Well I used to avidly write to pass the time, but its been almost two years now so I'm sure I've lost my touch. Anyways this is the result of a 2AM spark of creativity, I may go forward with it, but as of now I would just like to know what you guys think.
“Well would you look at that” Asura thought to herself looking over the scrying well. “He sleeps like a lamb, but lives like an utter maniac.” Yes of course; it was always easy to forget in the process of looking down upon someone from a land of guided sidewalks and utter beauty just how different and worlds apart in comparison her life was.
“Careful,” a hearty voice echoed from behind in the near distance. “If you get too engrossed in the well you just may fall in.” The voice belonged to none other than Arthur, a longtime friend of Asura’s; ever since they enlisted in the guardians order, Arthur had always been by her side.
“Is yours asleep too?” Asura asked with a grin spreading allowing her soft pink lips to reveal her brilliantly white teeth.
“Of course she is, she won’t start staying awake till dusk for at least a few more years. Yours however…”
“Yeah it’s been a few weeks since I have gotten to watch him from the well. 17 year olds really are much more active than I remember them being.”
“He isn’t exactly active in a good way though.” Arthur said raising a brow.
“Well he always has been somewhat of a troublemaker. I remember three years ago when he attempted to summon a succubus, and got an alp instead.”
“Nasty buggers those filthy things are! I got into a bout with one around two centuries ago, and it was even worse then because the bastard managed to get into my little ones dreams. Combat in that realm really isn’t to our advantage as most people down there would think.”
“You of all people complaining about fighting! You are in the upper top percentiles in terms of combat efficiency if I recall correctly”
“Aye, I remember when I first got here and my second lamb was a soldier. Front line infantry at that!”
“Are you front line infantry as well?” Asura asked now leaning on the well with both elbows.
“I am actually unsure about that by this point. My position has changed countless times since we were created. I have been from front line infantry, to vanguard, to even medical support. When the final bell tolls though, I’m sure I’ll be right where I need to be. Whoever is making the position changes must be a hell of a man though!”
“Or woman.” Asura winked teasingly.
“Aye; or woman.”
“Arthur do you like your lamb?” Asura asked staring into his eyes endlessly.
“How could I not? How could anyone not? She is different from all the other lambs I have had thus far, but that is always the case from one lamb to another. She is quiet and does a fairly decent job of keeping out of trouble. As a matter of fact I get to watch her from the well much more frequently than most lambs.”
“I wonder sometimes Arthur; do they really think about us as much as we do them?” Asura stood up to sit down upon the well. With one hand in her lap and the other supporting her, she seemed almost like a goddess.
“Of course they don’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if at some points in time they even forget we exist all together. None the less I will still keep her safe. I remember once when she was three a demon gave her a stroke in a park; she was behind a tree and nobody could see her.”
“And what did you do about it?” Asura asked as if she already knew the answer.
“I came forth and slew the creature where he stood! One chop across the legs, and another down the middle for good measure! There is nothing as heart-poundingly exciting as watching the brimstone erupt from their limbs, and hear them shriek in pain as they are thrown back into their fiery pit!” Arthur put his hefty hand upon his sword hilt which hung from the holster upon his hip. With the exception of Brian Arthur was the most battle-hardened guardian that Asura personally knew.
“Your lamb before this was a soldier correct? You must have been itching for a fight from the very beginning. I don’t see how some of us can transition from soldiers to civilians, the intensity of guarding a soldier is enough to permanently bend me into a battle crazed maniac.”
“I guess that’s why some prefer to only do one or the other. Brian really gets a kick out of fighting beside his lambs, that why I hear he prefers to only guard soldiers.”
“Anything else would be a waste of his talents. I remember when Bryan single handedly fought off around 45 demons. His lamb made it back from battle alive, and with few scratches too! Rumor had it that after that Michael even personally gave him a congratulations when he arrived back here.”
“I swear if Bryan becomes a full-fledged war angle, hell will be rocked to the core. Just imagine.” Asura began waving one hand in an arc over her head. “Bryan with access to the angelic arsenal. I hear that those weapons can destroy entire demon legions if need be.”
“Well not to brag,” Arthur began as he put his hands behind his head. “But my steel is pretty destructive too. I mean it isn’t even close to being on par with the angelic arsenal, but with maximum effort I could probably take down a legion or two.” Asura chuckled in a tone that was neither in agreement or disagreement.
“Well when it comes to style you are closer to the heavenly arsenal than most of us.” Asura assured him. Michal unsheathed his sword and held it up looking at it in admiration.
“Oh this old thing? I may have taken it to the anvil a time or two, but I mean it’s nothing to brag about.”
“It truly is a beautiful piece.” Asura reassured. “Just look at it.” Arthur’s sword truly was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. With a width that was slightly slimmer than most swords, and a length that was slightly longer, Arthur’s sword had the key feature of having alternating strips of black granite with white speckles, and red obsidian running down the center. The edges of the blade were ornamented with elaborately engraved depictions of the sun and mood running around both edges. The cross guard had an interesting three pronged point with the tips pointing upwards with the blade. The hilt was wrapped in a leather which Arthur had dyed to be faintly red, and the ornament at the end was oddly enough an owl made entirely of laborite with opal eyes. Arthur had spent his spare time from his very creation, to the crafting of his sword, and most shepherds held it as nothing more than a work of art.
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"What exactly made you chose to smith a sword with such a design?” Asura questioned
“To me it is meant to symbolize the beginning and the end, as well as just how vast and expansive both the world down below, and the one we currently reside in is. The black is to symbolize the creation of the creator, while the red is to show just how violent and destructive such a masterpiece can be when manipulated properly.”
“But why the owl Arthur? Is it your favorite animal?” Asura sked teasingly.
“The owl to me is a creature which closely symbolizes us Asura. It is always alert, and in most cases can even tell the end results of some of its actions. With all this knowledge however, the owl still simply chooses to sit and observe, only making a move when it has to.”
“But we are lions Arthur. The guardian order is symbolized by a lion, not an owl.”
“Well then when you smith your own sword fell free to put as many lions on it as you like.”
“My armament of choice is the short sword you know that! And despite your expert level of craftsmanship, my weapon is a looker as well.” Asura held out her hand and steadily a brown leather sheath began to appear in her hand. The plain leather sheath exposed nothing more than a handle wrapped in black leather topped by an ornament of a golden lions head molded in a roaring positon. Asura unsheathed the weapon to reveal a short sword made entirely out of red crystal. Still maintaining its various edges everywhere except for where the blade itself was formed into a single unified edge. In the center of the weapon a hole ran clearly through filled only partially by a smooth metal “donut” with a strip of gold in the middle of it. “See? It may not be
