Jump to content
Twitterpated

Sokui no Rei (Jigoku no Toshi)

Recommended Posts

“Master Kenshi we’ve received word the celebration has already begun. Hundreds of people are gathering in the Red District, you will be attending the ceremony no?”

Weeks would pass, the former Hoga-Sha was no longer a bodyguard for the Emperor and his family. Still, he’d give life as quick he’d take one any moment for the heir and their lineage. Months of his service awarded him the rank of Imperial Army General, not only, but the Daiookami upped himself into his enjoyments and passions of Combat, opening the School of the Rising Sun as Soke Grand Master for the Dojo. Seemed since the success of capturing five war packs from Cobran, bringing with them to Jigoku four of their Alpha leaders; Kenshi’s esteem within the Nation was if not at near peak by now. That, along with the tall tale of him severing a man’s hand faster than a speeding bullet with his Blade during the Renovation Ball; a fellow reached at the Heika a little too aggressively and suffered true loss. Not only, but now his own hand was wanted in exchange for the damages caused. There was no way in his two-hundred years of semi-immortality he was giving it up. They had to take it and with force. Children of Jigoku loved to hear that story be told over and over as if it never aged with the months that passed. They idolized Momoku for his dedications and sword talents. The man was no more a myth, beyond the jurisdiction of the Nation he was known as the Legendary Swordslayer. Within Hinode no Gakko’s walls trailing the outline of a pupil, walking the circumference of a rather wide, spacious circle etched into the stone from the Dojo floor. The New Moon student was to take reoccurring steps in sequence using both legs respectively. The way of Taijutsu circle-walking was Kenshi’s basis for Martial teaching in which literally, only in proper form and placement of the feet one can truly execute it’s methods of stillness. His Student, a poor farmer’s boy whom plowed the crops for the Imperial Nation, a blind young lad Kenshi felt he could assist in lesson and sensory skill. Since the break of Dawn they’ve been practicing Katas similar to the Eight Trigrams repeating the techniques until they were done correctly and it was now Dark outside. Night had fallen upon them and the young lad was exhausted on his First day.

“Kenshi-Soke my feet feel like sores are sprouting from standing on them all day. Burning the back of my legs, we have stood in this circumference the entire time. I don’t see how this pertains to true power and strength, I’m only walking in circles.”

The Dojo itself was heavily influenced on early Shugendo beliefs, kakejiku scrolls littered the walls about telling tales from many different lifetimes of the Senjo no Ookami as early as his pilgrim years to his late Tsujigiri days of challenging every swordsman he came across in battle. Various weapons acquired from numerous amounts of Asian influences organized along the walls and shelves alike to a set of eyes, went untouched and were just for show. A full-plated Armour set rested as a mannequin in the far centre of the room polished in a thick coat of obsidian dragon scales, a brown seal or Kamon representing the Kokuryu no Kibo embroidered upon the cuirass or torso of the armor. A pair of Blades, one the Odachi and a Wakazashi mounted above on a wall behind the Samurai Armour in a pair of crimson red scabbard or saya. At the back wall the large artwork of Seven different Ookami Warriors from separate packs joined together. Symbolically, this brotherhood represented the many different nations of backgrounds it took to build such an Empire. Though the boy was unable to witness it with his own eyes, he would be told of it’s origin and beauty. These Swordslayers came to be known as the Wolves of Jigoku. 

“Power is not given, what is strength? An old man defends himself against a band of thugs with only a stick. We are Wolves of Jigoku, young one. Strength is already within you. An entire day’s training  is what you earned because you had the power to push through the limits of your own body. If you cannot walk the circles, you cannot run. If you cannot run, what will you do in battle? The old man defended himself, not because he had power or strength, but because he was given the tools to do so against tougher enemies. You will do twenty more of these circles, or I will not attend the Celebration and I will no longer teach you these lessons.”

Edited by Etched in Stone

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

The Emperor sat patiently awaiting his rising Empress to join him and his precious heir in the throne room prior to venturing out among the public. From the sounds of things, their nation was already well into celebration. He wasn't expecting many foreign visitors considering his questionable heritage and rule, though he had earned his self given title among several other sovereigns across these lands. For this reason alone, he entertained the thought of an open invitation. He need not waste his time for potential rejections, only to assure those curious that they were more than welcome to come and see what all the ruckus in the Midlands was about. In his Draconic, right arm he cradled Akui whom appeared to have briefly dozed off. Still in his infant state, he spent much time doing just this. Sleeping. Curious it was considering his lack of human genetics. A measly 12% compared to his remaining gene pool. That was the curious thing about hybrids, one was never certain of what to expect out of their offspring. He was reminded in that moment of the words the Black Queen had shared with him in Ursa Madeum. 

