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Song of RevengeIt seemed to him a battle raged.
And circumspect, the sleepy blaze
Betrayed the corpses. Embers crowned
The open brazier of the town.
And if he came too late, he rode,
Was altered under fire's glow,
With auburned cheeks and sootened eyes,
Too young to brace and realise
There can be nothing in this place
To bear the part of mercy's grace,
To bleach the blood before it calls
Or catch the youth before he falls
From this bleak manuscript of death.
Thus echoes now his pledging breath:
“I shall not return until...”
And when his purpose thus enthroned
Sets forth upon the winter road,
His course is set, his purpose born
In hate. Thus fate will be redrawn.
His words will echo down the years
To sons whose sons will bear the tears
Of all the young who once believed
That justice could be thus achieved:
In circles ever traced in vain,
By blood on blood and round again.
Morning CoffeeShe came downstairs to the rich smell of breakfast and human beverages brewing. Ichigo was crashing dishes in the kitchen and the radio was rattling off a tinny love song. She flopped down on the sofa and, finding a blanket there, wrapped it around her body, half-inclined to hide herself completely, but it was already too late for that. He peered out at her from behind an open cupboard door:
“What were you dreaming?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Must have been something.” He went back to preparing their breakfast: “Yuzu was freaked out: said you were yelling or something and then” – he glanced over to see her reaction – “I tried, but I couldn’t wake you. Still, you went quiet as soon as I was there, so I thought” –
“It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“Just so you know – it was only so you’d keep quiet.”
She watched him carry two steaming mugs fr
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Katahito YuriBefore my twenty–fifth year, I had earned a name for myself. I had faced death. I had ridden out and learned to follow orders, then led men of my own. I had tasted the clash of blades.I had served my Lord Akayama for eleven years and, in that time, his family had flourished and our world had changed. Yes, I had earned a name for myself and, like my father before me, I would use it to raise up my lord and bear his standard into battle.
But not today.
On this side of the house there was a small orchard with sparse vegetation. Its dusty soil offered a natural space for training and privacy enough that I could be certain no–one would stumble upon my poor mood this afternoon. I lifted my chin from my hand briefly to say one word:
The child pouted.
Akayama Ryuunari had attained the tender age of four when his father decided he should learn the way of the sword. It was the kind of delicate training that could be entrusted only to his most faithful and honoured
I Want All of You 10 - Loss of ControlAs Byakuya and Renji approached Rukia, they saw her leave her tent and turn back towards the forest. Briefly reassured, Byakuya was still uncertain as to why her reiatsu was so disturbed. Although she seemed confused, she didn’t appear to be injured. But when she turned towards them, Renji took a step back and said her name. Byakuya was shaken to see the panic that spread across his fukutaichou’s face.
Eyes wide, Renji was nevertheless mute. He had never before seen that look on Rukia’s face, save for, perhaps once, at the death of Shiba Kaien. Then Rukia had been silent. But she had been without hope then. Her whole being had seemed to cry out with pain. Now, they saw Rukia fall to her knees and start to weep. Then, through her tears, they heard her speak:
“Renji, I didn’t want….. I’ve….. Oh Kami, I’ve killed him…… Byakuya-nii-sama, forgive me! Don’t leave me alone…..”
Byakuya’s eyes widened
You Were DreamingRukia woke in the grey hours before dawn and found herself disorientated. This was not her house. Light crept in through a window behind her and she could hear others breathing in the half-dark. Then she remembered: this was Ichigo’s house. Not only that: she had slept.
She’d been too ashamed of her recent spate of nightmares to risk shutting her eyes with the others around. Spirit creatures didn’t officially need sleep in the same way that humans did. As with food and water, it was possible for a shinigami to go days, even weeks, without sleep. However, it wasn’t particularly wise, since she was still capable of tiredness and that, in turn, bred mistakes. Now that she had finally managed a few hours rest, her body felt warm and heavy; a little achey from yesterday’s exertions. But she could worry about that later. For now, the world was paused.
She moved to roll over and discovered something else: someone was holding her hand.
