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hcavensarrow replied to your post: ranseiuniter replied to your post: ...
i mean u also straight up said that if swordward and shieilbert didn’t look Like That they would’ve been the next submas so i assume its just haunted the back of your memory like it has me
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FINALLY WE CAN INTERACT WITH THE FUCKIN ANIMALS…..
(NOT ONLY THAT BUT ANNA AND JERITZA HAVE BEEN ADDED!!)
OH, HE’S IN TROUBLE. Crime is not the sparsest within his country, and that much he knows. There are kind souls who live poverty and cruel souls that live in wealth, and then there are those this way and that way. At the very least, he’s glad that his disguise has not been figured out.
To the thieves who had snatched him, he was just a peasant boy with a handful of yen that he had earned from playing his SHAMISEN on the streets. Kubo figured that he would be in a much bigger pickle if they learned he was anything more. The boy had been lifted off of his feet and scruffed by the back of the worn red kimono he adorned. Despite his flailings, the prince in disguise did not have the strength to break free. “ HEY! Let go of me! Let me go! ” He protests.
He might as well be a ragdoll in a child’s arm. “ Is this seriously all you’ve got?! I know I saw more in those pockets of yours, kid! Where is it? ” One of the thieves hissed. “ You’re making this a lot harder than it has to be ... ” // @hcavensarrow
“Ok, I mean, I did detective good enough to see through your horseshit, so I can’t be too bad.”
@ilianquisition insert meme tag link here Anyways
“I wouldn’t say that, considering the answer’s been under your nose the entire time.”
It had been almost two months without any real work- the longest dry spell of their entire partnership. Usually by this point, Heinwald would have dragged them out on some sort of excursion, but between false reports or petty squabbles dragging Curran away and his obligations as a lord, neither of them had a chance to relax.
Then again, neither of them liked milling about and relaxing either.
Two days of proper rest before Heinwald was at Curran’s door.
While most of Heinwald’s hunts had been for cryptids or curiosities rumored along the countryside, the proposition he posed was quite unusual- conservation effort.
“It's been a rather illusive species as of late, which is concerning, considering it's overabundance mere months ago. I believe it's been poached to near extinction. It drives out vermin, you see, much like a cat in some regards, but a little more brutish. Given a lack of proper care and simulation, however, it's been known to wither and die, as it's a very social creature who does not fair well under the constant strenuous conditions.”
Curran, naturally, asked what it was called. Heinwald had already left to pack.
Whatever it was (the anonymity was more concerning than anything, given some of the other creatures Heinwald suggested they seek out), it could most naturally be found at dawn and dusk and near quieter settlements, which left them time for errands before they headed out into the woods.
Or, rather, it left Heinwald time to peruse the local bookstore and apothecaries, as the town had an orphanage in need of a big brother to play with.
As the sun dipped, they rendezvoused at the town’s end, hiking into the thicket just as the sky began to shift in color.
It was only then that Curran really got any description: shaggy maned, omnivorous, a strong hunter- a rather large animal, but not to the point of intimidating. A curious creature, it tended to seek out non threatening humans that entered its territory in order to investigate them, which is when they were most often captured and exploited.
Their stroll proved rather fruitless, besides the rather stunning view of the sunset, which left them with a nice dinner, drinks, and rest.
And then dawn. Ungodly, early dawn.
Curran was already up, as usual, acting as Heinwald’s morning rooster. It was obvious he gave the creature a lot of thought in the hours between, suddenly aware that he’d never encountered, or heard of such a creature before.
Even if Hein insisted it was rather common, the inquisitor had, well, inquired at the bar, apparently, which turned up just as fruitless as their walk.
“We’ll find it this morning,” Hein said between yawns, “I’m sure of it.”
He insisted that the afternoon walk was to allow the creature to become familiar with them- judge them as friend, not foe. Surely it would reveal itself now.
But while the birds sang, as the sun rose, and as breakfast was consumed out in the familiar clearing, it struck him.
