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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Posted on July 31, 2017 at 11:01:47 PM by Kahlan
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Kirastasia had always been an expert at hiding her true thoughts. Her facade had this fascinating ability to twist around and express whatever emotion would most help her to get whatever it was that she was currently after... but now it was the blankness in her facade that gave her away. There was no pout, no trembling lower lip. There was nothing... and that said everything. I had strummed the right string to hurt her enough to force her away. Why then, why did this all feel so wrong? How long had I known the little snowbird now? Years surely. When her father - the current evil culprit of this tale - had dropped her off haphazardly within the bowels of Saw Tooth, she had been angry with him, but more than that she had been lonely. She had clung to me as a scared child was, but though it was true that I had many years on her age, even then Kirastasia was no child. I was naive at the time, and though it had not been wrong to be there for her and to support her, I had failed in seeing her truest intentions. Always had she been trying to force a wedge between... between Kenshin and I. Although in the end it had not much mattered, had it? But it had been her brother that had caused me to miscarry my darling twins. Did she know that? Did she know how terribly she had turned my world upside down? 'Kah... I don't understand.' "Yes, Kirastasia, I think you do." I shake my head and raise my brows - both at the fact that she would say something so utterly contrary to the ugly bared truth, and that her voice was not steady. Gone was the playful cockiness, the sureness that she would be able to claim and conquer anything and anyone that she wanted. I can feel my heart beat racing, quickening as the full depth of understanding sweeps over her and I hurt for her, so fully, so thoroughly. I want to take it all back, every ugly word that I have spoken but I know it is not quite enough to force her to leave... and yet a part of me is not sure I want to now that the stoic gargoyle has cracked and shown that she had an actual heart beneath her liquid stone exterior. 'Why would you say such a thing, my pretty Kah? 'Sullied'... 'ravaged'... what kind of language is that for my mature, beautiful darling?' I can see her mind working overtime, struggling to find an answer, a reason, anything to explain what I had said in a way that resulted in something different. Her paw reaches forward to cover my own and I allow her the briefest of touches, and just as she begins to dig her claws in, I withdraw my own. Where her pearled daggers and pressed down, tiny crimson droplets had begun to swell, pushing up through my flesh. Swiftly I bring my paw to my maw, and allow my tongue to escape to lap them up and put the smallest amount of pressure on the skin, just enough to force the puncture wounds to close, the blood to clot. I close my eyes as I drop my paw again. I can feel the bitterness of my words upon my tongue before I even speak them and I can feel the innocent flutter of my soul screaming against my ribcage, begging me not to curse myself even further into hell but despite her best efforts, they do fall. "They are words for me to say because they are true. Everything - every little thing - that your mind is imagining is true. Now all you have to do is say it, Kirastasia, say it aloud so you accept it." 'You wouldn't do that to me.' "No? I wouldn't?" I swallow to stop my own voice from trembling. This is for the best, isn't it? It will send her away from me, keep her from wounding me any further. Her whispered words had stung my audettes, and they flatten now, either to avoid hearing the rest of her words or out of shame for what I was doing it. "All of the dirty things that I did, did you believe that I cared about you? Did you believe that it mattered to me what would matter to you? I left you Kirastasia, alone in your den, and that same day was the day he took me. Ravaged. Sullied." This is wrong, so wrong. I had sought to be honest, even brutally so when I had put up my walls, having no cares or desires to hide anything that may injure someone else. But I know very well that instead, I am now telling lies in order to purposefully hurt another. That some of my statements were lies. Afterall, I had given myself up to Kirastasia because of my broken heart, because I wanted to forget Kenshin. And Kershov? I had sought him out so that he would either kill me, or make me forget...Kira... And then, finally, she admitted it. 'My father, Kahlan? My bastard carcass-fucking father?' I swallow and nod. "The one and only." Stay strong. I must stay strong. Kirastasia lunged toward me, screaming, crying, and showing more emotion in this singular moment than she had in the entirety of the rest of her life, or at least for as long as I had known her. It was both beautiful and terrifying, devastating and wonderful. 'I loved you! I loved you so hard, and you-you...What did I do wrong? Why don't you love me anymore? Why doesn't anyone love me?!' I stare at her with a scolding glare, as if she was a whining child who was throwing a tantrum. I regret this, I regret it all. I shouldn't have hurt her. But I can't stop now, I can't turn back, I can't - I won't- feel my own pain again. "You never loved me, Kirastasia, you love no one and nothing but yourself. There was nothing between us aside from sex - I never loved you and could never love you. To say elsewise would be a fallacy. Unlike with Kershov - at least with him his phallus was between us." Harsher, more vicious words than anything I have ever spoken fall from my lips but I can't breath and I rush, tripping over my words as I try to breath and I just need her to leave as quickly as she could but I can't I can't and I'm gasping now and god where is the air and I ...just...I..."Kira...." And that is all I remember. I open her eyes slowly. It has been a few days since I have taken over, but always have I been watching her, supervising. I brought her here with the hopes that Kirastasia would be able to bring my sister to her right mind. It nearly worked - when she first saw Kira she nearly collapsed with memories, with emotions, but then she walled all of it off again. I cannot understand why she has made this decision - this, my dear darling sister who was always so loving, so caring, so giving, more than I wished her to be. But this? I never expected this. Yes, over the past few months, past year she has become cold, stoic, but I never expected her to devolve to cruel, nasty, selfish. She wanted only to be happy, but could she not see how oxymoronic her life was? The only emotions she allowed were fear, pain... and speaking of emotions, happiness was an emotion too, was it not? How could she ever have thought that hiding her feelings in a safe would result in happiness? I let loose a whimper and sweep forward a paw toward Kirastasia's face, aiming to wipe away her tears with Kahlan's digits if only the snowbird with allow it. "Kirastasia..." Though I depend her voice and return to it the gruffness that mine always carried, it is still so odd to me to speak through Kahlan's vocals, through a femme's maw. "Kahlan does not mean to injure you, she wishes only to save herself of the pain that you threaten to bring to her heart. She is fragile, delicate - you remember what a mess she was in when Kenshin died... it... well it broke her. My own death was the final straw." I withdraw Kahlan's paw and stare at her. When was I ever this verbose when I was within my own body. I never was... and it reminds me that I am not me - I am my sister's conscious, her mental reconstruction of her brother, a shell. "You must forgive me." Always with the manners. "Kahlan suffered a mental break and her soul fracturered in multiple pieces. I am meant to be her protector, her conscience if you will... and if you do remember me, I am meant to be Henadin, her brother. We met in Saw Tooth." I shake my head, sure that by now she is incredulous. "I am... not me though. I - or rather Henadin - was murdered during a war and she misses him, so her mind brought him - me - here. I see all she does, but she is as of yet unaware of me. I am who brought her here, in order to find you. So that you can fix her." I sit, lowering my -her - haunches to the ground and inhale deeply. "Now, ask away, all the questions you desire to. For we have much to discuss and plan if we are to save her." |
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im just a puzzle missing a few pieces - By Kahlan September 20, 2017 at 09:35:22 PM
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