Well, not exactly holding it
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Takashi IsamuThis is not the world that I was taught would await us, I think, as I lay the sword down, blade turned towards me though it is still in the sheath, and bow my forehead to the ground. My lord will let me remain so as he speaks. I have not yet decided if I am comfortable with this level of humility, though I catch myself even as the thought crosses my mind: it is not my place to decide. Even if I were one of his trusted servants, I would have no right to rise early from my obeisance. As it is, I am not even that. I am here because my lord is charitable and he has taken pity on a masterless swordsman.
"I am impressed," he says.
Part of me simpers. It weeps with gratitude.
I hate this part. I admire instead the part that would have me stand up and demand of him what he expected. My blood is samurai; my family are honourable. Did he not believe me when I told him my story?
I remind myself that it is this latter piece of me, the one that uses a foil of pride, that is a beast. It will no long
I Want All of You 9 - And in my NightmaresSuddenly the sky was striped with lightning and a roar of thunder followed. Rukia sat up with a start. She was alone; it was dark; the clearing and the waterfall had vanished. She realised that she was still in the tent. After a moment’s respite, Rukia felt panic seize her again. She could hear no sound. Silence reigned outside.
She rose quietly and left the tent to find that a heavy fog had enveloped the battlefield. And, though she reached out with her reiatsu, she could sense no shinigami. Where was Byakuya? And Renji? And everyone else? What had happened? Cold apprehension closed over her chest. The atmosphere was heavy.
All at once, there was movement and Rukia felt the presence of hollow all around her. She couldn’t see them but she could sense their approach. She started to run. She needed to get away. They were too numerous, too powerful, too much for her!
“You will not escape us,” said a deep voice in the darkness: “You look as if you will be deli
Merry Go RoundJuushiro was right, Byakuya thought: he was in a strange mood. As he crossed the moonlit garden, it seemed that everything had taken on an exquisite clarity, as if he might trap it all in a glass bauble and keep it locked away safely. His home, the garden: was it his imagination or did they not feel quite so empty as they usually did. He could recall days spent here as a child when he had been surrounded by family, and the lawns had seemed to stretch on forever. He’d pulled wooden toys on string across this grass; he’d dipped his toes into the cool pools. As a young man, he’d courted a woman between the silver branches of the sakura trees.
And now that they were gone, there remained only Rukia. Tonight, even she seemed very far away. He would know if she was dead, he thought. He’d not admitted such to Ukitake because he wasn’t certain of the mechanism of it; he couldn’t feel her reiatsu: it was too weak for him to trace between worlds, but she was a
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Akayama MeiWhen I was a child, my parents said of me I would have a heart that strives always for sunlight.
The people here treat the occasion of our coming as little more than of passing interest. They have had refugees before then.
This is all that is left of our village: five families from the edge of town, and me. And I am all that's left of my family, which means, I suppose, that there is no family anymore, and no house, and no fields to sew and no crops to reap. And I am meant to feel a great and abiding sorrow, save that, when I search for it, the pain is absent. I find only curiosity at this ascent into a strange, new world.
The house winds around the edge of the mountain. I feel compelled to examine it: the rooms, the corridors, the decks that curl like wooden serpents. I thought houses were built horizontally, with perhaps a storey above and one below, but this one is like a piece of a puzzle, fitting part for part into the stone that harbours it. Following the contours of the mount
The Little Girl in the Yellow Nightgown GTChristoph let out a soft grunt as something tiny and warm pressed into his abdomen. Frowning with confusion, the young giant began to sit up in bed, careful not to lose focus on that little tiny feeling on his skin. Rubbing his dark facial scruff, Christoph reached with his other hand to flip the switch of the bed side lamp- he gasped as light flooded his tired eyes, and waited for his pupils to adapt…
The giant then gently removed his bed covers, and gazed down at his bare stomach and breathed out sharply.
The sight before him was astonishing- a girl, a tiny little thumbing of a girl lay shivering on his skin… She had dark long hair, the color of a panther's coat, and skin (much tanner and darker than Christoph's) which was as warm and brown as golden hot chocolate.. Christoph felt his eyebrows furrow as he thought, 'How in the universe has such a little morsel ended up here?"
