Cold Resting

[azami]

"Oh I'm always ready," she said, letting the last word flow from her mouth like the wind. Which suddenly seemed to pick up for a moment, the snow flurrying, "Besides I wouldn't want you to, I want to to be as hard and fast as you would be with anyone else." Her choice of words had made her smile inwardly. Note that this was Azami's way, when she flirted, it was purely lustful, and filled with sexual inuendo. Azami then curled up beside Tsuyoshi, deciding this was as good a place as any to stay the night. Besides, she liked this man too, he actually seemed less idiotic than every other human male on the planet...she knew there was a reason she hadn't stayed transformed and run away with the demons.

[Nanzou Ishida]

Ishida chuckled as he heard the girl's remark, "You like a good battle, don't you? Just like me, heh heh." Ishida said, now he was about to do something that he wouldn't do easily, "Hey girl, what is your name?" Ishida asked.

Ishida never asked for anyone's name for quite awhile. He just waited for people to tell him their name, then he would respond with telling him his own name, at least he didn't ask for their name.

[azami]

"Tsukiku, Azami." She said, the name meant “Moon Child”, "Thistle flower" respectively. And was a perfect definition of both sides of Azami's personality. "And yes I do," she replied, "Though I do enjoy a good old fashion massacre sometimes- as long as I have good reason to do so." She recalled the time when the theives had taken her sword....

“The moon is rising, Azami.” said Tsuyoshi, golden eyes gazing up at the luminous orb in the sky.

“Good,” she said, standing. “it's about time he showed his face.” her voice held a low growl. Tsuyoshi kept silent. Adjusting his wings as he looked back at her. She walked up beside him and crouched studying the road below, where a small caravan of thieves was traveling quietly. Azami's face twisted into a sinister almost-inhuman scowl. “No one steals from me!” She stood and jumped atop Tsuyoshi and he leaped from their perch, sailing down to land before the caravan. Tsuyoshi gazed at the figures, and snorted, tiny flames shooting from his nostrils. His eyes glistening with a beautiful demon luster, that instilled fear into the thieves, causing them to stop in their tracks.

Azami climbed down from his back and stood before them, glaring darkly at their leader.

“You.” she said, voice filled with a chilling hate.

“What business do you have here Demon Rider,? We have no quarrel with you.” said one of the men.

“Enough talk!” she shouted. “You have something of mine, and I've come to take it!” As the last words left her mouth she quickly formed the seals, “Shunshin no Jutsu!” she called and seemingly disappeared, moving so quickly she could not be seen. As she raced among them her head filled with a dark thought, her anger so full, she couldn't help but laugh as she formed the 44 seals to make her next jutsu as she jumped into the sky.
“Suiton: Suiryudan no Jutsu!” And from her hands an enormous serpentine water dragon emerged' hurtling toward the caravan. The thieves tried to run, save themselves, survive, but it was in vain. The dragon crashed though them tearing apart their carts and killing most of them.

Tsuyoshi examined the wreckage,

“It's not here.” he called to her.

Her scowl deepened and she noticed the leader of the gang scrambling away with her precious sword tied to his back.

“You won't escape you little coward!” She said, darting after him. She used her first technique again, moving so fast she surprised him when she stopped in front of him from seemingly no where.

“Please, please!” said the man, “take your sword, just don't hurt me!” He was at her feet, offering the sword to her, eyes filled with tears of fear, “You must understand! We're just trying to survive, we steal to live, please understand!” He bowed and stayed on the ground as she took the sword.

She examined the blade, and glared down at him coldly.

“Your trials are not of my concern,” she said, voice icy. The man looked up at her fearfully.

“Please, forgive us.” he said.

“Don't talk to me like I'm some god!” she said, “You worthless, cowardly sack of entrails! How dare you! If you are so afraid then you shouldn't have stolen from me!” her last word was emphasized as she wielded her sword and decapitated the man in one smooth blow. “That'll teach you you worthless scum,” she said to the corpse.

“You must learn to control your temper,” came Tsuyoshi's calm voice.

“What?” she asked her tone suddenly light and pulling a rag from her things to clean her blade, “He took my sword.” she smiled smugly at the dead before her and tossed the bloodied rag upon him. Then, placing the sword back in it's sheath at her hip, mounted Tsuyoshi. “Let's go. Their stench is sickening.”

Her own light chuckle at the memory brought her back to reality. "And your name? Unless you'd rather I keep calling you pretty boy." She smiled at him, and then her gaze returned to the sky.

[Nanzou Ishida]

"Oooo, bloodlust. Don't see that in many girls, but I like it." Ishida said as he got a new perspective on this girl. His view on her changed so quickly that Jounin would be jealous of it's speed.

"Massacre, eh? Can't say I enjoy them, the prey is always weak to get a thrill fighting." Ishida complained, he didn't like to kill weaklings mindlessly, wasn't worth the time.

[azami]

"Like I said," she began, noticing he had ignored her name question entirley, "I only enjoy that when I have good reason." like the time the theives had stolen her sword...maybe she had overreacted...a little...but she had a temper that could rival the most powerful jounin alone. She smiled, he liked her bloodlust, "Mmnn, so, pretty boy, you really expected me, Azami the demon rider to be like other girls?" she ajusted herself into the most unladylike, but comfortable positions she could manage, "I may as well be a demon myself, I'm suprised you haven't heard of me."

