to the otherwise desert-ladden place. The pale moonlight laid across Yokose bare chest like a sheet, no matter how fast he flew, the cover of the light stayed snug on his flesh. His skin seemed to soak of the pool of light, illuminating it with a faint glow. Yokose came to a slow halt in the middle of the air. His eyelids closed and his chest swelled, taking in the crisp air billowing around him. He proceeds to slowly exhale, and graciously fill his lungs with another does cool relief.
Yokose enjoyed taking these breaks, more often these days. A break from Sogestu and his schemes. A break from the Arrancars. A break from Soul Reapers. A break from his normal life as a school student. Although he couldn’t take a break from the thing he truly wanted a break from. Himself. Yokose let a sigh escape his lips, knowing it was useless trying to escape all of his troubles. Especially one of them happening to be yourself. A small growl bubbled up his throat, determined to not think such thoughts. He was here to relax, not to burden himself again. Yokose’s ebony wings fully expanded again and pushed against the air once more, taking him soaring upwards. Finding a nice stroke pattern, he carried himself slowly back to the domes of Las Noches. He needed to hear some music. And he knew just the place to make it.
Yokose came upon the fortress, the Angel circling the series of domes. His ruby eyes peering through the dark haze of nightfall, gazing on each structure. Finally, his pupils rested on a single spot, a small smile creeping on his lips. He swiftly descended upon a rooftop balcony, landing gracefully upon the pearl tiles. Yokose nightly shaded hair fell back down around him and his raven-black wings folded snugly against his back. He strolled across the rooftop of a large pillar-structure, no doubt in the Cuarto-Espada’s domain. Meeting him was a large ivory white, grand piano; nestled in the center of the spacious rooftop, aways from the doors to the building. Yokose gently ran his fingertips of the smooth finish of the polish, trailing down to carved ivory keys, matching with the ebony black keys. Arekussu sure knew how to pick them… Yokose remember fondly to himself of the music-craved Arrancar that used to play all kinds of music around these halls. He even thought that is was Arekussu himself that placed this piano in this location, away from the meddling ears of Sogestu. Yokose himself had just so happened to stumble across the location a few weeks ago, when he was, coincidentally flying around. He was not sure how many others knew of the spot, being located directly in the Cuarto Espada domain. Surely some of his fraccion had become slightly nosy and maybe had poked around and came across this sight. Whoever it was, Yokose reasoned, had a heart for music, for the piano was still in mint-condition as the dark winged being took the seat.
Ah, music…the words of Angels to man. The praise from angels to God. Even Lucifer himself was noted as the most beautiful musician in heaven, his angelic lulls reserved for the Most on High. Yokose cracked a smile to himself as he ran his fingers over the key, a perfect C major scale wafting through the air, determining this had something to do with being able to play the piano. His notes softened as he began to play something totally different. A light and airy melody, filled with fluffy high notes and warm chords progressing lower and spontaneously jumping back up once more. He continued his playful meldoy, smoothing it out in a long sustained chords shifting into lower octaves. The sounds reverberated with low tenor, beating the air with its own wings of power.
Yokose soon let his song drift off, feeling another presence upon him. The music died out, and he turn his head around, letting his wings shift behind him. "Well, its not nice to sneak up and spy..."
The Wind. The rush of air. Torrents of the chopped breezes fluttered rapidly past him as he split through the cool air. Yokose’s massive obsidian wings, so dark it seemed that the tips of the feathers were bleeding into the night sky, but sparkling with dusts of rubies. For they were rhythmically beating the darkened air. The wind tore at his long raven black hair and the fold of his white hakama, both whipping wildly as he flew over the sands. Yokose’s crimson eyes scanned over the sea of the ivory dust, seemingly endless in every direction. His eyes traveled to the bleak sky, the dreary grey clouds limping along…only the bright everfull moon of Hueco Mundo, to offer an awe-inspiring attraction to the otherwise desert-ladden place. The pale moonlight laid across Yokose bare chest like a sheet, no matter how fast he flew, the cover of the light stayed snug on his flesh. His skin seemed to soak of the pool of light, illuminating it with a faint glow. Yokose came to a slow halt in the middle of the air. His eyelids closed and his chest swelled, taking in the crisp air billowing around him. He proceeds to slowly exhale, and graciously fill his lungs with another does cool relief.
Yokose enjoyed taking these breaks, more often these days. A break from Sogestu and his schemes. A break from the Arrancars. A break from Soul Reapers. A break from his normal life as a school student. Although he couldn’t take a break from the thing he truly wanted a break from. Himself. Yokose let a sigh escape his lips, knowing it was useless trying to escape all of his troubles. Especially one of them happening to be yourself. A small growl bubbled up his throat, determined to not think such thoughts. He was here to relax, not to burden himself again. Yokose’s ebony wings fully expanded again and pushed against the air once more, taking him soaring upwards. Finding a nice stroke pattern, he carried himself slowly back to the domes of Las Noches. He needed to hear some music. And he knew just the place to make it.
Yokose came upon the fortress, the Angel circling the series of domes. His ruby eyes peering through the dark haze of nightfall, gazing on each structure. Finally, his pupils rested on a single spot, a small smile creeping on his lips. He swiftly descended upon a rooftop balcony, landing gracefully upon the pearl tiles. Yokose nightly shaded hair fell back down around him and his raven-black wings folded snugly against his back. He strolled across the rooftop of a large pillar-structure, no doubt in the Cuarto-Espada’s domain. Meeting him was a large ivory white, grand piano; nestled in the center of the spacious rooftop, aways from the doors to the building. Yokose gently ran his fingertips of the smooth finish of the polish, trailing down to carved ivory keys, matching with the ebony black keys. Arekussu sure knew how to pick them… Yokose remember fondly to himself of the music-craved Arrancar that used to play all kinds of music around these halls. He even thought that is was Arekussu himself that placed this piano in this location, away from the meddling ears of Sogestu. Yokose himself had just so happened to stumble across the location a few weeks ago, when he was, coincidentally flying around. He was not sure how many others knew of the spot, being located directly in the Cuarto Espada domain. Surely some of his fraccion had become slightly nosy and maybe had poked around and came across this sight. Whoever it was, Yokose reasoned, had a heart for music, for the piano was still in mint-condition as the dark winged being took the seat.
Ah, music…the words of Angels to man. The praise from angels to God. Even Lucifer himself was noted as the most beautiful musician in heaven, his angelic lulls reserved for the Most on High. Yokose cracked a smile to himself as he ran his fingers over the key, a perfect C major scale wafting through the air, determining this had something to do with being able to play the piano. His notes softened as he began to play something totally different. A light and airy melody, filled with fluffy high notes and warm chords progressing lower and spontaneously jumping back up once more. He continued his playful meldoy, smoothing it out in a long sustained chords shifting into lower octaves. The sounds reverberated with low tenor, beating the air with its own wings of power.
Yokose soon let his song drift off, feeling another presence upon him. The music died out, and he turn his head around, letting his wings shift behind him. "Well, its not nice to sneak up and spy..."