O BLOODY ROSE

a fox is a wolf who sends flowers. *** affiliated kurama from yyh.

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mizukata‌:

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     Only the moonlight allowed him to see the path ahead of him, the silence  embracing the night, a spot reserved for him to pause his surveillance activities. Usually there would be no need for this, however for the last few minutes he had heard the odd vibrations between the tree leaves; the sound didn’t match the wind flow, indicating an exterior presence disrupting. The steps, the pauses, movements, and aura, this was no normal presence, this was in fact a demon. 

     No regular human can see the discrepancy between those altered factors, some can’t even see the difference between a normal person and a demon standing in front of them, however Giyuu was no regular human, he was a demon hunter and one of the bests. He stays still, knowing he individual was close, closer than he would like, the pillar had no intention to confront him, in his current position he had no chance to win and he knew one of his strengths was to acknowledge his limits. 

     ❝ Are you going to hide in there forever ?❞ To think he was actually talking to a demon like that, had he gone softer? 

          Late as it is, Kurama doesn’t expect much of anyone to be wandering around, just nocturnal creatures and the like. He’s here though, for all the good living as a human has done for him, some habits are hard to break and harder still when there’s no one around he has to perform for. He makes his own schedules now, sleeps the few short hours needed, and goes along with whatever he wants to do. Usually sticking to the forested and wooded areas—a natural draw, given his nature. Curious though, that a someone would be around at this hour; human as far as he can tell. Definitely not a normal one by any means, however.

          “It’s less hiding and more curious observing.” Kurama states. Removing himself from shadows of the trees, his posture is deceptively calm. Perhaps, if he was anyone else, he would have stayed covered and careful, but conversations are better had face-to-face. As it is, he does at least keep a polite distance away. “I normally don’t see people around this late, so you’ll have to forgive me for that. So, what’s got you out at this hour, if you don’t mind me asking of course?”

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onihanas‌:

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     MAPLE LEAVES TINGED VERMILLION FALL IN SPIRALS FROM ABOVE ! autumn bled through the forest in its fiery brilliance. nestled in the auburn light, a modest shrine and the miko attending to it. lost in thought she dithers beneath the torii gates. an artifact spirit with rabbit ears dancing and weaving around her ankles yet her gaze remains skyward. soil underfoot each crack and brush indications of an impending arrival. keen ears flicking slightly at the sound as her eyes return to the stone-lined path before her; no longer was the trodden road vacant. ❛ oh, i didn’t see you coming this way       you’re not lost are you ? we don’t usually get many visitors. ❜ 

     the sharp-toothed yokai leaps into her arms allowing himself a better view of the approaching man. he begins to chatter in her ear to which she responds to with a hush and a yielding finger pressed to his mouth. ❛ the foxes don’t allow people to get too close. ❜ the realization dawns on her mid-speech. ❛ but they do make exceptions… depending on the person. ❜ battling her wandering mind she had been unable to make the distinction sooner. the magic was weak but there was no denying its source as the halfling grew more alert of her surroundings ( suspicion is ripe on her tongue yet it remains poised there; a peculiar shared secret she dares not speak )

          Excitement has left the foxes chattering as of late—a return heralded of a friend they thought long gone to the whims of the Island. So, it is at the behest of his own curiosity that leads him searching, though less searching and more being led to the part of the ward he tends not to tread. He knew of the shrine and its placement, but personal interest rarely caused him to venture near its perimeter—more thief than anything that he is. Perhaps, if not for the foxes, he would have been surprised to see the girl at the gates and hear the ease she speaks of the foxes habits—though their information was vague, secret keepers in every form, but their attention is so rarely caught by humans.  

          “You’ll have to forgive me then if I’m keeping you from working.” He stops a polite distance away. Though it is neither of their actual territory, he expects she might act as a pseudo guardian of sorts or a caretaker at the very least. No reason to rudely encroach; there is a sort of etiquette to be had no matter how displaced he may be. “I never walk out this way, but the foxes have spoken fondly of you in the little information that they have given, at least.” There is no reason that he can see to beat around a proverbial bush. “My curiosity happened to get the better of me. Besides, I tend to spend most of my days in the surrounding grove. I think we would have run into each other eventually.”

