HUSH of a sound dissipates through the litany that spewed forth the other’s lips , breaking through with a canticle of sort that befalls ‘pon deaf ears , grazioso of hagemony manifest in two beasts . one , a beast to eradicate . the other , a crow left to eat whatever the beast has left in its’ wake .
but the man who came BARING HIS FANGS retaliates in quietude instead , letting the other speak & assume whatever he wants to . he was nothing but nugacious to the young silver , similarly to a cloud that covers a flower field yet ephemeral . this , too , will come to pass . a cloud that has covered his own field for ten years , waiting , watching , it would seem — but rain isn’t such a bad idea after all , is it ? even if it comes from someone who is the absolute personification of an abbatoir . smirk comes through own grimaced lips , hubris shining through the so - called ` shiroyasha ` , calloused fingers wrapping itself ‘pon the hilt of his trusted bokuto . though his last words perforates through his own developed thick - skin , he cannot help but let the emotions fill him , however it does NOT show . in it’s place is a grin , showing teeth , crimson eyes glinting ‘neath the halcyon of the moon . ❛ beyond me ? ❜ he speaks , amusement & satire present in his voice all at once . boots grating ‘pon concrete floor as he runs ‘twards the other , & a leap as he uses his bokuto ‘gainst the other , ❛ what i need to settle this with isn’t beyond me , stop jokin’ around ! a crow’s turd’s right in front of me , isn’t it ? least i can do is pick it up & put it in the garbage where it belongs ! ❜
beasts are bound by bloodshed, no matter how loudly either may clamor / may howl towards an open, never - ending sky; it is still their blood that stains the ground beneath their feet endlessly, the blood of a thousand felled before them that coats / that clings to jagged palms, the blood that rushes through tired, so tired veins. respite is nothing more than a fever dream for two beasts of burden, and even dreams do not grace those circumscribed to an unyielding state of war.
silence does not compliment such a rampant animal of an existence, yet this thought corrodes into nothingness as swiftly as it surfaces in the moments he merely waits, observes, consumes each reaction, and swallows a scoff at the hypocrisy of it all. a being that so vehemently rejects his nature only to turn, embrace it in his next breath. the shiroyasha grins, once again bares his teeth with none to gain ( when a beast is backed into a corner, it begins to snap its jaws at all who come close ... but what of the beast that so willingly pads into its own enclosure? ) other than an empty / an unwavering gaze through one eye. the demon lurches, and he is quick to assess the shift —— blade freed from its resting place within his shakujo in the same instant he pivots, steps back, meets wood with steel in a harsh collision betwixt the two; albeit only applying enough force to keep the other at bay, for now. pray tell, demon! where is it you obtained such audacious strategies? did it bloom from sheer impulse, or perhaps it was a seed sewn by your beloved sensei? teeth grit behind flattened lips, a brow daring to furrow with the added pressure; yet once he speaks, he wills the well - practiced placidity forth. ❝ you fail to comprehend it. ❞ his words drown in their opacity, as much a threat as a guarantee. weight is pressed forward in an abrupt lunge, an ultimately slight / though conscious increase to the severity of their exchange. he refuses to move. he refuses to give. ❝ instead, you allow your ire to consume you. —— instead, you continue to do away with the life he gave for you. ❞
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