Starring down at Akui's face with narrowed, indigo eyes  Koji examined his features and finding reminiscent admiration over his features that more resembled his mother. Beneath those chubby cheeks was the structure of an angular face. This face shape along with the shapes of his eyes and his mouth resembled Kimi, leaving Koji's head and nose shapes, as well as Koji's brow line. So far, the boy had dark nails, but there wasn't a single scale in sight. But of course he had to recall the boy was as little dragon as he was human. Still, the sliver of Draconic soul could be felt deep within the majority outer layers of Demonic/Yokai essence. There was a certain calm about the slumbering infant that made Koji feel uneasy, though such a feeling was so foreign to him that he couldn't begin to understand why or decide personally how to respond to such a feeling. Like with all else, he defaulted to masking his emotions as far as his body language and face were concerned. 

As he waited, his staff was busy guarding the necessary items Koji had determined were worth awarding to his rising Empress. In tandem with the traditions began by his joining with Kimi only a couple years back, he saw fit to deliver his late Empress' relics unto her successor. The same way his artifacts would be awarded to Akui the day he became the Emperor proper. The two items he had to offer Katiya were extremely useful to anybody that possessed them, though he doubted she would find the joy he wished her to have in them, thus he had a third gift to bestow upon her. Not that he mistook her for a woman vested well into material. He knew what they shared was more than enough to sate her happiness, but he also agreed with his late Empress that there was something important to be had in tradition. Surely it must have been rather ironic that the woman his late wife despised most would be the very woman to realize and concrete the traditions of this nation in her stead.

@Dreamer

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

It had been weeks since he uttered the words. Even longer since they had been at the bath house getting acquainted with each other once again. At first she was in shock, not only had the Empress died and left their first born Akui alone, Koji had decided her place in the empire. 

Right beside him.

The last couple of years flew through her mind. The Halo, his father, the Empress, as well as their fleeting time together. While promises were usually broken in her eyes, Koji's were absolute. His promises were unbreakable and unbending when his mind was made up. The other thing she recognized was that he had come back to her. He came back to get what he wanted, and she still couldn't fathom why it was her. 

The vampire did not ask about his late Empress. Despite the fact that she was not fond of Koji choosing her to come along on their journey, she could not hold a grudge against the dead. Nor did she find it tasteful to speak ill of the first Akui's mother, when soon she might be taking over her duties.

When he had time, Katiya would catch him holding the bundle. Clearly he would make a diligent father even with his status. His children would not have a falter of affection. While she could not produce offspring the traditional way, each of his children would become her own in some way. There was a comfort in that, and a comfort in him not expecting that from her. 

Much more than children was the empire she would help oversee. There were responsibilities that she would have to pick up quickly. However, that didn't deter her in the least. She had been used to helping raise armies with a stern fist. For she knew that the Emperor’s goal was to extend the empire and continue to build upon the structure that already lay ground work. 

---

All night she lay still on the small cushion keeping her pressed hair off the ground. Blonde locks had been brushed, mangled, pulled and oiled until they lay in perfect traditional coils around her head.

Everything felt like a blur at the moment. She could see herself standing in the mirror. Her slender, porcelain  frame, naked against the backdrop of vibrant colors her room had. Servants went whizzing by and she listened to their commands like a doll. Lifting her arms up, turning, putting them down again. Layers upon layers of silk and linen tied against her body.

'Kosode' Katiya began recalling the layers of the junihitoe in her head as they were put on her. 

'Nagabakama, hitoe, itsutsuginu, uchiginu, uwagi, karaginu, finally, mo.' The last bits of formal jewelry were placed on her head and in her hair. Make up had been applied though she didn't need much. 

Another look in the mirror, and the weight of the heavier garb made her pause. Katiya admired the delicate colorful silks and embroidered plants, flowers, even animals that climbed along her frame. Having not admitted it to herself before, she could now in silence. 

She wanted to be here.