[Nanzou Ishida]

"I didn't hear any stories about any demon riders, sorry." Ishida mocked on the sorry part. "And by the way, I am Nanzou Ishida." Ishida introduced himself as the many rare times he does, "I come from the place formerly known as The Land of Snow, now call Spring..." Ishida said as he said Spring vemonly, Ishida hated his country's commanding rulers, they turned their once powerful country into a tourist attraction!

Ishida hated that fact to his bones, he will show that Snow ninjas aren't part of a dumb attraction, but are the most power ninjas in the entire world! "So Miss Massacre, were are you from?" Ishida asked, jokenly on the 'Miss Massacre' part.

[azami]

She took in a breath, "Nanzou...Ishida..." she tested his name "heh, heh, me? Stranger, you don't need to know where I'm from. That place is nothing but a soggy dump and I'm never going back. Besides I always had a thing for fire," she gestured to the smoke coming from Tsuyoshi's nostrils as he slept. She had wrung the Village of the Mist dry and squeezed every jutsu she could from it and left. Little did she know she'd become bonded with a demon shortly after, but nothing but good came from that (at least from Azami's point of veiw). She mused a moment on her nickname...Miss Massacre...heh suited her, but it wasn't something she'd brag about.

This guy was intriguing her more and more. Cold hearted, determined, a fighter, just like her. She couldn't wait until he was well and could fight. For once she mused that maybe it wouldn't matter if she won or lost, fighting someone like him would not be dissapointing either way.

[Nanzou Ishida]

"Ah, So your Village was a dissapointment too?" Ishida asked. "My Village was disgraced as soon as soon as they decided to turn the entire Country into a tourist attraction." sneered Ishida as he remembered seeing all the tourist walking around in town and how they covered the street like flith.

"Sooner or later, they are going to regret it. Because a another nation is going to attack, and there is going to be no protection." Ishida predicted. "And that's when I'm going to show them why Snow Jutsus are the most efficent out of the others." Ishida proclaimed, that was his dream to show the world the power and supiriority of Snow jutsus!

[azami]

She smirked at his statement. "Most efficient?" her thoughts jumped to earlier, "That may or not be true, but I'd like to see you fight Orochimaru, you did know he's back right?" she cooed mockingly, "I'm good, but I've got to say he's pretty powerful. If your snow is so great then he should be no problem, right?" he smiled at him, mockingly again. Watching for a reaction to the news and challenge she had given him.

Azami thought a moment on why she didn't fight Orochimaru herself...well her instincts told her he was too powerful and death lingered there. A wolf would not fight a grizzly bear alone. She wasn't afriad, but was smarter than her pride to go doing something stupid. She came bck to the present, "Hm, and I can't wait to see these 'superior jutsus' of yours. You're quite a lot of talk pretty boy, I hope it doesn't fall through in the end; seeing as how your injured and all, heh, heh. Did your jutsu's protect you then?"

[Nanzou Ishida]

Ishida Eyes wided when he heard the name of Orochimaru, The Legendary Snake Sannin of Leaf. Ishida heard of Orochimaru's exploits even in his Country to the North. And personaly, Ishida was impressed, yet frighten of Orochimaru, The man who killed two Kages, the Fourth Kazekage, and Third Hokage. Ishida blocked his wearyness of Orochimaru with a chuckle, "Although that would show the world the power of Snow jutsus, It wouldn't matter if I got killed." Ishida explained.

"As for my Jutsus, I shall show you at anytime that I can beat you and your wolfy friend." Ishida boasted, he thought he could take them on even in his condition.

[azami]

"I told you, pretty boy, I'll fight you when you're at your best." She thought a moment of her father, and how she had learned his medical healing jutsus. Perhaps if he allowed she could...no...he could heal on his own. Azami was not the type to be so nice as to heal a man just to fight him again. It was then she rolled over, bare back facing him, "Goodnight, pretty boy." she sighed, and closed her eyes. Perhaps tomorrow he would be healed. Perhaps, then they could fight. In the morning, fresh and new.

[Nanzou Ishida]

"Nighty-night, Homicidel Babe." Ishida said as he laided in snow for sleep. As he laid there, Ishida could feel the snowflakes falling on his nose and melting, he could only wait and hope that he felt better in the morning so he could fight his little 'friend'.

[azami]

Morning came slowly and Azami awoke before dawn even broke the horizon. Tsuyoshi was awake as well, surveying the clearing. The snow was still falling steadily and she gazed at the seemingly asleep compainion, flashing a fleeting smile at the back of his head. Perhaps now he was ready?

[Nanzou Ishida]

Ishida opened his eyes as he found himself on his side facing away from his soon-to-be 'battle buddy.' Quickly he went on his back and then did a kickflip and landed on his feet. Pulling himself up, Ishida checked to see if his body was alright. Few slight pain here and there, other than that, he was ready to go!

"Okay then beautiful, I'm ready what about you?" Ishida asked as he pointed a finger towards her and her wolf!

[azami]

With a seductive smile she appraoched him, clearly without intention of harming him , placing a finger beneath his chin,

"I already told you," she said, her demon eyes on his, "I'm always ready." With that she jumped back and landed upon Tsuyoshi who took to flight, firing a wall of flame at Ishida, and disappearing into the clouds. Fire and ice, what a fight this would be.