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[shamisenson]

THE FROST TICKLED HIS NOSE. Winter has set in, with it the chill and tingle of the snow at his legs as he stubbornly pushed through it. Donning a coat of straw, Kubo makes his way down the mountain trail, towards the village he called his home.

He hated to be out in this weather, but it would not be the first time, nor the last, he'd be forced to traverse in the frigid cold. The village is as lively as ever downhill, and he knows that as soon as he had gotten what he needed, he could return home to a cozy fire and blankets to stave off the chill.

As he makes his way down, however, Kubo spots something in the distance; a tall silhouette, donning a wide hat. Their figure is almost reminiscent of his aunts—which sends a chill down his spine, far colder than any snow or ice.

He blinks away his uncertainty. No, they're dead. Months had passed since his grandfather joined his side on this plane. Though the memories still felt like raw wounds, he was beginning to coexist with them. And he must press on.

Reluctantly, he continues down the trail, uncertain of where this person was going. Uncertain of where they came from. Until he is close to passing them by.

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To be perceptive, one would have to be...open minded, and concise with why they are. Midnight knew it well, and when she was thrown across time and space once more...she expected it to be the same for others. Yet...the place she had come now, covered in thick snow and deeply tinted grass was not even a place her people had touched.

The East was a place that Satyrians seldom visit--why would they? It wasn't theirs to begin with. There had to be a reason why she was sent here of all places, however--something dark was a foot. Something she needed to find before the humans did--but she didn't know how. She was already sensitive to the towns she had passed by in-- how the people rumor that a Okuri Inu haunts the hills. Whatever that was...she knew she had to keep away from the people.

The ordinary people, that is.

In her week of being here, trying to navigate unfamiliar territory, she had heard of a different rumor. Although the dialect they spoke was strange, one word always stuck in her head... Onryō. And even now, at the stroke of Midnight-- she heard the stroke of kindling in the brush nearby. For once, with her ears up high, she decided to get a closer look.

Hiding behind a tree, Midnight stalked the man by a fire, trying to get a good glimpse of him. Blue oceans watched over closely, as if trying to gauge him carefully--after all, he could be a hunter, sent for the death of whatever than Inu thing the folk called her. As if on some will, she stepped into the snow a little too loudly, causing her to crouch with a surprised look on her freckled face...

...That was too close. Too loud-- all she could do was keep her hand open for her own sword incase of anything now. The woods were too quiet at night too...usually a crickets chirp could mask her deep breaths and shuttered speech.

"...Hah...shit...."

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{{ L }} " You will not find that either. " Kojiro adds, his heart heavy seeing a fellow swordsman burdened by a desire for revenge. " A shame truly, would have loved to cross blades, not as enemies but fellow wielders of the blade. "

[wolfvirago-m]

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It was never pleasant, dealing with those who were so sure of themselves and their foolhardiness. Robin had dealt with plenty of swordsmen who believed they could handle whatever laid within the Lost Woods, laughing off the girl's attempts at saving their hides.

Though, this stranger didn't seem to be that brazen to go running headlong into danger. They probably were just passing through, rather than chasing a bounty or treasure.

"There's hordes of yokai within this forest. It's not safe to travel through here at this hour, especially not alone." Appearing from the bracken, the wolf girl's own hand rests on a blade at her hip, clothes billowing upon the evening wind.

"I suggest turning back, or at least allow me to accompany you to the outskirt trails."

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The wolf-kissed does not retort back, but instead studies the female that they had crossed paths, growing somewhat tense when she passes by them. There's something that poke at them - brisk and ready to fight should the need arise. ❝... Nothing in particular.❞ Speaks the warrior, tone rough as they look over their shoulder. Icy azure gaze stare at her from where she stood behind them. Gloved hand grazes a little at the handle of their axe. Watching. Waiting.

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[jgancurse]

"I have." The traveler confirms, keeping her head low and face partially obscured by her hat. She hard heard rumors about him. A demon.Like her. Of course, Mizu doubted the validity of such rumors. She was only concerned with one thing as she tracked him down. Information. "You're not an easy person to find." from here.

                  ❝ you put in all this effort when there are easier ways to die. ❞ hiei pivoted his footing through the ankle-high snow, awarding his stalker his undivided attention. he'll grant this person a moment of his time, as he weighs what to do with them. to discard their silken skin off their bones with meticulous swipes from his sword or to simply reduce them to a blackened husk and be done with it, either or is quite feasible. he's certain this person was just a foolishly stubborn human hunter and posed nothing worthy of note, except for their tenacity in tracking their would-be killer.

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