The doors to the throne room opened for her. It felt like a long distance to reach him and Akui. Katiya matched Koji in expression, there was none on her own face, at least not until she finally reached the Emperor and prince. Her head delicately dipped along with part of her body in greeting. 

"Good evening, Emperor." She smirked. 

@Twitterpated

Edited by Dreamer

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

1fbg2d.pngCeline greedily enjoyed the silence of the large room occupied only by herself and the variety of pillows and satins and laces scattered about the elaborately polished floor. This is a time for celebration, a moment to thank the gods and their fate for all the greatness provided to them and the wonders to come now that an Empress has finally entered the household. Because of that, the room was empty, leaving the Concubine to her thoughts.

Time had readily gone by her in a most unagreeable manner. She and Kaori have made themselves at home within the shadow and warmth of Koji and his growing Empire. Certain relationships have been strained, some have been rectified, and others no longer carry any worth to them at all. Celine did not wish to return to the past and change what's already been done, for who knows what her current situation would be if she did so. Koji still kept her, that alone is a gesture that shows trust and understanding, and she will not stain such a thing with dirty antics. Kaori is back, safe and healthy; she will not dare to compromise the care of her child.

How long, though? Time sped on by like nothing, leaving the recent weeks and months blurred and intangible things. It did nothing to make her feel comfortable as she had in the beginning; her brief capture and torture left her felt awkwardly broken and subtly unsure. Not once has she taken a misstep in protecting her Emporer, those moments of loss did not stain her duty towards Koji, and she will not allow them to - never. No matter the past, she is his Concubine - nothing less and nothing more.

Also, the mother to his Kaori . Speaking of ...

Celine sighed, lifting her arm to reveal the slumbering form of her child that nestled her way into Celine's lap. The long sleeves of her mother's elaborate dress were captured in the grasp of tiny hands that dared the woman to move. Bare shoulders shook with silent laughter; the two had been put through some torture for the celebration. The Concubine was dressed in extreme reds and golds; the dress shifted down to reveal the length of her neck swooping down into the curves of her shoulders and the shift of her collar. Her hair was left unaffected, brushed till it was molten waves spilling around her - no trinkets, no gems or jewels, nothing else was needed. 

Kaori's attire was similar to her mother's, exuberant it was in the reds and golds. Unlike her mother, the child had a lovely comb in her hair dark hair (a gift) and between her eyes was a pretty decoration - the pale shape of a red flower. All the work was done to the cute thing, and she decides to take a nap and wrinkle her dress and undo her hair.

"You are a mess, child."

She poked the messy child on the nose, causing the sweet thing to wrinkle it in disdain before turning over on her side, getting more tangled in her mother's dress. 

Edited by Aleksei

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Begrudgingly Noi sat within the darkness of her room, at home with the black laces and fur covered interior of her room. Her silverish white hair contrasted against all of her sheets and pillows as her body remained wrapped in the sheets. She had been resting for most of the day enjoying the much-needed rest after much work in her field of work. The development and continued maintenance of the Empires weapons and Satellite were in her hands among other things. Waves of slight nausea kept her tucked in and locked away behind closed doors. Since her return with Celine life had taken an abrupt step into the fast lane keeping them both rather busy. Her mind reviewed everything that had been done short of the small lump in her stomach. The growth of a child in her womb made her burn with compassion for Koji and the Empires future. Her duties were set in stone first to the Emperor next to her Fist Celine.. On her left hand, she toyed with the crimson ring given to her by Dove herself. Long had they traveled together to unknown places and done unspeakable things to see life here flourish. 

Blank optics stared throughout the room, perhaps she should get ready for the festival at hand. Her absence would be noted if she did not appear and that alone would be some dishonor. Slowly pushing off of the bed the woman slowly pulled herself to the edge of the vast bed. The weight in her stomach made her squirm as she slowly moved to the restroom. There she would spend some of her time getting ready and gaining her balance. She did not know what she would wear, dresses had never been her fashion, she was a warrior after all. The sensation of pants and shirts were home to her and not the flowing sensation of a dress besides that of her lace nightgowns. The opal discs of her eyes gazed back at her as she washed her face in the mirror. "Hold it together Noi.. Hold it together.. We can sleep soon enough.." Nodding her head she pep talked herself into action. 

