Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Jan 1, 2018 11:16:45 GMT -8
Nakatani would share his blush. A small giggle would escape her lips before she would put her own onigiri to her mouth to muffle it. For a while she didn't reply to him, giving him time to recover from what he had just admitted to her. It also gave her time on her own to think about it. She had liked him for a long while and she was sure she could even say she had loved him for a bit now. It was the greatest feeling in the world to her to be with him together and his favor to be with her had made her feel special and loved. "I am glad I was able to show you, Kojuro...-san." she hesitated, wondering if it would be okay to be familiar with him and lose up on her honorifics, but the geisha inside of her immediately told her that it was not alright. It was hard for her that the one she fell in love with was a noble from the highest house she had ever known in her life. Yet she was here with him, able to enjoy being with him and he didn't seem to see her as his servant at all. She wondered about their future, and even though they had talked about it before, she was slightly scared he might choose a better fit over her.
Once she finished the onigiri and her stomach had stopped growling at her she softly took his hand in her own. her cheeks were flushed and the wind was rushing through her partially dried hair. The sun was making both of them illuminated in the light and the water droplets in their clothes and on their skin shine like diamants. It was like a scene that any girl would dream about, a scene where a girl imagined their prince on a white horse, but for Nakatani, Kojuro on Gin was more then good enough. "I will stay by your side as long as you would wish me too."
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jul 7, 2018 13:34:21 GMT -8
In the middle of the night, Nakatani would find herself awoken by a maid, and informed that she was to go to meet Kojuro. Given a black cloak to cover herself, she was allowed to gather some belongings if she wished, before she was hurried along to the mansion’s mountain exit. Several armed guards, along with a few maids and palanquin bearers all dressed in black were arrayed there along with two of the human-drawn travelling boxes. While the maid ushered her into one, the curtain on the other was drawn up to reveal Kojuro already inside. He grinned at her. “Sorry to wake you up, but it’s the best time to sneak out of the mansion,” he explained. “It’s easier if everyone thinks we’re still at home. Now is our best chance to get away for a bit,” he added quietly. Once Nakatani was inside, the bearers picked up the palanquins and they set off into the night, visible only as ghostly bobbing lantern lights in the darkness of the forested mountains.
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Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Jul 11, 2018 2:12:41 GMT -8
When she was awoken by one of the maids she couldn't help but feel anxious. She had been awoken from a deep sleep and it took her a while to realize what was going on. She would rush to dress appropriately to meet Kojuro. Changing into a beautiful black kimono with pink and purple flowers embroidered into the sleeves and lower half together with a navy blue obi. The maid seemed to try and rush her, saying she had no time to get fully dressed, but she refused to face Kojuro in just her nightgown. To appease the maid she would go without her make-up on and her hair undone except for a quick brush. She did however gather her make up and took a few hair ornaments with her along with her favorite brush. She was still unsure where they were going and no matter how many times she asked, the maid wouldn't answer her. Then she downed herself in the cloak and followed them out.
In the dark and with the speed at which they were rushing her out, she wasn't even sure which path they were taking through the mansion. Outside even more people stood beside her, all dressed in black. Anxiety took her over, thinking about if she might be kidnapped again. She only relaxed when she recognized the faces of some of the maids and guards, knowing they were truly in Kojuro's service.
When she was finally inside and she got to see Kojuro she couldn't help but hug him tightly. "You scared me.. Kojuro-san." she whispered softly
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jul 14, 2018 8:35:41 GMT -8
Kojuro put his arms around her, feeling the speed of her heartbeat as she held onto him and calmed herself down. His right hand rested on the back of her head as he held her close. “I didn’t mean to, Naka-chan.” He would have thought the maid would have fetched Naka in such a way that it wouldn’t have terrified her, but what was done was done. Drawing her away from his embrace he looked her in the eyes and smiled softly. “I don’t want to draw attention to us leaving the mansion. The world outside supposedly thinks I’m at death’s door and I don’t want to spoil the illusion. Soon we’ll be at war and … this seemed like the best time, to take a moment for ourselves. Are you alright travelling in the palanquin? You can leave the windows open.” Where they were going it would be a little risky to bring horses but if Naka objected to be carried around in a tiny box, they could fetch Gin instead.