“There isn’t anything out here,” Curran stated, but gave his partner the benefit of the doubt with a question anyways, “is there?”
“Would I endeavor to send us on a wild goose-chase without reason?”
“No, but there isn’t anything out here. You couldn’t even be bothered to give it a made up name- or you knew I’d ask people, so you made me describe it to people instead, but what you did give me was vague enough that someone could have said they thought they saw something.”
“An astute observation, for an assistant.”
The corner of Curran’s mouth twitched. It always did when he was complimented, whether he realized it or not. “Ok, I mean, I did detective good enough to see through your horseshit, so I can’t be too bad.”
“I wouldn’t say that, considering the answer’s been under your nose the entire time.”
That made his brow furrow, the scar on his forehead twitching in irritation, “So then what the hell are we looking for?”
Heinwald’s voice was monotonous, “Your smile.”
One of the best things about Curran, in the detective’s not so humble opinion, was that one could watch every thought pass through his mind if they were familiar with him. At first it seemed as though the inquisitor wasn’t sure he even heard Heinwald right (it was commonplace), but when he offered no explanation, everything fell into place behind his eyes.
Illusive as of late, overabundance mere months ago, drives out vermin,much like a-
“You called me a brute cat!”
“Brutish.” Heinwald corrected, “Loveable nonetheless.”
And just as Hein said. Curran smiled.
@hcavensarrow
The balance of the forest had shifted. Fiends were making their way through the area- scattered enough that most of the local inhabitants could easily avoid them, but often enough that feeding grounds were getting harder and harder to graze within safely. Friends were growing weak and easier to hunt. Fiends were eating more and getting stronger.
Strong enough to pick fights with humans.
Commotion from the wood’s end sent the birds up in a panic and sent Rawn towards the cause in a flash. Leaving his last kill unattended was wasteful, but if a friend was in trouble, a little spoiled meat was better than death.
While the critter in question (and the human who was with them) was not an inhabitant of his woods, he wouldn’t let any more of them be hurt.
Six arrows flew from the treeline, found their mark and fell the beast.
One giddy boy flew down after them, landing on a roll in front of the fox with a piece of meat in his hand.
“Not hurt? Here!”
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A young girl emerges from behind the trees and despite her unthreatening child-sized stature, DAVID is the one who feels like a deer caught in the crosshairs. “WOAH!” Startled, he reels back a few large steps, giving him room to “safely” register this newfound stranger in the woods.
“Y-Y-Y-You’re a--...” he wants to say human but, golly, there’s no telling with these woods and this is WAY too weird an encounter. Maybe she doesn’t look as bedraggled by the wild as, say, Nikki, but the girl wasn’t at all familiar, nor was she wearing any camp uniform HE’S familiar with.
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait hold on,” David presses a palm to his forehead, letting his mind slow down and fixate on the issue here. He might have heard her mention “fox” but David was all too ready to jump to his own interrogations.
“What are you doing out here?! Are you with a camp?”
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"What in blazes is a yokai??”
"Whatever it is, I’m afraid you’re gravely mistaken. This is clearly the work of fiends. Only they could wreak such havoc on such a guarded village.”
The sweet scent of the magnolias blossoming to herald the late spring perfumed the air to the point that each breath he took outright tasted sweet on his tongue, but the atmosphere was still nothing if not oppressive. Heinwald reached out and rested a bony, blackened hand against the unnatural grooves left in the side of what had once been a stone home. For a pack of fiends to have such powerful claws as to rake through granite as though it were butter... They were particularly ferocious fiends, perhaps, but fiends nonetheless. He could recognise the shape and girth of the claw marks anywhere.
"Tell me, are you a native to this village?? Or are you a traveller??”
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Dark eyes stared at the girl in silence before a predatory grin spread across her features. However in her defense all of her expressions tended to take on a predatory look, such were the downfalls of a wolf’s appearance.
“No, even then, it will not have been for nothing,” her voice echoed with a breathy chuckle, “Because it was not for them, but for you. Regardless of what has or will happen, you are the one standing here.”