The next question again plagued her, what the fuck was she going to wear? 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Even though he could sense who was coming prior to the throne room doors even opening, Koji's gaze continued to linger on the boy a moment longer. He watch for the boy's reactions to the shifting environment as his Katiya approached. Perhaps it was just the fact that he felt safe in his father's arms that he remained undisturbed still. For now, he believed his child as he presented himself, a baby akin to that of Mortals. Fragile. Koji was fine settling with this fact, that the boy was perhaps going to be soft to some degree. However, his mind was already calculating the most viable directions his heir could take in order to ensure he was powerful regardless. Without power, the boy wouldn't be fit to continue running this nation in his father's absence. There were too many missing details to paint a clear image in his mind, though as Akui aged and filled in those blanks, Koji would be certain to apply him to a secure path as soon as the boy could manage the basics of their primal lives. Hunt, kill, survive. Then and only then could he be groomed into the ideal leader this nation, no, this world needed.

"Good evening, Emperor."

As she entered the room, he could smell her. To no surprise there was a certain sweet aroma bout her despite her status among the Undead. When she stood before him and delivered a graceful curtsy of respect, his eyes found her. As she stood erect once more, he drank in her entire appearance. She was already a beautiful woman, however, this newer unfamiliar appearance became her. Sure she had worn a kimono before, but there was no kimono in existence that could hold a candle to the intricate layers of fabric upon her that came together as Imperial robes of the Empress. 

"Dos lor ssin'urn ussta ssinssrigg. Usstan tlun tu'humbled lu'malla ulu kyorl dos wun nindyn actrix fabrics. Nind doera dos."

He stretched his tongue in Drow in order to remind her yet again that while imperfect, he did in fact try to keep up with learning the language she had began teaching him many many moons ago. While he still preferred his Draconic tongue, Drow had a certain attractive drawl to it that he could admire. It begged the question of what other languages might he enjoy learning, regardless of expressly why. With his more common grasp on the language, perhaps it was about time that Koji befriended the Drow populace of the world, as well as learned their unique manner of energy working and magics. While it was a residual amount with heavy dilution, Koji was born to a clan known to possess both human and elves alike. Each possessing a diverse cast respectively. He would likely never be proficient with their arts as he was the Draconic, but he was in fact capable. Or so he thought. 

"It's nearly time, how do you feel?"

@Dreamer

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Enter - Ydris Ebonarm: Formally known as Dominic Ku Z'Ar.

"Let the Festivities begin."


The world was ablaze with life, the traditionally built Captial reminded Ydris of his parents home before it had been burned to rubble. The jaded castle which stood for millennials now lay beneath a firm fulcrum of earth and foliage. Fireworks exploded as the streets funneled all sorts of beings through its cobbled streets. The security was as tight as ever no doubt, there was little to nothing that escaped his violet hues as he sauntered down the street. The primal alloy armor mixed with the gravitational alloy glinted in the fireworks as his steps carried him off of the ground and into the sky. It was like he was climbing a stairway into the heavens his hues picked up on various segments of the Empire itself, however, he had only one interest and that was with Koji himself. Unlike most people the Cosmos Lord did not travel unarmed no matter the area, thus Legion, Er, and Yedidiah remained on his person at all times granting him the unrestricted access to his power. Dull was his expression despite the energy that flowed about his persona, subconsciously he made a mental note to avoid any fireworks that might come to close to his person.

Stroking the ring on his hand with ease Ydris slowly turned his left-hand palm upwards and began to focus, he recounted the moments of when he had first met the Draconic lord at the festival in Avylon. Plucking the thread from his memory he cast out a scan picking up the variant leylines of energy from all over the kingdom. A singular thread was all he needed to pull in order to find the main person he wished to greet in the entire area. Within a few heartbeats, he zeroed in on the Emperor's leyline and began his descent towards the Palace itself, something to be expected no doubt, he further doubted the fact that he would be left alone to land but that did not bother him. Confrontation often led to death and death lead to an increase in his power. A new sacrifice for the Left-Hand Path and all those who would seek to learn its ways. 

The cool air caressed his horns as he descended down to one of the walls that connected to the palace gates. Sauntering along its edges he bound himself in the very fabric of his surroundings, casting a hex upon himself to make him invisible and one with the very scenery of all that happened around him. With each step, his body faded from sight until there was nothing left to be seen, not even the violet hue of his eyes. 'Now let us wait and see this Emperor..' Ydris mused to himself as he fiddled with a gift he had tucked away in his armor, a sleeping moogle lay within the same pocket region. 