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          “Thank you for your help.” Kurama practically exhales, the gratitude genuine in his words and visible on his features. “Times like these I do wish I had a car or something to make all the walking easier.” Though he does pause, considering his words while hiking a bag od soil in his arms higher when it threatens to slip. “I actually don’t even know how to drive now that I think about it, so maybe I don’t need a car.” It wasn’t as if he ever had a need to learn and even here, it doesn’t seem important to know. At least he found a decent plant nursery near enough to where he lives, and that’s really all he could ask for at this point. “But still, I’m sorry to have gotten you caught up in helping me so suddenly and carrying my things. Maybe I could make you something as a thank you. How do you feel about tea?”

@prodigiousquirk​  , s.c.

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You yourself are the bizarre flower of some unknown dream.

Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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          “So, are you a fox or not?” he asks, half amused and half genuinely curious. Perhaps a bit rude to ask and a bit broad in the questions besides; Kurama’s been alive long enough to know there can be certain minute details about these things that make all the difference – better to ask something that can be narrowed down. It feels safe enough to ask anyway given that her ears stand proudly on her head, so he isn’t wrong for assuming something nonhuman at the very least. He just wishes his sense weren’t dulled so, then he wouldn’t even have to ask. 

 @daitouren, s.c.

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          “I’m sorry she scared your cat.” The apology is sincere and Kurama bows low as he can as to not squish the fox kit in his arms. He knew one of his neighbors had a cat – a kitten really – and he knew the fox he took to caring for made a habit of watching from the windows whenever she could and had an interest to. He just didn’t seem to properly predict her brazen nature as she decided to try to dart up to both owner and feline as soon as she stepped foot out the door for a walk. Kurama is thankful for his quick reflexes in moments like these. “If it makes you feel any better,” He continues once he straightens his posture. “I think she was just curious. Wild thing has probably never seen a cat before; she just doesn’t know how to be subtle about it.”

@noircbbon, s.c.

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kicks feet in the air. i will be doing replies on here sometime this week, so i’ve decided now is a good a time as any for a new starter call! we’re going to cap this at three likes, but my ims are open as always.

[istehlurvz]

briefly falls into yyh hell 

Kurama has the shittiest outfits and I love him and Yoko more than I can describe?!?!

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greatseedling‌:

Martel didn’t care much for shoes. They were often tight and binding in ways that made her feel uncomfortable- she’d rather feel the earth on her toes. But this was a special occasion, one where she didn’t mind the prospect of being fitted with shoes- skates, rather. 

“Minamino Shuichi…” Martel repeated, the name was quite a mouthful- foreign, “Ah! I’m Martel… Yggdrasil, but you may just call me Martel, it’s much easier that way.”

She found herself to a bench, throwaway socks available on dispense that made trying on skates much more hygienic. The first pair was surprisingly comfortable- almost shockingly so. Large feet were the curse of half-elves such as herself, far too big for typical elven sizes. It ran through her mind in waves of relief. “Alright, that solves that. How are yours?”

          Kurama knows folklore and legends and histories, and the name Yggrasil is familiar enough to pique his curiosity. He comes to a quick decision to leave it, however, given that he has his own secrets to keep and such. That and he doubts anyone wants to be questioned so suddenly when the task at hand is supposed to be a fun learning experience.

          “Martel it is then.” He says with a nod and finishing the task of putting on his own pair of skates. It’s surprising seeing them in such good condition, used to dingy rental pairs that never fit quite right, but just enough to be useable. At least this place seems to know what they’re going in terms of keeping everyone satisfied.

          “They fit perfectly.” Says Kurama as he makes to stand, careful since it’s been a while, but his balance is good. He extends both his hands in front of him to be held onto. “Here, things can get a little unsteady first even when you aren’t in the ring.”

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sanpatron‌:

“ Nurseries? Aren’t you a little too young to be expecting a child? ” Unfortunately for Kurama he has come across this paradoxical man. One who is rather intelligent when it comes to many things he does, but also downright fucking stupid at other points in the day. Sadly this was one of them. It takes the Boss almost several seconds before his eyes catch glimpse of the planter in the young man’s arms.

‘ Oh…. Well I’m a dipshit. ’ He thinks to himself in a rare moment of self-awareness.

“ Wait. Fuck. My bad. Uh, I don’t really know of any nearby plant nurseries, but I’m sure you could look it up on your phone. Unless you’re like new here. Then you’re kinda shit outta luck. ”

          The child comment catches him off guard for a split second, leaving Kurama wide-eyed in a way he doesn’t often find himself in. It’s rectified soon, at the very least, and he supposes the confusion is completely warranted. It’s probably odder to be asking about a plant nursery or at least not as common.

