PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
Sachie was very selfish. She had become smitten with a human, and followed him as he traveled across Japan on a journey she didn’t know the outcome of. She didn’t care what he was after or where he went, she just wanted to watch him and protect him. See his quest through to the end with success. She first caught sight of him out in Kyoto as she hid in the rice fields close to town. He was so handsome - is so handsome - with messy brown hair and the most enchanting green eyes. He was truly blessed by the Gods, to be gifted with so much earth and warmth inside of him just made her desire his affections more. But she was merely a fox, and he was a man, and she would have to give up so much for him. She didn’t mind, she would do anything for him if he asked. If he even knew she was alive. But she was merely a fox, and could only do so much for a human like him.
Koji was on a mission. He didn't care how long it took or if it damned him to an eternity in Hell, but he would bring justice to those who dishonored him. He came from nobility, a promising swordsman even in his younger years, and his family had been known to speak out against the daimyo. He was the oldest, blessed with a sister who was as fair as cherry blossoms and a brother wild as fire. His mother had told him always how blessed he was, to be granted the strength of the earth; he was always calm and patient, even when his siblings were their most wild. Grounded and strong, with eyes as green as Japan's deep forests. He didn't think he had that strength now, that patience she was so proud of. Not after what happened.
Assassins stole into his home late at night and murdered his mother and father in their sleep, beheaded his little brother and defiled his sister before slitting her throat. He did his best to avenge them that night, but he was overwhelmed and left to die in his home. He pleaded to the Heavens, bargained with Hell, anyone who would listen to allow him to take revenge for his family before he lost consciousness. He didn't know who saved him, what God or demon had some pity to spare, but he awoke with a new vigor; a heavy feeling of power churned in his chest as he picked himself up and set out on his quest. He would find out at the end of his journey where his soul would go, and that was fine by him. All he cared about was making this right.
She was hiding from him again, keeping low in the tall grass as he walked the path into a little fishing town. She wanted so fervently to be with him, to walk by his side and not in his shadow. Her heart ached for his attention, even just a glance. She had to be brave, but she was so nervous. What if he was repulsed knowing what she was? What if he hated her? Her heart wouldn't bear it, she would commit suicide on the spot. But she had to try, right?
Koji was on a mission. He didn't care how long it took or if it damned him to an eternity in Hell, but he would bring justice to those who dishonored him. He came from nobility, a promising swordsman even in his younger years, and his family had been known to speak out against the daimyo. He was the oldest, blessed with a sister who was as fair as cherry blossoms and a brother wild as fire. His mother had told him always how blessed he was, to be granted the strength of the earth; he was always calm and patient, even when his siblings were their most wild. Grounded and strong, with eyes as green as Japan's deep forests. He didn't think he had that strength now, that patience she was so proud of. Not after what happened.
Assassins stole into his home late at night and murdered his mother and father in their sleep, beheaded his little brother and defiled his sister before slitting her throat. He did his best to avenge them that night, but he was overwhelmed and left to die in his home. He pleaded to the Heavens, bargained with Hell, anyone who would listen to allow him to take revenge for his family before he lost consciousness. He didn't know who saved him, what God or demon had some pity to spare, but he awoke with a new vigor; a heavy feeling of power churned in his chest as he picked himself up and set out on his quest. He would find out at the end of his journey where his soul would go, and that was fine by him. All he cared about was making this right.
She was hiding from him again, keeping low in the tall grass as he walked the path into a little fishing town. She wanted so fervently to be with him, to walk by his side and not in his shadow. Her heart ached for his attention, even just a glance. She had to be brave, but she was so nervous. What if he was repulsed knowing what she was? What if he hated her? Her heart wouldn't bear it, she would commit suicide on the spot. But she had to try, right?