'I have waited a long while for this moment.. Do not fail me now..' 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

A Cheshire grin spread across her lips upon hearing him speak a familiar tongue.

"Dosst ooble'zhah inbauin alur." She coyly replied.

Katiya had remained a loner in the empire, though she didn't feel as though her concubine sisters disliked her. They hardly knew a thing about her, which did make her feel a little uneasy. There would be so many rumors, so much wonder as to how the undead concubine would come to be Empress. Unlike her predecessor she was not of the normal, functioning living. Maybe one day it would be explained, or perhaps it would be locked away between the two of them. Either way, he had made his decision, and no matter what, she stood by it as she did when she accepted his hand so long ago.

Before answering Koji she took a glimpse around the throne room. She had always appreciated the aesthetic of the palace. The richness of the dark redwood that curved into intricate designs. Large floors of dark stone, that while seemed mismatched to a degree, fit as though it were marble. Just as sophisticated as the silks they wore were the ones that decorated their beds. Katiya had taken a decent amount of time in the weaponry room, the soldiers thought her peculiar for a concubine. However she merely admired, along with found great pleasure in pursuing the use of such items. Most of all, being out and about in the Empire itself, gave her joy. The thriving city had much to explore, and the people worked hard to start something new for themselves. 

A new beginning, a different chance at a life she hadn't imagined for herself. A life with someone she could say she trusted. Katiya moved slowly until she were a bird near Koji's shoulder. Ruby eyes cast upon Akui, she took in his small features. He was clearly in Koji's likeness, along with the previous Empress. She softly smiled in his direction and took a moment to admire the silence before celebration would throw them into blooming ceremony and celebration.

Katiya then turned her head to Koji, "Hopeful."

@Twitterpated

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Spoiler

queenc.jpg

The portals that were put in place between the bath house and the empire of which Koji ruled over came into a great deal of use, not just for new customers but for her travels between the two lands. The Carmine empire had completely taken over the area in which her place stood, but it didn’t stop the masses from visiting her place of business.

Gwen found herself standing at the massive gate decorated in runes inscribed by the wizard that Koji had visited her with, reaching over to the dial she moved it to the right place allowing it to open into his empire. The runes each flashed and lit up with the combination in place, with that the distortion and place moved in allowing her to step through into the empires streets that were filled with the people dressed up and celebrating.

Being very knowledgeable about the man who she was conducting business with, he had shared with her the Katiya was to be the new empress. The change of the static energy in the air snapped to after she stepped through to the other side of the portal that was built on the opposite side, looking around she smiled. This was to be her first trip to this land, a place where she would more than welcomed so she hoped.

Gwen was traditionally dressed in something close to a kimono, but with a flare added by the designer. Blacks and purples covered the material, while her waist length red hair was tied up with beautiful combs, allowing sakura blossoms to hang in the loose strands of her hair.

Closing her vermilion eyes, she would feel for the familiar energies of the emperor and empress to be. Of course, they were still within the palace, a unfamiliar place for Gwen as a whole. Merging into the crowds of the civilians, she would follow the crowds closer to the palace where the ceremony would take place.

Edited by Eternity

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Almost as if on queue, the Heika looked to his Katiya, allowing his indigo eyes to meet her ruby one a a smirk crept onto his face. While he was so uncertain of himself on a personal level as of late, he found relief in the fact that his noble cause was still the same and just that, and the alternative nature in which he raised his kids against that of the nature his late Empress and himself came from. A certain firmness was necessary, so was a certain level of freedom. Koji's folly in life was not just how young he truly was, but his lack of personal experience. His history outside of his home realm had been one much like the one his mother had told him about, but worse. She had mentioned that weak and the coddled, the ignorant even, but never the manner of control man was obsessed with. So much so that even mere monsters such as himself whom had spent too much time in this realm had inadvertently become just like the average man the majority despised, or so he thought. Both of his parents, the Yokai Queen, the Emperor of the Arcane East, the All-Mother, and as of late he even considered the Outsider to be guilty of wearing the mask for so long he had perhaps began to lose himself. As much as he hated to admit it. if the average man could be more like the Daemon Phoenix Fist, James Eredas, then perhaps his survices wouldn't feel like such a necessity in he first place. While Koji did not overtly choose to build his life on this realm, it's where he was. As opposed to retiring to a more favorable environment, it made so much more sense to groom this one to his liking, and to the liking of those he considered to be like him. Judging by the looks of things even on this world alone, the average man were more like the monsters they feared as well, albeit through different applications.