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Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Jul 16, 2018 3:59:40 GMT -8
As soon as she was in his arms her heartbeat started to calm down and she felt herself again. His voice sounded like music in her ears again and once again she was reminded how glad she was that he seemed to be recovering well. "Are you alright to make the journey, Kojuro?" She looked up at him, a small glimmer of worry in her eyes. "Will you tell me where we are going? The maid wouldn't answer my questions." She said as she got back into the palanquin, letting him know she didn't mind traveling with it.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jul 16, 2018 11:48:56 GMT -8
“Yes, I’m fine!” he replied cheerfully. “There’s no need to worry. I’m glad to get out of the mansion for a bit, it’s really no fun being stuck indoors.” Not only did he seem to be mostly recovered, but he was back in an upbeat and energetic mood, his eyes almost seeming to glow in the flickers of lantern light. Things seemed to have been going well, in what had seemed to be endless meetings and discussions, preparations and planning, and although he had many worries – about the forthcoming war, the fate of the clan, his uncle and father, he had put them aside for now. For the time being, Nakatani had the “drifting clouds” Kojuro back with her again.
“Why didn’t she tell you?” Kojuro wondered, holding her close. He tried to remember if he’d told the maid it was supposed to be a secret or not. “Have you heard of ‘hitou’?” he asked her. “Hidden hot springs. Up in the mountains there’s one the Hizashi clan have used for generations. We’ll be able to take our time there and relax. Plus it’s supposed to have healing properties.” He looked at Nakatani wondering what she would make of that. Nakatani always seemed to be keeping herself busy, and didn’t seem to take much time of her own to just rest and relax. He knew from asking Anzen that she had spent far too much time tending to him when he was injured rather than getting rest herself. “In the winter, sometimes white monkeys come down from the mountains to use it too… but at this time of year there won’t be anyone to disturb us. Aside from the guards, and the servants, we’ll be completely alone.”
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Nakatani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 389
Age: 20
Physical Description: Nakatani used to be a Meiko (apprentice geisha) in Katashima. Currently she is in service of Lord Genji. She has a cute and small rounded face and long black hair, usually knotted in the old Geisha styles.
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Clothes and Equipment: Nakatani is almost always found wearing beautiful and elegant kimono's made of high quality silks and other fabrics.
When in the comfort of her own home, she will wear her hair down or in a ponytail with a natural look and a simple linnen kimono to keep herself comfortable, but she will rarely show herself that way in public.
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Registered: Jul 3, 2015 8:37:33 GMT -8
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Post by Nakatani on Jul 17, 2018 9:51:14 GMT -8
He was right, he did seem a lot better. The improvement in his health had been exceptionally fast. Childhood stories flooded her mind about how blessings of spirits could improve health, but she soon shook them away from her thought.
"All alone?" She blushed slightly, happy the darkness would hopefully be enough to cover it. It has been a long time since she had been truly alone with Kojuro. She remembered their time in the mountains and how it had brought them closer. At the same time she wondered how she was supposed to spend her time. She was always busy with her chores, she hadn't had any time to relax and sit down for ages. And if she did she usually spend it watching the water in the gardens and drinking a new brew of tea she had been experimenting with. She giggled when he mentioned the white monkeys. "It would be interesting to be disturbed by bathing monkeys, Kojuro." she laughed. "How long till we get there?" she smiled gently. She was genuinly looking forward to it.
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Jul 18, 2018 12:45:27 GMT -8
He chuckled softly, “Yes, all alone,” he confirmed. Soon enough they would part ways for what might be a long while – even if the war went well, securing the capital and establishing Hizashi rule would take some time, while Nakatani would be left at the mansion with Sayuri, keeping everything running smoothly back home. It was funny how much the idea of the white monkeys tickled her. “Oh? You want all those little beady eyes watching you while you're trying to bathe? Well, maybe we can come in the winter next time...” he said, his voice trailling off a little as his mind's eye was distracted by images of a naked Nakatani stepping into a steamy hot spring. “Oh, its not too far. We'll be there long before morning,” he replied. Soon enough they approached the Shikanoyu Hitou.
