So, I'm going to go ahead and throw some of the actual manga into this since this certain event has yet to happen in this RP or in the other Fruits Basket RP that I'm in with Nasia.
"All beauty is within the eye of the beholder."
It hadn't been long since Aura had dropped down into her spot, readied her pants, and begun to her art, that she began to hear the close cries of small children. The squeals were not alarming, for the warmth held within them was one that betrayed the inner joy of the person whose lips they escaped from.
Laughter. Joy. Emotions. These were things that only the most expert and advanced of artists could achieve showing in their art. Whether it be in paints, sculpting, or some other form of art, it took quite a bit of skill to show any type of emotion, no matter what it was. In fact, some artists could only achieve such skill if they experienced the emotions themselves -
as they were working.
That is not the case with all artists, however. Those who held true passion for their form of expression could truly encompass any type of art that they wished to show - whether it be emotions or life, which was another key and difficult component to add to any work.
"Riooooo~~!! Whacha doin?"Aura would have jumped, seeing as she was lost so deeply in thought that she hadn't heard her monkey - and she used that poth rhetorically and literally - of a brother arrived, but she wasn't one to be easily startled. Surprisingly, seeing as her animal counterpart spooked fairly easily. Stilling her hand mid-air, she glanced over her shoulder at Hiroki, before turning back to her easily and setting her hand into movement once more.
"Hello, Hiroki," she said, her voice betraying her slight-distraction.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to her brother - in fact, she adored the man that stood beside her. She had for years, and had always admired him for his care-free persona and the way that he held himself. He was the epitome of free - something that she, as a horse, had always longed to be.
"What brings you-"
"I'll be right back, sis!" He barged into the middle of her question. Not that she was really surprised - he wasn't one for sitting still for very long, let alone long enough to listen to someone speaking to him. Within an instant he was gone, leaving her alone once again with her though.
Not that she was left alone for very long, or long enough to regain whatever thought-process she had lost when her brother had arrived. For, only a minute later, he was back, his voice shrieking and his arms flailing about, as if there were some sort of mass-fire occurring and the only way to gain attention for it was to cause a debacle.
"There's trouble, sis!! Trooooubleeeee!!!!!"Stifling a sigh, Aura rose, setting her pants on her stool and laying the easel on its' back, so as to avoid anyone knocking it over and ruining her nearly-completed painting. A small towel dotted with dry paint was drawn from her back pocket, and she easily wiped her hands on it. Without realizing, she had gotten a smear of purple across her cheek. Not that she would have really cared if she had known, to be honest.
Easily pulling the ponytail form her hair, the long, raven-colored mass fell to her waist in a thick, straight waterfall.
"There's no reason to shout and scream, Hiroki. I'm sure the trouble isn't as bad as you think," she said soothingly, obviously attempting to reassure him.
Crossing the small distance between the pond and the area where the squeals of the children could still be heard, yet there weren't as many and it was further apart in shouts, she paused beside a tree on the edge of the play area. Benches were scattered throughout it, a place where parents could relax while keeping an eye on their children. A small fountain stood at the beginning of the park, and the playground itself of large and castle-like.
Her eyes immediately fell on the people who were far too large to be considered children.
One was a tall, purple-haired man whom she recognized from seeing on the college campus. She faintly remembered a name that began with the letter 'S' - Sayu or Saka or something along those lines. Despite the fact that she inwardly knew that he was handsome - she had heard many of the females on campus gushing about it, and knew that he received a mass of gifts from said girls on almost a daily basis - she felt no initial attraction towards him, which also helped to explain why she couldn't even remember his name. He had made no lasting impression on her, and ran with an entirely different crowd. While he gravitated towards the jocks of the basketball team, she tended to stick with her small amount of friends in the Arts programs.
The next person she noticed was the 'prince' of the college, Rin. The Rat to the Sohma family, the woman had no inkling for the fact that it could be considered odd by some people to dress as a man when you were, indeed, a female. She obviously hadn't a care for it, and undoubtedly thought that a person who be recognized for who they were, not what gender they had been given by whatever force lay out there.
Immediately after her was Aki, or the Cat. Notorious for being a bit of, well, a bitch, Aki wasn't well-liked by anyone - Sohma or otherwise. Personally, Aura didn't really care about the legend of their family. She didn't judge any one of the Zodiac members for the animal that they were given, but instead judged them upon who they made themselves out to be. While Aki obviously acted the way she did because she was a leper in the family, that was no excuse for her to treat innocent bystanders with malevolence.
The final person in the mix was Riye, the lawyer and dragon of the family. She used dragon loosely, seeing as he was instead a dragon of water - that is, a seahorse. He could be intimidating to anyone who looked at him, what with his dashing good looks and his holier-than-thou attitude, but to her, he was simply another family member. That, and he and Hiroki were very close, so he was around their house almost constantly. She also assisted him quite a bit in his little 'fantasies', often designing and creating his outfits for his cosplaying adventures. They had become closer over the years, and due to Aura's lack of friends, she considered him to be one of her better ones.
Tucking the towel into her back pocket, she approached the crowd, immediately heading in the direction of the Cat and the Rat, the two in question already showing the beginnings of a battle that would undoubtedly play out badly in the end.
"I don't believe that this is the place for you two to come to quarrel at. Nor is it really the time, and you both know that." She spoke quietly as she approached, and yet her voice carried through the wind, easily reaching the ears of the two intended parties.
Patting the head of a small child who stood off to the side, his eyes wide and staring, she reached the two young women and pushed herself between them.
"I don't know how this argument started, or even if it has really begun, but either way I'm not going to allow it to continue or grow. If you have a problem with each other, take it back to the Sohma estate and run it out. The affairs of the Sohmas belongs behind closed doors, not in the middle of the public, where all eyes can see," she said, her intense eyes looking between the two, both hands held up to spread them apart from each other.
"Now, I would like to return to my painting - preferably in peace. If you two wouldn't mind, either continue about your day or go somewhere that no one can see you and fight it out. Physically or verbally, it doesn't matter to me, because that's your choice. But no one cares to see a fight - especially these children. Isn't that right, Rin?" she asked, tilting her head so that her face was a bit more towards the Rat, her eyebrow slightly quirked.
Straightening once more, she stepped back, swiping the back of one hand across her cheek and further smearing the purple paint that was slowly drying there.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'll be returning to the pond - in
quiet," she added, her voice holding a bit of a threat that showed that if it was anything other than quiet, she wouldn't be very happy.
Turning around with her eyes closed, she inhaled deeply and stepped away.
And directly into the little boy who's head she had patted, who obviously had gotten closer to the trio of young women as she spoke.
Immediately her eyes flashed open, a large smoke engulfing the two of them. Before she had fulling registered what had occurred, her clothes were gone and her body was reshaping itself within the smoke, changing her until the only thing that remained was a rather large horse - something very difficult to miss in the middle of a park that lay in the middle of the suburbs of a city.
Stumbling on all fours, she snorted, air puffing out from her nostrils. Having rarely been changed over the years due to her being slightly-alienated from society, she wasn't quite used to supporting the weight of a four- to five-hundred pound body. She stumbled once more, dropping to her knees, and a soft sound escaped her snout. Her eyes blinked and looked back and forth wildly.
In an instant she was back up, her clothes abandoned as she darted from the park and back towards the pond. A whiny escaped her lips, and she stopped only once she had reached her paints. Glancing briefly down at them, she shook her large head and took off, once again stopping, but only as soon as she was hidden within a mass of trees.
Dropping to her knees once more, she lowered her head and snorted.
Son of a bitch ...