"As am I. Not just for tonight, but for the future in general. I hold no doubts that you will perform your duties well."

For Katiya, Koji was almost certain her grandest conflict would be getting more acquainted with her sisters left behind in the Harem. While her position as a concubine was a bit more relaxed, the responsibilities offered in his promotion demanded presence. The level of necessity varying between the few dividing social classes that made up their swiftly growing and seemingly secure economy. He had seen just about all of her there was to see, and from what he had seen he was deeply pleased. The only feature he had yet to see delivered of his chosen was her severity. When she formally stepped up to the plate, did Katiya have what it took to rule with a harsh yet loving iron fist? Between regions, there was a myriad of opinions to go around about Koji and his dynasty, in which none of them perfectly matched with the opinion of another. The closest agreement among them was that the average gaijin assumed him a tyrant. Though he currently offered one feature that separated him from such. His followers amassed beneath him by choice!

"Surely you knew this day would be a possibility when you agreed to join me, though none of us imagined it would have been so soon. As tragic as her sudden departure was however, I am at least left with our nation's heir in her wake. What a shame it is that she will not be here to witness his maturing and inevitable ascension to the throne."

Looking back down to Akui once more, the boy shifted as his sleep cycle did between light and deep. The sudden disturbance of voices around him stirring him, and yet the calming familiarity of them keeping him from fully awakening. His smirk lingered as he watched him intently and with bewilderment. 

"I'm torn between waking him up and simply waiting for him to arise of his own accord. I suppose either way I'll at least await his dearest sister's arrival."

@Dreamer 

Edited by Twitterpated

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Katiya reached out and touched one of the hands cradling Akui. A fair amount weighed heavily after the Empresses death, she saw him slip just a little. Clearly agony had been saved for closed doors. Even an inch of humanity in the Heika would cast doubt upon his ambitions and goals. Katiya could remember asking him if he was uncertain and afraid so many months ago. The vampire recalled sitting in her room after their visit, sunset had cast upon her ruby eyes, turning them a brilliant red hue. She sat at the edge of her bed and thought long about what she was doing here. Still in harem garb and trying to work on being social with her sisters. Truth be told there were some months she doubted herself here. There was doubt in what she could give him, what she meant to him. He was like learning a whole new person than the young and careless one that dropped into her bar. Though having been with him, having seen the power exchange they gave each other, she enjoyed the shift. One thing was certain, she had come this far, experienced this much, and she wasn't going to give in to self doubt. Maybe it was the human side of her that was locked away many years ago. It reared its ugly head to taunt her once in a while.

Typically she was sure of herself and lived with the consequences of her decisions. She is just, fair, and loyal, traits she held close. However, her severity was given when someone else's choices meant harming those close to her. No one would step over her, and she wasn't one for passive drama. When needed, she was cunning and willing to be a sociopath to get what needed to be done, done. Since she was undead, killing was also a part of her nature. As a natural hunter she didn't feel the need to kill without purpose, that purpose rested in his hands now. A vampire could be a loaded gun if held in the right hands.

Koji had ensured that her future would look as he promised it, and she would do everything in her power to keep his dreams alive.

"I'm glad to hear it, sia itov." She chirped in Draconic.

The vampire peered to the side for a moment, without saying a word a near by servant bowed her head and hurried off.

"I have no doubt Prince Akui is in good hands. I see the way you look at him, and you have dreams for him as well. Ones I'm sure you will accomplish together." Besides, Koji wasn't Xartia. Perhaps their nature was the same in ways, yet to her Koji seemed controlled and thoughtful by her observance. "He and his sister are the first of many successes you will achieve." Katiya knew another heir would be on the way soon.

It wasn't long before the servant she had sent off returned with with a copper tray. Two small glasses and what looked like a sake bottle sat in the middle. The china was probably unfamiliar to him, something she had picked up while exploring the foundation outskirts. They looked hand painted with a blue dragon wrapping around them, he appeared to be eating his tail. Gold flecks scattered about the rims of the china as though they were chipped by accident.

"Perhaps we can kill a little time." The servant poured two small glasses, Katiya nodded to her and took them between her fingers. She knew he could hold Akui in one arm and grab the small cup from her. She waited for his shift or need of her if it happened that way. After that she carefully handed him a glass.

