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 Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 1:03 am
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Morning light shone through the thickets as the beginning of day began to rise. The light was dim, but rosey and made Yuki's wings absolutely glimmer, as he did every morning. The days were foggy for him, his only care and comfort being the garden that he had began to tend to on his own one day. It seemed as if it were his destiny, especially within how frail his body truly was. He was not a strong as even the most average of kitsus, and he frequented naps and the likes. Maybe it was just because of his upbringing, which was in itself foggy, or perhaps it was because of underlying illnesses. He honestly hadn't the fairest of ideas and didn't appear to enjoy dawning on such bad moments and thoughts. His body lifted from the ground and he began to approach the small secluded flower keep that he was so familiar of seeing. Vines climb all about, sprouting flowers and blooming beauties all about. Some were morning only, some were all day, and some even came up during the night. All of them glittering as the sun peeked through the leaves and against the morning dew. As he glanced about the colors, there was just something that ached in his mind, and he hadn't the faintest clue why.
It was a certain name that could only be caught upon his tongue. He always remembered this name, despite the fact that the image surrounding the name was generally blurry. It was during his dreams that he could remember bits and pieces. Just as he had found the feather and the red string that continue to keep on his person, he also remembered shapes... vague shapes. Vague images, everything was just vague, vague vague with him, silhouetted by mystery.
With a soft exhale, he continued to check upon his flowers as they all began to stir and slowly open to face the sun, taking in the scents of the fresh morning air.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 1:34 am
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Was it an eternal force or an external one that drove him to wander the land? He wasn't sure anymore. What he did know is that he had to find the reason as to why for as long as he's known that he has worn the ribbons of fate around his tail in the matter that he does and the peculiar feather. Nothing else seemed really to matter to him. He had no family, he had no friends. He had nothing but the shade of destiny that he was attempting to fulfill. For now, he rest in a tree awaiting the new day to begin. His sensitive eyes turned the other way as the sun began to peer up, and he let off a soft exhale. Someday, someday he will get the answers he needs and desires. He knows that they're somewhere, he just has to find them... and he knows he does.
His ears lifted up slightly as he noted the presence of another pass by him. As he peered over the branch which he was perched, his eyes widen and the odd... glow seemed to drip more and more against the bark, sparkling in the morning light. With, for the first time in his seeming life he seemed to hesitate his steps as he stood and floated down off the tree where he was perched. His long scarf barely moving against the grass and foliage below. This... This was the aching feeling that he had. No -- no. He. This stranger. This stranger made everything seem to fit into place, and he knew it. He didn't know at all why he would even be following this particular kitsu, but he just had such a feeling.
However, his name. he knew his name like it was in the back of his mind. He would never forget his name for the rest of his life. With an almost awkwardly soft way of speaking it, he stood at the edge of the flower encampment and called to him.
"Fu...Fujita?"
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