...Never again would it cherish a single creature, nor a single blade of grass that stood on that mountain. The kitten spent the nights wandering aimlessly, gnashing its teeth at the moon. How it wished to swallow the moon and devour the moonlight. If the world could only return to darkness, then it would finally be peaceful and content.
"I will become the new moon, the answer to everything. Then, no one will know that there were once birds, foxes, and cats in this world. And no one can know that they were different."
✧ Affectionate gestures (given and received)
✧ Riling people up
✧ Performing
✧ Crying
✧ Kissing
Taboos
✧ Repressing feelings
✧ Pushing people away (emotionally)
✧ Lying about something important
✧ Four
✧ Five
Additional Notes
It's not always visible in icons, but he always wears red eyeliner! Pings as divine creation - not divine himself, but definitely not human. Has a beautiful face. Though they're usually not visible, he has marks on his body that glow when he channels elemental powers. His element alignment has now changed from electricity to wind.
Wanderer is also more resilient than human being, and is capable of taking a lot of abuse. He could survive standing right in the middle of a fire and has been able to survive what would have been lethal experiments for anyone else.
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Basic Permissions
Backtagging: Yes Threadjacking: Maybe (most are fine but if you are unsure ask) Shipping: Yes Smut: Yes Violence: Yes but fights may be handwaved Killing: Yes but fights may be handwaved
Additional Permissions
I'm fine with everything except pictures of bugs and gore, textual nothing bothers me.
After leaving Tatarasuna, the Kabukimono met a young child in a small house by the seaside somewhere in Inazuma.
The young boy was weak and sickly, and he lived in a rickety old place into which the rain leaked. Seeing his constantly mud-caked face through the gaps in the decrepit wooden door, the Kabukimono felt something twist in his heart, as if some ancient feeling was being re-awakened. And so, he stayed within that wooden house to care for that sick boy, bringing him melons, fruits, and water to drink, helping him to wipe the filth from his face.
Many days passed, and the child's parents did not return. It was only later that the Kabukimono learned that the parents were also workers from Tatarasuna, and they might have lived normal and happy lives, if not for husband and wife contracting some strange illness during their work, often coughing up blood as a result. That they had not returned indicated that they may have passed without any fanfare in some place out there.
The child's name was unimportant, for he had another identity: he was the Kabukimono's friend, and family besides. They talked about how they had been born and promised to continue to live together in that ramshackle hut. As proof of their friendship, the Kabukimono took the boy to Shakkei Pavilion to see the place where he had once lived.
The flaming maple leaves, the ancient latticed windows... All was as it had once been.
At that time, he believed that he would never return here... but he did not realize that the child could die in only one night. One night, barely enough time for the Kabukimono to go out and find some food or swipe some furniture that others no longer had any use for.
Though he had already witnessed much change, he never knew that another person's passing was something that could occur in such a brief moment, or that this moment could grant him nothing but pain.
After the shock, he felt incomparable fury. He was alone. Again. Was he not once more abandoned?
Again! Again! Again!
The boy's small body on the ground was curled up like a jumble of flower petals, a corner of it stained red with blood — red like the maple leaves... red like a blazing fire.
That night, a great flaming glow lit the seaside. The Kabukimono burned the wooden house, and finding himself an old straw hat from within it, left to begin his long journey.
He wandered everywhere, not knowing where to go, and though he would meet many more people along the way, he would never again regard any of them as his companions.
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Character Story 3
The young boy was weak and sickly, and he lived in a rickety old place into which the rain leaked. Seeing his constantly mud-caked face through the gaps in the decrepit wooden door, the Kabukimono felt something twist in his heart, as if some ancient feeling was being re-awakened. And so, he stayed within that wooden house to care for that sick boy, bringing him melons, fruits, and water to drink, helping him to wipe the filth from his face.
Many days passed, and the child's parents did not return. It was only later that the Kabukimono learned that the parents were also workers from Tatarasuna, and they might have lived normal and happy lives, if not for husband and wife contracting some strange illness during their work, often coughing up blood as a result. That they had not returned indicated that they may have passed without any fanfare in some place out there.
The child's name was unimportant, for he had another identity: he was the Kabukimono's friend, and family besides. They talked about how they had been born and promised to continue to live together in that ramshackle hut. As proof of their friendship, the Kabukimono took the boy to Shakkei Pavilion to see the place where he had once lived.
The flaming maple leaves, the ancient latticed windows... All was as it had once been.
At that time, he believed that he would never return here... but he did not realize that the child could die in only one night. One night, barely enough time for the Kabukimono to go out and find some food or swipe some furniture that others no longer had any use for.
Though he had already witnessed much change, he never knew that another person's passing was something that could occur in such a brief moment, or that this moment could grant him nothing but pain.
After the shock, he felt incomparable fury. He was alone. Again. Was he not once more abandoned?
Again! Again! Again!
The boy's small body on the ground was curled up like a jumble of flower petals, a corner of it stained red with blood — red like the maple leaves... red like a blazing fire.
That night, a great flaming glow lit the seaside. The Kabukimono burned the wooden house, and finding himself an old straw hat from within it, left to begin his long journey.
He wandered everywhere, not knowing where to go, and though he would meet many more people along the way, he would never again regard any of them as his companions.