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Mar 5, 2019 13:34:21 GMT -8
Far up in the northern mountains of the Kiyonai on a secluded mountain pass, a short but bloody conflict unfolded. Cornered after a long chase from the Shogunate's hunters as he was, Xar was forced to fight with all the intensity of a cornered animal to save his own life. The mountain pass had turned out to be a dead-end, with the only exits being a sheer drop off the cliff, and the way they had came.
Thus, the aftermath seemed much akin to the attack of some wild animal, with the two hunter's bodies having wounds that seemed to be made by some beast altogether too large to be roaming these mountains. The grey stone of the mountain pass and the cliff wall were spattered with red, and a large puddle of blood pooled near one body.
A small trail of blood was scraped into the grey stone, leading away from the nucleus of carnage and a good several meters away, where Xar's form slumped against the sheer cliff face that complimented the sheer drop off that was on the opposite side of the path.
He was breathing heavily, sitting down and propping his shoulder against the stone wall. A sword was plunged through his back, with the tip poking out around his stomach. The wound was bleeding profusely as Xar fumbled around, trying to reach the blade handle behind him. His movements became slower and more imprecise every moment he bled.
There was something different about this sword, he realized. Why wasn't he regenerating as usual? The sword didn't seem silver to him, anti-magic maybe?
He grew more desperate as his vision faded darker, and his blood-slicked hand kept slipping. He needed to get the blade out before he bled to death to start healing, and he tried as best he could, but he had lost too much blood already. Soon he couldn't even raise his arms high enough, and soon thereafter he blacked out with thoughts of despair, falling on his side.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Mar 7, 2019 14:37:56 GMT -8
The dog put his nose in the air. Blood. Blood and something else. The scent of magic swirled in the cold air and the clean nothing-smell of antimagic cut through it, slicing into shards. There was something else, the smell of wolf. Instinct made the dog’s hackles rise, but this creature was somewhat beyond acting on instinct alone. Antimagic meant one thing only, the Shogun’s White Hunters. He ran, his paws on the mountain paths sure-footed and fast. A dead hunter here, another further on. This one’s sword was missing. The blood trail led from here. A man – not a man – unconscious, and the smell of magic and wolf were strong upon him, but the white nothing-smell was here too, as was the hunter’s sword – impaled through the body of the man. Shibao sniffed around the man’s limp body. He stepped around to the man’s face, and pushed at it with his nose, then licked, to try to revive the man.
Around the dog’s neck was a cord, and on the back of it was a mask. Shibao used his paws to place the end of the cord, his teeth to pull on it, and once it was loosened, the mask slid around his neck and onto the ground in front of him. Keeping it steady with his front paws, he placed his muzzle into the Jade Mask.
Stood in the dog’s place was now a creature neither man nor beast, but now he was tall and strong, he had hands, and he could lift the man, take him to safety. But that sword had run him through quite thoroughly; he was pale and weak. Perhaps another way was best. Instead of taking the man somewhere, he would make this place safe. First to get rid of these hunters’ bodies which would attract scavengers and human attention. From the inside of his kimono Shibao pulled a sheaf of paper amulets, each attached to a small stone. Quickly as he could, He placed them around the area of the combat and the dead Hunters. By stamping on the ground and making several esoteric gestures, the rock that the Hunters’s bodies’ lay on fell away, making the cliff ledge narrower, and assuring the bodies would be broken and buried down below. Then Shibao returned to the wounded man, and using another set of such amulets, he laid them around the area that he lay, and raised walls of rock to create a sturdy tent around the wolf-man-magic-spirit.
Shibao sat down cross-legged next to the man, unwinding the scarf from his neck and putting it beneath his head as a pillow. He laid a concerned paw-hand to his forehead. He would need to pull the sword from the body of the man. An antimagic sword - if he touched it, would it transform him back to his natural form? Shibao made sure to remove the Shrine from his back, so it would stay there if he did change forms, and then putting one paw hand to the man’s back, began to draw the sword back through the wound in the direction it had originally entered.
