KENSHIN
if I knew you were going to survive
I WOULD HAVE NEVER LET YOU FALL
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YOU BELIEVE THAT THE STRONG EXIST TO CULL THE WEAK. TO USE THEM AS FOOD. BUT YOU ARE MISTAKEN.
Life wasn’t going in Kenshin’s direction recently. Well it was, but it hardly ever left when facing his blood lust. For weeks he had been plagued with the haunting hallucinations of Kahlan gazing back at him with blood streaked across her mug and her beautiful lanterns devoid of their celestial light. And when he had looked down, he saw that the blood had gathered beneath her, pooling enough to see her reflection in it. And… he was stained with its essence. Every time these visions came to him, his body shook uncontrollably and he would hide himself away or smile as best he could for her. That is… until it came when he was following her to speak with her about the abortion of their younglings. Younglings he was not supposed to be granted with in the first place. Life he could not make. For he was a taker of life… a grim. Not a heralding angel that could perform even the smallest of miracles. As it came to him, following her form, he took off and barely made it out of Saw Tooth before the nightmare became reality. It was a mother who took the brunt of his sword, attempting to protect her pups from his wrath. Their screams still echoed in the darkest of forests now and again. Their innards had been strewn across the field, and blood on his prints labelled him as their destroyer. Fear at what could have happened to Kahlan if the pregnancy had gone bad. Anger at himself for believing he could embrace such a heavenly being in the first place. Hate at the world for tearing everything he had ever wanted from him. Malice towards those who had put him in this position. And still the demon within him charged the bars of its cage, chattering manically to get out. When he had crossed paths with Kahlan at Leisure Lake, attempting to clean the blood off of him, it was the last key on the ring. Her lanterns turned from his and he felt his heart just collapse into the ashes and bones of those he had brought to Hell. He turned from her, and left. Never aiming to be seen by her again. His sworn oath to be bound by her as a dog is to its master, had been shred. She could move on. She had the chance to move on. She could be brought out of this terrible fate that he was bound to in a loop. All he had to do was exactly what he feared to do. And that was to return to Kershov. To the only Master who had ever taken him as he was and, although torturing by ordering assassinations and kidnappings, had obviously seen the dog as he was and would always be. A wraith.
It was late in the month before the rurouni caught wind of a princess who was to be found at all costs. Eyes of soil and a body covered in the finest silk of three different colors: a pale brown, charcoal, and hints of white. Apparently she had stolen goods that the King would have much rather kept, and made off with them, and not just that… she also had the Ice King’s hatred on her as a bag of luggage. Kobato of Munashii Gekko, an adopted heiress. And so, Kenshin set off in search of this priestess. It was days before he found her… and it didn’t take much guessing as to suppose the reason why. The girl was well hidden. Apparently she still stayed with the demon she had snuck away from Kershov, and this made Kenshin think twice about attempting such a feat. If he truly was Vladya, then Kenshin knew the male. Well, not knew him but had crossed paths with him at least once in his time with Kershov as his gang leader. The male was a dragon in all thoughts of the word. Formidable and very tempermental. Blood-eye. The brindled hessian traversed carefully towards the femme he found matched every piece of description he had so cleverly found. And when he approached her with a kind visage, she seemed not in the slightest bit worried about him being there. She had greeted him with kindness and gentleness. Her beauty, although not as gorgeous as some in this world, was a marvel. A jewel. And her personality and open ness was absolutely desirable in every single way. No way was this girl a mortal being. She had to have been born of Sita. And lo behold, her name was Kobato. She explained that she and her partner were traveling, though she did not feel the urge to reveal the reason as to why. Not that Kenshin would press for this. He already knew the answer and she didn’t have to be the one to have given it to him.
The brujo became stoic slowly, and then all at once. His kind demeanor disappeared entirely and the girl picked it up quickly. Her movements became edgy. She wasn’t comfortable. I apologize, that I do. It is not your fault that you have met with such an unfortunate fate. But it is not as disastrous as some others. Luck, it would appear, is your friend and mistress. Keep hold of her firmly. And then he attacked. She was unconscious within seconds and although he was not the strongest varg around, he took great care of carrying her, quickly and gracefully. It took hours to reach Abendrot. With break stops and watch of her health so that it did not deteriorate before his very eyes, Kenshin made his way slowly. And whether or not the girl regained consciousness, she did not show it. Her body retained its limp and heavy attributes. When he did reach the territory line, the brindled hessian dropped her body slowly so that it would not sustain damage. For although he was a killer that the stench of blood would never truly leave, he was not one to do things without reason. And for now, his hallucinations had subsided. He hoped they would continue to do as such. Amber torches looked up, dull and without reason or meaning in them. A call escaped his lips, two short cut off howls that would, in theory, be recognized immediately by Kershov himself. Old habits never died, did they? The demon who had been trained right under Kershov’s watch, returned his gaze to the girl, who lay there breathing softly in the dirt. The fur upon her nape whispered softly in the night wind. He stood over her, though it was more of a precaution than a thing of protection. If she were to suddenly awaken and attempt an escape, he would push her back down to the darkness she had awoken from.
Should someone else besides the King himself come to greet him, Kenshin would not speak. Nor would he submissively show off his genitals. The only one who would be getting any act of valor from him was the killer of many and lover of few.
Afterall.
A dog always returns to its Master.
THE STRONG EXIST, NOT TO FEED OFF OF THE WEAK, BUT TO PROTECT THEM.
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