"A toast, to us, to this moment, to whatever the future lays before us. Know that I will do anything and everything to fulfill my duties with absolution. There is no doubt in my mind. May you, my sisters, and our empire continue to prosper." Katiya lifted her glass to him and took a sip of hers. A small laughter escaped her, "Suppose a small drink couldn't hurt, we'll save the rest for later." Of course she was referring to their consumption at the bath house.

There was stirring not far off in the halls, it distracted her for a second before looking toward him and Akui. Should he drink the cup offered, she would take his own cup and place it next to hers.

@Twitterpated

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

1fbg2d.png'"Tired."

Celine spoke out loud as a maid attended to the random knots in the woman's hair, another fussed with the fabric of her dress; both did their best job to ensure the now standing woman was presenting herself appropriately for the masses. By this time another woman was attending to the currently occupied Kaori who was entertaining herself with a doll; fast fingers moved through the child's hair, redecorating it and smoothing it out. The child was so used to be handled by so many hands; she has grown somewhat accustomed to being dressed and brushed. 

'I don't doubt that! You sound healthy and my starburst? How is she?'

The pet name made her almost laugh if it weren't for the company of strangers she would have. Instead, golden hues sparkled as the figure of her daughter overtook her gaze. A reserved mother who shows care and kindness to the child, Celine has found her balance to be the fearsome Concubine she's known to be and a loving mother to a child that's unaware of her place in the world. Laughing, smiling, bowing, and speaking all carry heavy purpose and she will not waste such gestures idly. 

A glance in the mirror and she could see she was tired but more lively than she has been in some time. Desmond's voice is like honey on her mind - sweet and delicious. Koji has always been kind when it came to Celine's strange position within the Kadian Empire, even after the ordeal of the Emporer stealing Kaori away from the arms of Desmond he was patient and understanding. It's why she did not feel too guilty speaking with Desmond, as it is, he was the one who gave her her freedom and saved Kaori - friends are hard to come by, especially honest ones. Like Noi, Desmond is a precious person who is irreplaceable. 

"Growing fast and getting meaner by the minute."

'She's perfect then.'

"As it should be."

Their connection was scattered when Kaori grabbed her mother's hand, a broad smile painted across the child's face. She was anxious to see her father and brother, something she could tell by merely looking at the impatient little curve of the child's thin brow. Quiet, reserved, and strangely patient, Kaori says very little but easily wears her emotions across her face and through her actions. Respectful towards the new Empress and Celine's sisters, the little girl oddly fits into the strange ways of her surroundings. 

"I suppose it is time."

On that mark, the child tugs her mother along, making her feel like a leaf caught in the wind. Her wish would be occupying herself with Noi during the celebration, only showing face when necessary, making it easier to avoid certain things that are slowly being buried. Helped to have such a strong understanding of her position and absolute dedication to the people around her. She knows what needs to be done and for her world to remain intact, she will do whatever to ensure it stays so.

"I doubt the faster you go, the sooner you will see your father."

She said the words, but they did nothing to stop the child from rushing forward. 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Gwen moved through the crowds, many of the people seemed to break away like tides in the sea as she passed by. Something about her energy resonated within them, as she was obviously not from the empire. A silent hum of her energy radiated from her aura as she smiled as she passed by, her dark eyes much different from those that caught her gaze for the slightest of moments.

Glancing up every so often to watch the most recent lit lanterns float up into the sky with the aid of the fires heat, she would lose herself in thought about the vision she had weeks before this very event. She saw the coming death of the empress but felt it would be wrong of her to say anything to Koji. Gwen had learned through the millennia with the use of her gift that she couldn’t change things that were destined to happen.

Pulling herself from thought, she watched as a small child ran past her to catch up with his parents. His cheeks were rosy from running and with excitement, his eyes kept looking up towards the lantern filled skies. Pushing forward through the crowds, the palace came closer and closer into view. With the closer she got to the palace, the thicker crowds became and the harder it was for the fiery red headed demon woman to get through.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

samurai_dojo_by_naetronic-dag7ibg.jpg (1203×718)

 

"Sink your Chakras and weight into the ground as you step, feel with it your mind the energy around and within your shins and feet. Expand and push your energy through the "energetic mud" of your Etheric body. Allow the Chakras to naturally transfer into your torso and arms. Remember before I head out and leave you on your own Ozu, comfortable movements. Stillness in motion. I can tell by how the stone wobble beneath, your footing is not smooth or centered. All myriad thoughts must be replaced in order to concentrate on your Walking and make the mind Pure. The body must train while harnessing your Spirit and only the robes should be slightly disturbed by your advances."