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Registered: Mar 4, 2019 15:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Mar 9, 2019 10:36:09 GMT -8
The sword eventually slid out of Xar's back, the blade was coated red with the man's blood, and a new flow formed soon after pulling the blade out. Soon enough, however, now that the anti-magic was gone, the wound began to heal, although slowly. The wound would soon regenerate to the point where it was not bleeding anymore, and Xar was still alive though he had lost a lot of blood.
He woke up suddenly then, a sharp exhale of breath and a tensing of muscles accompanying his return to consciousness as if he had just been fighting for his life and was unaware of the time in between that he was passed out. Even still he managed not much more than this as he felt his energy too lacking to sit up for now.
His surroundings were foreign to him completely, having just been on a mountain path, he was now enclosed in some sort of stone room. A rustling of movement just beyond the edge of his vision startled him then - someone else was in here! Did they pull out the sword, were they the ones to save him? Turning his head just right, Xar got a glimpse of Shibao, and immediately his expression went from surprise to confusion, "Were you the one who saved me? I remember being closer to death than I ever was and-" Xar's voice cut off momentarily, his face going pale as he gritted his teeth and trembled slightly, the pain in his chest spiking as he spoke too loudly.
"I'm still wounded quite severely, it will take some time before I can move," he said, in a low and even-toned voice.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Mar 9, 2019 12:32:11 GMT -8
Once the sword was removed, Shibao set it aside, and went about using a form of healing upon the still unconscious man. He put his dog’s muzzle to the wound on his stomach and licked. His healing saliva would help the wound to heal, and also to discourage infection. As he lapped at the wound, the flow of blood slowed and began to stop. It was much more quickly than he expected, and he moved around to the opposite wound on Xar’s back to lick again, to find that the man’s regeneration had begun to close the wound of its own accord. But still, he licked. It would help it to heal faster, and he needed to lose no more blood even if the wounds seemed to be closing.
Shibao was mid-lick when the man’s body tensed as he suddenly awoke. No doubt he might have felt an odd tickling sensation at his back from the dog’s tongue. He stopped licking immediately and instead leaned over, still knelt on the ground behind him, to see his face. Even in the shadows of the stone tent, Xar would be able to make out that the person before him was something other than human – the long muzzle, the pointed ears, the eyes that reflected dim light back differently. Usually Shibao wore his straw monk’s hat that covered his face and gave him some pretence at normalcy, but he had just been using his tongue to heal, and the hat stayed in the corner, next to the portable shrine he normally carried. He glanced at it. Should he put it on so as not to alarm the young man? But no, whatever this person was, he was no more human than Shibao.
He carefully stepped back around Xar’s body, that they could talk. His face was clearly that of a dog’s and there was a little blood around his muzzle. “Please lie still,” he said to the man. Once again he put a paw to the forehead. He frowned a little. The skin was cold and clammy but at least not feverish. “Yes, I saw you were in need of some help. The White Hunters.” He sighed. “It seems that you killed them all, we are in no more danger from them, but your wounds are indeed grave.” Shibao took the sword from his belt and laid it down, then unbelting his kimono, he shrugged it off and laid it over the man. Underneath he had a short undershirt and leggings. “My name is Shibao, a monk,” he introduced himself. “Are you cold? In pain?” Of course he was curious about his patient but now was not the time for asking questions except to make sure he was comfortable enough.
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Mar 9, 2019 14:07:07 GMT -8
As Xar got a good look at Shibao, he seemed startled at first, until his sensibilities calmed him. Those hunters were after him because of his supernatural nature, this dog who stood on two legs and spoke like a human was surely an enemy of the White Hunters as well and thus, surely his ally. In this way, he found Shibao's strange appearance to be reassuring in this situation.
"Yes, very cold... and in pain," he said in a quiet voice. With the initial jolt of reawakening over, he seemed much more drained now, and he no picked up his head to look around, opting to lay his head back and stare up at the ceiling.
Xar was indeed quite the mess, with large blood stains on his back and front where the sword had pierced him. The blood soaked quite thoroughly into the white kimono that Xar wore, staining the white silk and soaking into the grey wolf fur that lined the inside of the kimono. Even his silver hair was slightly stained on the side of his head where he had passed out into a puddle of blood.
"How many hunters did you see?" Xar asked suddenly, his voice still weak a bit more of a sense of urgency.
