Ten Fingers [Open to all Li-Fen)

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Yes. A half-forgotten rhyme from her youth. It didn’t matter that Shaye could barely recall the tune, could not recall its origins. Such things were for children and Shaye was no child. She wasn’t even a human woman. No, she was a goddess calling her loyal servants to her. And they would come.

They would come.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE= text-align: right; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; width: 350px;] MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY[/style][/center]

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It was a surprise to get the letter in the middle of his training, and one from his Empress no less.

Junjing was outside at the time, going through kata's of martial art moves ranging from completely simple to amazingly complex when he heard a piercing cry. At first he had assumed it was from the Care of Magical Creatures section of the school, but was surprised when a shadow flew over head and promptly landed soon after.

The Griffin didn't strike him as special until he noticed the envelope in its mouth...and it all clicked from there. There was only one that he was aware of that would have a Griffin deliver a message. His Empress no doubt. Approaching the beast -who he never really got along with, he had no idea why, the Griffin just seemed to have a boiling hatred for him- he took the envelope (after a small scuffle) and it was gone after its duty was done. The three sakura blossoms stuck out on the otherwise white envelope and he opened it easily enough to retrieve the letter within.

It was written in Mandarin mixed with Cantonese so it was sometimes confusing but otherwise it was direct and simple. To go to the shrieking shack. He burned the letter soon afterwards, though he was tempted to keep it- it was from his Empress after all, and quickly headed back to his dorm to change into his more traditional robes. He missed wearing his Chinese clothing he didn't really care all that much for the new 'modern' clothes as it were.

A tight black shirt that ended before his shoulders allowing no loss of flexibility but clung to his muscles showing off just how fit he was, black gloves that ended on his bicep, white hakama pants that were enclosed at the bottom with yellow tape. He wore simple black Chinese shoes to complete it, before leaving he pulled on a trench like coat before leaving the school, tying his headband on as he did so.

Approaching the Whomping Willow he broke into a sprint, entering the secret passage in record timing, and making short work of getting to the Shack.

With a sigh as he entered he dusted himself off, opening his jacket and leaving it so, before looking to where is Empress was. Finding her, it was a shack after all their weren't that many rooms, he approached her, his face blank despite his fast pacing heart. She looked even more beautiful then when he last saw her. Easily the most beautiful person he has ever seen, and by the Gods he would love to have her. But that was a fleeting wish, a Tiger cannot touch one such as the Empress, no matter what his desires. Keeping a respectful distance, he lowered himself to one knee, bowing his head, his arm rising to cross over his chest, letting his hand rest over his heart. “My Empress.”

