Yellow Blood Splatters

Chapter Two

Xiaqui Chebur sat on their Moirail's gold colored couch. Merkus sat in their arms, telling vividly how he and his flushcrush would die. He sat shivering out of panic in Xiaqui's arms. "Xia, I'm scared. I don't want her to die. I don't want to die. What do I do?" Merkus asked, burying his head into Xaiqui's chest. Xaiqui only leaned down slightly to place a comforting kiss on the top of the gold-blood's head.

Times like these honestly excited Xiaqui. Merkus, after all, was his flushcrush. But their relationship would never step from the pale quadrant into the flushed. Merkus pitied your seadwelling friend, Nefree. Infact, he has told Xaiqui on multiple occasions that his love for Nefree is far past the holdings of the flush quadrant. That he wouldn't want another quadrant if she was his matesprit. He has unknowingly broken you, time and time again. If Nefree was in Merkus' quadrant, Merkus would leave Xaiqui. The yellow blood would kick the violet blood to the curb.

"I know you're scared, Merkus, but even your daymares are a blessing. You know how people are going to die. You have a chance to change things." Xaiqui murmured.

Xaiqui looked down at the troll in his lap. His hair was slightly longer than his own, reaching down to the base of his neck. His pointed ears stuck out behind tufts of his hair. His round, fuchsia eyes stared right up at Xaiqui. Under those eyes were bags from the many sleepless days Merkus had spent. Freckles deeply spotted his gray cheeks. Gold tear stains streamed down those freckled cheeks. Xaiqui reached up and gently brushed them away with the pad of his thumb. The seadweller's eyes finally settled on a small scar in the bridge of the lowblood's nose.

How he got that scar was sort of a misunderstanding. It was when Xaiqui and Merkus had just met. Xaiqui was fishing for a kismesis, looking for a suitable opponent for such quadrant. Xaiqui spotted Merkus on the outskirts of a BUOY (Politically correct term for lowbloods. (Burgundy /Umber / Ocher /Yellowgreen)) village. He was using his psionics to help retrieve a wriggler's Lusus from a very large tree. His magenta psionics crackles and sparked as he brought down the small meowbeast of a Lusus down from the tree.

Xaiqui saw him as a worthy opponent. So he charged at him, summoning his strifespecibus, a crossbow. Into the handle of the weapon was carved a trail of barkfiend tracks. Xaiqui released a wave of pointed arrows, one of them scraping across the bridge of his nose. His xanthuos colored blood gushed from the wound as he turned his head violently.

The two fought until neither had any stamina left to spare, ending up in a draw. They sat across from each other, silently vowing to harm the other. But once they met again, Xaiqui had gotten over his kismesis scout and swiftly apologized, even taking the psionic weilder to lunch in a 'highblood restaurant' to apologize. After a while, the two grew close and ended up as Moirails. "And nothing more" Xaiqui thought sadly.

Merkus only curled into the larger troll more "You're right" he mumbled, the lids of his eyes slowly drifting shut. The cold blooded trol beneath him sighed lowly, taking Merkus' warmer form into his own. Xaiqui stood "Let's get you into your coon, Mer-Mer" The seadweller carried Merkus up the stairs with some difficulty, helped him undress and laid him in the Soper that was contained in the Recooperacoon. "I'll message you later tonight" Xaiqui said loud enough for his Moirail to hear as he fled down the stairs. He pulled on the cloak that protected him from the harsh, Alternian sun and dashed to his hive, being sure to avoid any Shadow Droppers that came across his path.

As Xaiqui came to the beach that his hive sat upon, he looked to the water that glimmered beautifully under the sun. He reminded himself to visit his fuchsia blooded friend when night falls.