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Shibao Inuyama
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Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Mar 9, 2019 14:29:06 GMT -8
Indeed, the smell of blood was everywhere. Even the taste of it. “I saw two dead, and I smelled no more alive. If there are others far away they will find it difficult to follow where the first ones came.” He licked the traces of blood from his muzzle. Hearing he was still very cold he sat closer to the wounded man that his body might share Shibao’s heat. He wouldn’t leave him just yet to collect wood for a fire, he wanted to be sure he would not die in the meantime. When the man tried to lie himself back, Shibao put a paw on his shoulder to stop him, “Stay on your side for now, so I can see how both wounds are healing.” There were many courses of action now, and Shibao quietly considered which were best. “Is your body healing itself?” he asked. “How quickly does it work?”
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Xar Greypetal
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Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Mar 9, 2019 17:19:31 GMT -8
Xar thought for a few long moments, a million thoughts going through his addled brain.
"Yes... it might take a few hours, or a day to heal fully. I'm not certain... I was never stabbed so thoroughly before," he breathed, grinning lightly as he finished speaking.
Xar sighed in relief as he began to feel a bit warmer under the kimono, "I should live though, you saved my life and for that, I am in your debt... What is your name?" he said, looking at Shibao from where he lay on the ground.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Mar 10, 2019 7:14:30 GMT -8
“Few have been and live to speak of it,” Shibao replied. The man's answer was encouraging. That did not seem long at all to recover from such a wound. “If you can bear the pain for now it is best that you do. Your insides may be too badly damaged for me to give you any medicine to swallow.”
“There is no debt. It is my duty to help those in need. Do not concern yourself,” he said kindly, giving the man's shoulder a gentle pat. It seemed he was perhaps a little delirious as he did not remember Shibao giving his name moments before, but it was to be expected. “Shibao,” he said again, “and yours? And if I may ask … what are you, stranger?” He smelled wolf and human as well as something else in the man's scent, but he could not place it as something he recognised.
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Registered: Mar 4, 2019 15:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Mar 10, 2019 13:24:24 GMT -8
"Xar Greypetal," the wounded man said, falling silent thereafter as he was faced with the second question. During that time he thought very quickly, perhaps a bit panicked as he did so, of whether he should tell the truth or lie, or whether he should tell a half-truth. He quickly realized the futility of lying outright, as it would be too obvious. He quickly thereafter abandoned the thought of lying altogether or telling a half-truth.
After all, the strange upright standing dog named Shibao had gone through the trouble of saving his life, when he could have let him die if that were truly his objective. His appearance alone made it unlikely he was an enemy of any sort.
"I will tell you the truth, to answer your second question. But you must promise to not speak of the answer I give you to anyone beyond this moment, else I get more unwanted attention," Xar breathed, pausing between sentences often. His voice still held a certain grave tone to it as he spoke, even with the muted volume and breathiness to it.
Once Shibao gave his affirmative Xar would continue, "I am a werewolf, I can change my form from this one to a wolf and anywhere in between," he said.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Mar 23, 2019 14:01:46 GMT -8
Xar Greypetal. It didn’t sound like any type of name that Shibao recognised. Perhaps he was a foreigner. The dog waited patiently for the man to decide how best to explain himself. His head cocked to one side when Xar finally spoke again in order to tell him the truth. “You have my word.” It hadn’t escaped his attention that his patient was finding it difficult to speak for too long.
His answer did not clarify the situation overly for Shibao, since the type of creature he spoke of was not one he had heard of before. “A werewolf. You seem to have found yourself far from home,” he suggested, convinced now that this creature was not a native of the island. Changing forms, was something Shibao was familiar with though.
“It sounds as though you might be what is called in this land henge-yokai. Neither beast nor man, nor even both, but a spirit of sorts.” A type of creature who was usually more hardy than an ordinary man, it made Shibao a little more confident of his recovery.
“Save your words for now, Master Xar. I will collect some firewood, but allow me to give your wounds another lick before I go, if you are comfortable being left alone a short while?”