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The sound didn’t particularly bother Shaye. But it did deafen her. Her training as empress was every bit as extensive and almost as cruel as the training that the warriors who served her received. Even though her training, both harsh and exhausting, had strongly focused upon magic, Shaye had still learned martial arts and had had her very body transformed into a weapon. She knew how to pick up another’s presence, a skill that came as naturally to her subconscious as remembering how to breathe. Her ears were constantly alert, her eyes ever watchful, her skin sensitive to vibrations that might bounce off any surface around her, betraying the presence of someone who might have preferred to remain unknown to her otherwise. And yet, the storm played tricks upon her senses. It was almost impossible to identify sounds of life beneath that insistent howling, and with each gust the shack trembled, as if it were some living breathing thing. And that unbearable chill ate away at her resolve until a large part of Shaye just wanted to bury herself in her fur and silks and sleep for hours, or at least until the sun returned. After all, the filth of the world could not reach Shaye within her dreams. It was her beloved Griffin that alerted Shaye to another’s presence. The beast, so calm and placid under Shaye’s gentle touch a moment ago, without warning, released a growl unlike any natural beast could make. A dark vibration, aggressive and hostile, that rose up from deep within the Griffin and echoed throughout its large muscled form. Shaye wasn’t afraid. The Griffin would never intend harm on her, just as she could never harm him. And when the winged beast abruptly moved to his feet, in a single graceful motion, Shaye did not fall gracelessly to the icy timbre floor. Muscles braced themselves, her arms baring her weight and Shaye froze in a sitting position, a second after the Griffin stalked across the room to snarl aggressively at whoever had disturbed them. Adjusting her weight slightly, Shaye turned, so as to see their new guest. He was handsome. Sinful and deliciously so. Draped in the fashion of their home country, Shaye could still identify hard muscle beneath the cloth, even with the dull lighting within the room. Pure white hair fell long and uniquely down his spine, and Shaye wondered how soft that hair would feel, tangled tightly around her slender fingers. She wondered just what coloured eyes he possessed. The common dark brown or coal black that most of her warriors possessed? Or would they be as strikingly blue as her own? Impossible to tell, at least for the moment. For his face was lowered and hidden from her out of respect, as all loyal warriors presented themselves to her. ”Hush, Pet,” Shaye spoke softly to her unhappy familiar, her words halting the beast as it had raised a wicked talon, acting to slash that appealing form. The Griffin’s malice didn’t surprise Shaye. The lion-beast commonly hated all but her. Just as Shaye tended to care only for him. Holding one ivory hand out toward him, Shaye hummed another line of her barely remembered childhood tune, the sound a mere whisper against the horrid weather that rattled the poor excuse of a house. Yet the Griffin heard her effortlessly and, with a final enraged hiss aimed at the fair-haired warrior and a warning snap of his sharp beak, he returned to Shaye’s side. Eager for the feel of Shaye’s fingers trailing through his feathers, along his dark furry back. ”Rise,”. That soft husky voice spoke for the warrior then. Blue eyes taking in every inch that was available for Shaye to see, her curiosity aroused despite herself. In the weeks that Shaye had left Asia this boy – no, this man, was the first thing of beauty that she had seen. It was a relief, so sharp that it quickened the young empress’ breath a pace. As if Shaye had been forced to stare constantly into a cruel source of bright light and only now had a soothing shadow fallen over her, relieving her of her discomfort. And yet that rising darkness within Shaye only spread further. Warming her chilled blood, drying her throat. It was a hunger. A need. ”Show me your face,”. Yes. Shaye wanted to see the colour of that gaze. It was a hunger. A need.[/style]

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He ignored the Griffin, if he had it his way, he would fight the damn beast. Rip off its wings in the most painful manner possible before breaking even bone in its tail and finally slitting the beasts throat so that it died in the manner of its own heart pumping out all of the blood.

It was just lucky that it was his Empress' beloved pet, otherwise he would easily rise to the challenge that the Griffin was giving him. But like most he's heard the rumors, how the Empress beheaded another for simply daring to touch her Griffin, killing it would grant a fate much worse then death with her, and as much as he hated that Griffin, he loved his Empress more. So he ignored all its hissing and kept himself perfectly still as he kneel before her.

Hearing her voice asking him to rise surprised him, but he none the less obeyed. Coiled muscles shifted as he rose onto his feet, he kept his head lowered out of respect for the woman before him. Strange at how just gazing at the feet was something to make his heart pump faster. He wasn't even sure where this affection he had from her came from. When he was five, she was already on her training to be a leader, he remembered his Sifu regarding her with fondness even though he was twice her age.

”She is a goddess amongst mortals.”

Golden eyes blinked up at the man across the fire from him, his small arms all the way inside of buck, their dinner for that night. Even at his young age of five, he knew that the old man was placing the Empress on a high pedestal for the soul fact that she was the Empress. He didn't understand what was so great, he had killed numerous of people as well, he didn't understand what made her so special out of everyone.

Turning back to gutting the deer he decided to ignore the old man's rambling while promising himself that he would never be like him when he grew up. There was a guffaw as a hand smacked his head, “Well, well, looks like the little tiger doesn't believe me, no surprise there, guess I'll have to show you.” Despite the pain now echoing throughout his head he sent the man a glare, “I'd rather train.” But was ignored.