Christoph was never fond of eating humans- squirmy, fatless little things… B
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.30
There was no way you would consider the current body reaction, the extreme shaking, the dryness of your lips, and the moistness that came to your eyes, was due to Jack being so very close to you. Extremely close. Those large bright blue eyes bore into yours with exquisite curiosity and illusionary worry, because your thoughts believed that was the only thing it could be; an illusion.
Your body trembled even more as you gazed back at the reflection of yourself that should never have existed in those eyes. It couldn’t exist. The person in those eyes looked lost and scared, which you had always tried your very best to avoid in any kind of situation. But the worst part in that reflecting image was the love-struck look you had fathom about for years and never had the accuracy to define it correctly.
Jack moved forward and you stepped back, lifting your hands to rub your eyes and blinked several times. Maybe there was something caught in your eyes, a speck of dust, maybe? Perhap
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Embroidered 12 ( LevixReader AU)
You, Petra and Levi had moved your little group project upstairs in the family loft. The storm had gotten even worse as time flew by. Working by nothing but the light of the candles and flashlights you were just about finished with your group project. All you had to do was print out the statistics and pie chart and you all were done but of course, the power is out and there's no telling when it's going to come back on again. Your laptop was the only source of entertainment but no one could agree on what movie to watch. And no one meaning You and Levi. So here the three of you were. Sprawled out on the floor in the loft staring into the sky light watching as the rain tapped violently against it and the lightning flashed. Normally, thunderstorms would put you to sleep but this is totally different. Your teeth began to ache due to the munchies you had gotten and your stomach cursed you out loudly for neglecting to fill it up. Levi and Petra both heard this and exchanged looks at ea
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
The Pink Mist Ninja 2Ike, a small water filled country on the western part of Japan which was recently hostility taken over by forces of the larger northern country of Naga in a single night. To the Pink Mist this was something she didn't care about but for her next mission she had to know everything about it as much as possible.
In a small inn in the country of Kotoko south of Ike rested a rather chubby man dressed as a lord as he sat in peasant conditions. He was Loz, former head ruler of Ike and had fled the country as Naga invaded his lands. As he stared out at the moon bathed flower gardens, he felt a sudden gust behind him and turn around to see a ninja wearing a pink head mask with matching gloves and tabi socks with black top and trousers which had two pink vertical lines running up her suit on both sides with a sword strap to her back.
"You, you are the Pink Mist?" Loz asked as his voice quivered a little.
"Yes, what did you want to hire me for?" She spoke in a clam tone as she crossed her arms.
Jelsa Edo-jidai AU: Cherry Tree's Branch
Fifty years of a mortal's life
Would be but a fleeting moment
Contrast with the life of Geten
It is nothing but a very dream and illusion
But once they are given life from God
There is no such thing that do not perish
Unless we consider this very seed of awakening
It is a grievous truth indeed
That was the only way Jack was able to summarize his situation upon his arrival at Toketsu Castle.
The Tenshu (main castle tower) was three-stories high, and though small, demonstrates the design required of a castle during periods of war. Standing tall with the height of 164 shaku (164 ft), Jack realized it looked even magnificent up close. The stone walls with large moats and four layers turrets encircles the inner tower of plaster, especially built in order to prevent enemies' siege to scale the walls. But that wasn't what discouraged him the most—It was the size of the annexes and the gard
Bleach Part 60 - The World RevolvesRukia woke to the sound of familiar voices. Very familiar voices that filled her heart with relief.
She'd had a couple of hours sleep, she guessed, back in her own bed for the first time in nearly a year. And now she rose, listening to a heated discussion outside, and dressed in a purple kimono with violet and green flowers winding across the fabric. This would be the first time Ichigo had ever seen here wearing her own clothes. She wondered idly if that affected her choice in any way. She tied a green sash about her waist and stepped outside. The two men, who had been bickering, at once fell silent. "Good morning," she said and sat down on the decking between them, stretching her bare feet into the short grass. Ichigo grinned:
"Rukia. I thought you were meant to be resting."
"How could I? You too were being so loud. What are you doing here?"
"Ichigo's still recovering," said Renji.
"That's not true. I'm fine. I was in the dojo when Kenpachi came in and told me he wants to fight me."
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