          “No, it’s alright. My question was unexpected either which way.” He assures, expression turning to a slight frown upon hearing what else the man had to say.

          “I am new here, which definitely doesn’t help me at all. The phones probably couldn’t help me right away, anyway. I haven’t taken the time to figure out exactly how they work. I’m used to bigger models and corded landlines, so I feel a bit out of date.”  

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souldevouress‌:

            SHE’S   unsure. 

            There was a time — it feels like a very long time — when Velvet had an immense soft spot for animals. She once had three best friends, and two of them were Niko’s dogs. As much as she enjoyed hunting wildlife, she never took more than her family needed — and indeed, thought about torn animal families more than she should have. But she’s also aware that animals know far more than most humans ever could… And she doubts they’d take a whiff of her and react kindly. She likely would have lingered there much longer, shuffling weight from one foot to the other, if the stranger hadn’t spoken up. 

                 ❛   You sound sure of yourself. How would you know ? Did they tell you that ?   ❜   Her gruff tone was easy to perceive as dismissive, downright sarcastic — but her eyes dart quickly from one fox pup to the other, lingering on the sole vixen in charge. 

          The tone his words are met with do little to bother him – understandable, given the oddity of his claim. Wild animals are still wild animals; fierce under normal circumstances if one isn’t careful, fiercer more so when offspring are involved. Even Kurama would not have been allowed to stay for long if the mother did not permit it. That, the stranger seems to realize on some level considering the attention given towards the vixen despite initial questions being directed at Kurama.

          “You could say that.” He says, enough levity in his voice that it’s hard to tell how serious he actually is. When the vixen lays down on her belly, he figures that might as well be a good enough sign. “See, you’ll be fine. Animals are good at picking up on those that may or may not want to cause harm. I’ve heard that foxes are used to people here anyway, enough that they open their village to them and everything.”

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soletaire‌:

     IN THE PAST TWENTY MINUTES OR SO, OSWALD LEFT AND reentered the Bamboo Grove more than once. The number of times that he did this weren’t kept track of by the man himself—whatever he was so fixated on was the only subject at the forefront of his mind. He wasn’t aware of how peculiar his behavior might have come across either, pacing back and forth with his head tilted upwards, yet still knowing to avoid stray rocks or branches that he could trip over. ❝ —so it’s only here. That’s strange. It shouldn’t be a full moon tonight. ❞ Suddenly stopping in his tracks, but without ever looking away from the moon, it was a wonder if he actually noticed another presence nearby.

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          Kurama sleeps poorly, or rather, he sleeps a few short hours when he feels it’s a necessity. Tonight, it isn’t as needed as other nights, so he lets himself wander the wooded areas of the Island – glad that he doesn’t have to consider sneaking out or worry much about waking others. When he traverses the Bamboo Grove, he does not expect another person to be awake at this hour and neither does he expect to see someone so intently looking at the sky. The stranger proves a point though, he notes glancing skyward.

          “And an eclipse shouldn’t happen every few days.” He offers, though unprompted. “The patterns of this place are all out of sync. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had their own constellations.”  

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betrayou‌:

It had been a failed attempt in exploration; pedaling deep into isolation till he’s so terribly lost in his chosen pathway and as he threads deeper, a scent so distinctly sweet wafted in the air; floral. How it made him woozy, disgust bubbling into an ache and his bicycle is wobbly in its wheels, side ways he goes, right and left and not looking anymore. Shoichi goes on for a second, pedaled too fast not noticing the stranger in his way and when he does it’s almost too late, an ungraceful yelp leaving his throat as he force himself to manouver out of the man’s way hitting instead a tree. 

The impact is harsh, his head is swirling dizzy and the smell— the smell of flowers is still in the air.  Still, he tries to focus his attention elsewhere;  bespectacled hues falling onto him.  Shoichi offers a smile, apologetic, timid and all too worried.   ❝  Are you, are you alright ?  ❞

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          The field of flowers that constitute Savior’s Respite is lovely in its simplicity. One of the few calming areas of the Island that Kurama finds it appealing enough to frequently visit after the initial first glance. A place to easily collect his thoughts at the very least which he appreciates. For a place of relative quiet, he shouldn’t be too surprised when a customary visit goes a little strange in the form of an almost person to bike collision. Seeing the other head right into a tree of all things doesn’t necessarily help him feel any better about the outcome. It looked painful and disorienting, and he can’t help the shoulder hunching wince he does out of sympathy.  