Junjing rolled his eyes knowing he couldn't fight the old man about it. The next few minutes passed in silence before the older male pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time and nodded his head, “Whelp, come on, if you want to see her we should head now.” He said before grabbing Junjing by the scruff of his shirt and carrying him.

Flailing his arms he growled and hissed at the treatment for a good five minutes, before crossing his arms over his chest and pouting as he was carried.

He blinked as he was placed down, looking over to his teacher who just grinned and pointed upwards. Confused he did and his eyes widened at the girl just a few years older then himself. She was in a kimono as she walked over across the bridge with numerous of guards in front and behind her.

“That's our Empress.” He heard the old man say, but he was focused on the her, “You will be her warrior little tiger, her secret weapon.”

And Junjing didn't seem to mind that thought as badly now

Standing before her now, years later. It was an honor after admiring her for so many years.

He almost jerked at her second command. His face? Why would she wish to see it? But she was the Empress, so he raised his head, his eyes taking in her form before her face. His breath caught at the beautiful features and piercing blue eyes which he could easily stare at for hours but he dragged his gaze away and focused on a point over her head.

He did not have permission to gaze upon her nor speak.

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Hearing the Griffin cry out brought more pleasure to him than it should've, but he really couldn't help but feel smug. He was surprised that the Empress had been the one to inflict pain on her beloved Griffin, but either way he couldn't help feel pleased. Karma was all he could think of.

As the Empress nuzzled the beast, her eyes off him, he looked at the Griffin and parted his lips into a snarl, making sure to bare his fangs as his pupils slit. Growl and hiss at him, fine, but Junjing was not going to simply take it. The only reason he hadn't retaliated was the simple fact that the woman he admired and was meant to protect was keeping him as an pet.

By the time she had let go of the Griffin, Junjing's face was blank once more and staring out the window, though his eyes remained slit, nothing much he could really help from that though, it was an unconscious action, much like his growling or snarling when he was angry, displaying more animalistic traits then human ones.

He listened to the fading steps of the Griffin, still with a smug feeling swelling within him.

The rustling of clothing though, distracted him from that and he focused back on the window, only taking in the Empress' form in his peripheral vision. He suppressed a shudder at hearing her voice, beautiful was the only way to describe it, low and husky, still feminine, but incredibly soothing to his ears. Made him curious on what it would sound like to have her moan, or even scream—he quickly tore himself away from those thoughts. They were not appropriate for the time being.

Truth be told, Junjing was a little shocked, his name? Why would she desire it? Then again that fell under the category on why should she care on what his facial appearance was. True compared to most in the Li-Fen family he was rather odd. By Asian descent he shouldn't even have the muscular frame he has now, most are slim and compact with muscle, their size easily fooling others on their true strength. He was much more buff then most in his family, but even then it was his body frame, not his face.

“Junjing, my Empress.” He answered, his voice rumbling out. Being so close to her was distracting...he wanted to take in her scent and just purr in contentment.

It was amazing on the sort of control she had over him even though they had yet to meet face to face properly until now.

Of course Lin had been curious has to what exactly brought the Empress to this country but she hadn't been in all that much of a hurry. She had received the summons from her Griffin some time ago but again she was in no hurry. She wasn't about to piss off the empress though so she was going as fast as she could. She had actually went off to find Mei once she had received the summons just to be sure she had received them also. As much as she looked up to the empress and her strength she also very much feared her since she could easily kill the poor girl.

Upon her investigation and search to find Mei, she found that she had also received a summons from the empress and she sighed in a relief on the inside. She'd just go along to the shrieking shack with Mei and it'd all be good. However, in front of the empress it would probably be best if the two didn't touch or hold hands or anything just to be safe. She might not like that and she didn't want her Mei getting hurt. She was a medic, which was a good thing but she could never be able to stand the thought or sight of Mei getting hurt.

