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Me having enrichment time in my enclosure so I dont bite my bf (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)
Hantengu Clones Prompt Meme
For the October Hantengu months I claimed Kanoe is the clones daughter prompt for a short story. Here is a sneak peak, elaborating on the canon scene further when Kanoe was punched by her own dad as a chid and thrown outside:
"When the clones pressed their noses and said she “smelled like them,” the smell carried more than blood. It carried the memory of being property, of being the evidence of an act everyone pretended hadn’t happened. How could she tell them she already owed the village a debt for existing?
“You wouldn’t know,” her brother rasped, voice thin as paper. His belly swelled grotesquely, and back then Kanoe had thought it was a parasite. Later, under Kanae’s tutelage, she learned the truth: end-stage starvation. He died that same night.
“They came,” he coughed. “Four of them. Terrorised the village all night. Said they were collecting debt for their Master. One of them took a fancy to mother… made us watch while he had her.”
He hacked blood into his palm. He had never been kind, never once. He had beaten her when he had strength, stolen what little rice or barley she was given, and spat names at her like knives. Oniko. Kegare-go. Bastard. Demon’s child.
“It’s your fault,” he wheezed. “Your fault mother had to die. That father is the way he is. I curse the day you were born. Everything was fine, before you.”
Kanoe barely heard him. Her nose was bleeding freely, hot trails cutting down her chin. She was too numb to care, too used to the blame pressed onto her shoulders like another sickness in the house.
The next day he was dead. Two rats were gnawing at his face, pulling strips from the bone.