During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.

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a small touch of happiness
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Posted on November 21, 2014 at 08:15:39 PM by kobato



His words took the form of spears of ice. Her precious, oh so precious, frost dragon that she had found and spent so much time gaining the trust of had turned to lash out at something and she had been there to take it. Kobato's chocolate portals widened momentarily as he snarled out his emotions, forming hateful words that clung to her flesh like lead in the pouring rain. Over the course of his lyrical debut, tears formed in the depths of her portals until the crystals could no longer swim and they leaked out. She winced as he stood and turned so that his body was facing her own. He left her side and with it, had shoved away her affection. Not that she hadn’t done the exact same thing moments before hand. Above, thunder screamed again and Kobato shivered in response to its growling protests.

Vladya had only made her cry once before. And that had been her fault. This too was her fault. Or so she believed. Kobato was the sort of bird who blamed herself when bad things happened. There was an endless sort of kindness in this world, and she could only imagine that sorrows occurred only when they were needed. Fine. His next words had her begging inwardly for him to stop. Strange. His menacing demeanor had never irked her before... not even when she snuck in to help him in Abendrot's prison cells. But now... now it was like he was sending a poisonous snake in her direction. It coiled round her legs and began to squeeze until she could barely breathe. When he was finished, he paused for a second and she exhaled, glad that it was over. Then his voice came round again and she prepared herself mentally for another swing. But this was not in the same harmful manner as the last one had been. I didn’t mean that. An apology. She forced a smile. It was fake and obviously so. But it was soft and gentle. The same one she'd given to Kershov when her body had pressed up against his own. She looked right into those damaged eyes and did not break contact with them once. "It's okay Vladya... I understand. It's alright.

But the thing was…. Her voice shattered at the end. How could she know that the hiccup was rising steadily to its debut from her lips? Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing in with the rain that pelted their coats. She stopped breathing almost instantly, eyes wide and filled with surprise. She searched the ground remarkably fast, trying to figure out the reason why she had not been able to hold this one back. Perhaps it was because he had touched upon something that she was very aware of. The family she had built for herself was very small. But it was all she had anymore. After the death of Ioryogi and her true father, she only had Serris and Aindreas. There were others, of course, who had held her hand along the way as she tried to find her place in the world, but those two were the only ones she really considered as a brother and father. Of course, Vladya was also in there. But he was something different. A treasure rather than a comrade. She had followed a pirate map in order to find the “x” on the ground. Of course, having something so good also meant that she would bring misfortune to herself. That was how the world worked. With good also came bad, and likewise the opposite and so forth. She had braved a record-breaking storm in order to keep him within her grasping fingertips.

But the angel could only do so much. He had been raised differently. Perhaps not so different as she was thinking now. They both had struggled in life. But she had been allowed a cushion and a crown whereas he had been thrust inside a cell to rot. A princess and a dragon, truly. She tried to form words with her mouth, but they were lost in a huff of air, silent and empty. Kobato forced herself to come up with something, anything. But nothing arrived to her side. She was trying. She really was. She had done her best. She had fought a King. She had used her position, which she had not wished to do, in order to secure a place for recooperation. It was her who had put a mask on his face with her words of affection and it was her who had almost died at his hand. She had brought him back to a home she had carved out a place for herself at. Serris had not wanted her when she had first arrived. Not many ever did. But she pestered and followed him lovingly, sure that she could change his mannerisms. She had. But in returning, she had struck her white gladiator in his Achilles heel. Now Kobato swallowed hard. It really was her fault. The fae should have known that Serris would not approve of her choice. That he would want to keep her to himself, as they had always been. The black alpha had created a space between her and her warboy with the bloodied eye. Kobato swallowed again and looked up, her desert rose pelt slicked to her flesh.

This was the same wolf who had revived her from a coma of loss and depression. The same one who had stepped in to fight a monster for her. But a dragon is a dragon, and there are things that time cannot change. Perhaps the beast really would not follow her around if she did not have a golden crown upon her skull. Her talons dug into the mud beneath her feet, trying to take a grasp on the world she sat upon. They released instantaneously, then reconnected once more. As if she couldn’t decide if she needed to be holding on. In the meantime, her auds twitched back unconsciously. She was at her weakest here and her body knew it. Finally her gaping mouth sputtered something out. I just thought… it was better to leave and develop a family full of trustworthy friends that will stand beside you… than to have a family that will not utter a word to your name. With Kobato’s soft demeanor, it is clear that she would never strike back in hate towards someone unless absolutely required to. Friends were not to be yelled at unless they were giving up on something they had believed in firmly before. Even now Kobato could almost see where the chains had been shackled to her boy’s figure. How long had he really been alive? Was he as old as her father would have been? Had he been kept out of the warm sun most of his life? It was just now that short little Ko realized just how little she knew about this dragon. What was his favorite color? Did he have a preference on meat? Had he ever loved someone before? Did… did he love her? Kobato tried to smile again, but it was a sad one, and frankly it was mostly suppressed by her inward thoughts.

Only now did she find that she was tired. Tired of running. Tired of trying. She had half the heart to turn herself into Kershov and brave lashings and whips. But something else managed to sneak its way in around her thoughts and bring a little firefly light to her mind. Though she had outgrown her princess gown and her smallish crown… she still held something in her that yearned to fulfill others wishes. To have them smile and be as free as they could. It was when this came to mind that Kobato was able to look back up at Vladya and raise her eaves again. Though still a little hunched, she wasn’t going to allow herself oppression by her own thoughts. By her own doubt. His words had been true to his own feelings and he had had the mind to speak them aloud. Perhaps he had been trying to strengthen her back up. As forementioned, friends only needed to be snarled at when they didn’t believe in themselves. Minutes after his words had pelted the atmosphere, Kobato finally found the strength to truly smile. Vladya was hard to understand. But that was why he had been her most difficult to heal. And it was also why she felt most comfortable around him. He knew her best. And her hard work was what allowed her to stay beside him.

What do you wish for the most, Vladya?

This was probably the most important question she would ever ask him in her lifetime. But before he would respond (if he responded at all), she would make sure to give her own goals. I want to be a Queen. I want to become someone who will rule a territory and have others rely on me for even the smallest of things. I want to be able to keep elders off their toes and help raise children so they will not be oppressed by danger. I… I also want to become a mother. Kobato quieted here, but then kept going strong a moment later. I want a family. My dream is to become a Queen surrounded by people who love me. It’s not that I want things offered to me on a golden platter. Instead I want to offer that platter to others who have never had the chance to receive it. Seeing others smile is what I have always wished for the most. And when I get there… that is when I will face Kershov with pride and fearlessness. The dove straightened herself, feeling heavier by the second due to the rain… but she also felt weightless. As if the world that had been pressed upon her spine had suddenly grown wings and taken off into the sky.

But right now, I have to make sure I can even make one wolf smile. Because his smile is the most important to me. And if I can’t lift his heart, how am I to lift my own? It’s not a measure of strength, Vladya. It’s not a question of why I must continue to move. It’s figuring out what I am willing to give up in order to get something I will cherish ever the more fervently. She exhaled and flicked her wetted plumage. She probably looked like a drowned rat. But who was Kobato to worry about appearances. Only now was she aware of it because she was standing in front of her beast. Tell me, Vladya. What do you truly wish for? Is there something that you want so bad that you would do anything to get it? What is your hope? What is keeping you from giving up? What drives you mad late in the evening? That you strive for with every breath? I want… no—I need to hear it. Fulfilling your dream is the only way I can work towards mine.

Trust Kobato to be able to go through a small depression and then manage to find a way to bring herself back up again.






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