Lime simply just hugged her white haired companion at this thought just to shake it out of her mind. She had grabbed her hand and they were off to the Shrieking Shack together. Sneaking out of the their tower was easy enough for them and so was proceeding through the rest of the castle. Going to the door that was closest to the whomping willow was the best choice. It would require less traveling across the grounds to the violent tree and less of a chance of being see out of a window.

It was raining outside and the thought of it possibly storming was somewhere in the back of her mind. What if it started storming while they were with the empress? She couldn't just casually shrug off her fear of thunder and lightening. No it wasn't that easy to do and she feared what the empress would do upon discovering her fault. She wasn't a warrior though but that didn't mean that any punishment she may receive would be any less harsh.

The green haired girl shook off these thoughts and just proceed with her Mei on to the tree. Once she was actually standing in front of it, she stared at it for a second and tried to think of how to get past it without getting hurt. She's wasn't a warrior after all but maybe Mei would be able to do something about it. Lime had heard rumors of how to get the thing to stop moving but the spell just wasn't coming to her mind with the rain distracting her. She tried to think about it a little more but it didn't come to her mind and so she turned her attention towards Mei.

"Would you like to do the honors, Mei?" Lime asked her companion almost acting as if she knew what to do but just didn't want to do it herself; silly Lin.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Meifeng had received summons from her Empress, and she knew she couldn’t turn them down. She wondered what it was for, she all and all wondered why her Empress was in here. Trash ran around like wild dogs. She had to have a plan, her, Jun, and Da Min were certainly the pawns in whatever the Empress was planning. They would do the fighting for her. Or maybe, she wasn’t trying to take over. Who really knew? She shrugged. She had a summons to make. She just hoped that Lin didn’t happen to get one too. It would be hard for Mei to deal, if Lin got hurt. That’s when Lin found her, and told her she had a summons as well. Mei tried to hide her dread, and put on a soft smile and told her she was relieved that her lover had also received one. The white haired girl was lying through her teeth. They made their way to the whomping willow, stopping along the way for quick hugs, kisses, and touches. Goddess, did she love Lin. Lin was, her everything.. No matter how many times she stated it, it never seemed real. That she was blessed with such an amazing girl. Meifeng was lucky, almost too lucky. They stopped momentarily in front of the whomping willow. She starred at Lin for a moment, waiting for her to make the willow stop moving, but when Lin asked her to do it, she couldn’t help but hold back a smile. Did Lin forget it? Meifeng wouldn’t be shocked, Lin seemed tense for a few moments there. Mei couldn’t blame her fellow Metamorphagus. She was probably terrified with the rain. She couldn’t even say anything, as soon as they walked in the building. Mei’s hand brushed lightly against Lin’s, before pulling it back, reassurance that she’d be there for her. ” I’ll protect you, Lin.”

[/color] She said, it was barely audible above the rain. Even if that meant fighting the Empress, and her brother. Mei wasn’t sure she could hold herself back if Lin got hurt, or rather – was getting hurt.

”Sure.”[/color] Mei moved her wand from her pocket, raising it up and pointing it directly at the flailing tree. ” Immobulus.”[/color] She muttered the freezing spell, and watched the tree stop in mid-flail. The only thing stopping them now was the narrow passage way that led to the room within. Meifeng could do this; she took in a deep breath. What was the worst that could happen? She was the first of the pair to walk to the tree, and wiggle her way through, the tight spaces making it hard for her to breathe.

She wasn’t shocked by what she saw when she made it through the tunnel. Her brother and the Empress, made a good match for each other. Much better than that… Lowblood… what was her name? Ellie, she believes. Yes, Junjing and the Empress make a great pair, as long as the Empress never bit off her brother’s head much like a Praying Mantis does. ”I apologize, have I interrupted something, my Empress?”[/color] Her voice never wavering from that gentle tone, her body going into a bow. ”I could come back at a different time, if it better suits you.”[/color]

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