In interest of the farmer the Daiookami had decide to give these lessons to Waganabe's son for no charge, roam and board with all services accommodated by the Imperial Nation. Knowledge and martial prowess that could not be bought, bargained, - or even bartered. No, nah', impossible right? Kenshinobu found himself compelled to the Blind Ookami boy, whom in himself he would see, and keep until service was no longer of need. This meant that also in Battle, Ozu was his personal dutyman or bodyguard during distress, but freed to do as he pleased back in the safeness and home of the Jigoku Nation. Not only did this help remove some of the debtload his Father had to repay that slowly accumulated over time, but this also allowed the man to keep his land without any seizure of property. Especially, since the Empire was preparing for times of War. This was the Emperor's way of Understanding. Contracted to him sice their acquaintance, loyal to his cause since Enlistment; with a myriad of years to come Momoku might have never seen through to his Wraths, but always felt for the Heika's Sentiment. Even then, no matter the circumstances his judgements of the man never swayed, his job was his job and his level of regard for Koji was always admired. 

"I am late, Ozu. As so it's the final hour of our lesson for the day. Go get you something to eat in the District, or perhaps, you wish to enjoy this Celebration like the rest? We will continue in the Dawn and don't forget, without Yin there is no Yang vice versa. I must finish preparing, until tomorrow ….. " 

He was seen remerging from the far left corner of the Dojo this time, in splendid silks of blacks and whites. Glimmering white pearls scanned pupiless with swell veins at the sanctuaries of skin, while rough bangs tumbled down and over his delicate face falling halfway down his back like a streaming river. Despite the fact his pale white face and pinkish lips discussed a young warrior, his astuteness of battle and theories of life recounted an alternate story on his age of a more established man. Kenshi's outward appearance was the least of his ferocity. Often quite calm and composed he weighed roughly 145lbs soaking wet, and stood at an average height of 5'8. A light summer robe or Haori half agape mid-path to his midriff foundation of an attained abdominal, cooly walking onwards in customary wooden sandals. It was expected of Ozu to finish what he was doing now to clean up and hopefully, be there for the ceremonial gathering alongside and in honor of the General of the Imperial Army. From one of the wall mountings littered about with various swords and such of different designs and usage, pulling from one particularly for the first time revealing it to the Public; a gift of new life and rebirth from the lord Chijono himself. Hosting it with a single finger beneath where a hand-guard would have been, the longer blade and shorter handle proved to had an odd, yet perfect sense of balance incorporated into it's production. The sword as a whole was beautiful to look at. The enchanted blade hummed with foreign energies beyond mortal comprehension. The brilliant icy blue hued tip faded to a dark gray at the base, transitioning into what was ultimately a black handle; Hosting a golden arrow head shaped pommel, ideal for strikes with such. Unlike Kenshi's usual comfort zone within his one sword style, this sword was a one handed one, and with no hand guard. Kizuato was it's name given. The Grand Master waited Ozu's bow before he dipped slightly and made way for his exit this time in the company of three dire Wolves from Cobran. The Dojo was packed with atleast fifty of these dire wolves guarding the place, at posts in almost every corner there were two and a commanding Jigoku Swordslayer. These disciplined Wolves of Jigoku were the forefront runners of infantry and land battle that stood and lived there at the School of the Rising Sun. As he headed out he took with his paper parasol of plain white cloth, one that did not leave him so openly vulnerable to the public during this Celebration. 

Taking off into the District himself with his three dire Wolves in formation of a three-point guard one at each of his angles respectively, exiting his property stone cobbled path he dipped into the crowds with little notice following through the nightly sky; those who recognized the Crest of the Rising Sun upon his robes distinguished the Hanyo Soke and parted him ways with gratitude and respects, renowned enough his face had become well familiar in the public of his homeland. A breath of fresh air outside in the Red District reminded him of the arrival into the newly constructed area and how long it's been since he's touched soils there. A sight. that even a Blind man would see the beauty. 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited by Etched in Stone

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×
×
  • Create New...