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Xar Greypetal
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 967
Physical Description: A well-muscled man looking as if he was in his late twenties or early thirties, he has few scars and a handsome face with aristocratic features from both his parents and silver eyes and hair inherited from his father.
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Clothes and Equipment: He carries a blade smelted down from the same fangs and claws of his pack members who fell in the War of the Blood Moon, and his clothes are woven from their fur. Both are supernaturally durable and have magical properties. When he shifts they shift with him, lending his claws and fangs an even more deadly edge and his pelt a durability unmatched by any but the strongest of enchantments. While bathed in moonlight they glow from within and move with the silence of the light that empowers them.
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Registered: Mar 4, 2019 15:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xar Greypetal on Mar 25, 2019 11:39:08 GMT -8
"I will be fine," Xar said, lying passively as Shibao licked his wounds again before leaving.
Once alone in the stone tent, his thoughts eventually drifted to his torn kimono. He felt a pang of sadness as he realized the garment was most likely ruined, with a hole torn through and the white cloth thoroughly stained with his blood. It seemed the clothing held some sort of sentimental value to him.
While Xar was indeed a foreigner, at least originally, he had been living in Tawakoshi for quite some time now. He usually did not go by his real name, so as to not draw attention to himself needlessly. After all, besides his name, he blended in rather well in Tawakoshi, perhaps even possessing some Tawakoshian blood himself. Thus, it was rare he revealed his true identity, and even rarer he told anyone he was a werewolf, but Shibao's actions brought forth one of the few circumstances in which he would.
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Shibao Inuyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: ?
Physical Description: Shibao, the Jade Guardian of the Dog. When you see Shibao in passing, he appears to be an itinerant Zen monk, playing on a shakuhachi flute and standing by his begging bowl, a straw hat covering his face. But if you look closely, beneath his robe are the paws of a dog, and his hands are very much non-human. When Shibao is alone or feels in a safe place, and the hat is off, he is quite obviously a dog the size of a human, standing upright on his back paws. While his front paws look dog-like, they are fully useful as human hands and have opposable thumbs. ---
Clothes and Equipment: Aside from his monk's garb, Shibao carries a set of swords with the pommel ends shaped like bones. He uses them to defend himself, those who he has given loyalty to, and anyone unable to defend themselves. He also carries a portable shrine with which to pray and give the occasional service to people he meets. Shibao also possesses the Jade Mask of the Dog. He is always wearing the mask, and it has merged into his features. He can take it off, but chooses not to. ---
Registered: Apr 17, 2018 6:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Shibao Inuyama on Apr 6, 2019 12:08:14 GMT -8
Although it must have made a disturbing or perhaps comical image to the eyes of outsiders, Shibao – having gained Xar’s permission – peeled away some of the torn garment from his wound and his large dog’s tongue lapped away at the injuries, careful not to disturb the blood that was clotting. Each lick gave his tongue a little prickle – the antimagic potency from the hunter’s sword asserting itself against the magic of the Dog mask. His saliva would help ensure the wounds against infection as well as numb the pain a little. The main drawback of his technique was that patients tended to find it odd and uncomfortable. “Yes, I believe you will,” Shibao replied, as he covered Xar once again with his kimono.
He stepped outside, on the way picking up the hunter’s sword that had impaled his patient all the way through his body. Nasty things these White Hunters’ weapons, even carrying it made him feel a little uneasy and he bared his teeth a little, suppressing a growl. The hilt, though, had no properties that could harm him, and once outside he tossed the thing down, down, down into the ravine after the body of its former wielder.
Shibao was not gone terribly long, and when he returned, it was with a good bundle of wood to make a fire, as well as a small metal bowl full of snow. First of all he checked on Xar, then began to assemble a small pile of kindling and tinder. The memories of the mask guided the dog in this timeless human task. “Though I know well how to do it, I still don’t like it much,” he confessed to Xar when he noticed the werewolf was awake. As Shibao’s paws struck flint and tinder, his ears were back and down, the fur on his neck had risen, betraying an old and primal fear of the fire he was about to create. Soon enough he had it burning. He went back to Xar’s side, sat down next to him, gave a sigh and appeared to relax. “Once you’re stronger, I’ll take you to the temple. The monks there are far wiser than I and can help you better.”
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