          “I didn’t just run into a tree, so I suppose I am fine.” He rebuttals; concern lacing the threads of his words. Kurama makes his way over, hands outstretched in an offer. “That was a very bad collision. I should be asking if you’re fine and thank you for not running me over.”  

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gyuupyo‌:

“heya, mister minamoomin!” kurama, bless his heart, encounters an odder shrub among crowding others―a creative eye might have seen a black muffin top protruding from the ground―it wriggles in the bramble, tufts wool-like upon closer inspection, and before long it uproots with a sprightly shimmy-pop. “you’re here again, yeah!”

and evidently so is lambo, bug-eyed mug distinct even through its thin membrane of grime. he blinks up at kurama, heavyset head of his canting to the left as he scales up his company. the entirety of their bizarre encounter begged for context, clarification, just a merciful lick of sense for once in lambo’s curious little orbit. but maybe some questions need not be answered.

their meeting is purely coincidental while entirely convenient. lambo hunches over himself to rifle through a battered pocket, then rebounds with a fistful of grasses―urged up as an offering. “lambo-san found these for you! they’re like the ones you taught him about, yeah!” for the most part. crumpled lavender sprigs mingled with mugwort and rosemary, among what other plant life he had thought familiar enough to harvest.  //  @foxtheft

          Kurama has known for a long time that children aren’t his strong suit. They require too much and produce too little; his time as Youko did not gear him towards childrearing of any sort and his time as a human did not necessarily cultivate his care for them as he grew up an only child. His more patient though, kinder too, and that, for Lambo is a boon the child doesn’t even realize and won’t have to. After all, Kurama has dealt with worse than excitable children with a penchant for getting stuck in the shrubbery. That and Kurama appreciates the fact that the boy listens, something he can’t say for demons who boast of age and wisdom.

          He smiles at the child’s tumbling mispronunciation of his name and the enthusiasm at which the flowers are presented. Kurama is not often given gifts outside of close friends and his forever doting mother. “Thank you Lambo. I very much appreciate them.” He takes the plants with the utmost care, even more so given their rough state – still usable though, Kurama notes, and tucks them through the strands of his hair.

          Figuring that Lambo intends to keep him company for at least an hour or two, Kuruma lowers them both to the grass cushioned earth and transfers Lambo from his shoulders to his lap. “Do you recall what I told you lavender is used for?” he starts an impromptu lesson while beginning the task of plucking brambles and burs that have stuck fast to the child.

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          Kurama’s been alive long enough to know the pull of forced sleep – hazy and uncomfortable as it is, knows better than to fight it. Not when he isn’t aware of the initial cause or how to prevent it. Annoying as this situation is, inconvenient – more specifically, the effects of whatever somnia inducing haze that has pulled him under are not at all unpleasant.

          He is back home, painfully nostalgic being back is and strange on top of that. It feels akin to a memory replayed as a dream; oddly vivid in its execution, but Kurama wonders if that’s because of his steel trap of a memory or something enhanced by the situation. so far it isn’t harmful, so goes along with it with a healthy amount of careful wariness and enough normalcy so that nothing seems out of the ordinary to the dream-memory inhabitants.  

         At the very least, it’s a simple one but the feeling of it fills him with a warmth not experienced in his time away. It’s just him and his mother working in their shared garden not too long after her time in hospital. She’s a little weak still, but the chatter is lively and laughter ringing true. She comments on how well he’s kept up with the garden in her time away before heading back inside to get them drinks. 

         When his mother is gone, Kurama’s demeanor changes into something tenser and much more alert than he was seconds prior. “So tell me, are interlopers common during whatever this is? Or are you just a little too curious for your own good?” words spoken in a tone brooking on conversational; Kurama stands, addressing the person that has appeared at his back and right in the middle of the backyard. Stranger situations have happened, but it pays to be cautious.

@quiet-or-die, dreamscape

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sorry for the sudden radio silence on this blog; i figure the event will be a good way to ease back into things. that said, here’s a tiny event starter call that i will be capping at 2, and you’ll see me in your dms so we can figure something out!

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Come, let’s fight with rose petals.

Nazih Abou Afach, Rose War (via flikka)