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| After the Rain; (for Fin) | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 6 2009, 04:15 PM (100 Views) | |
| Kristian Vulpae | Jul 6 2009, 04:15 PM Post #1 |
 
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Sunset was near in the city of Madrid, a gradual dusk taking place over to quieting streets. The outskirts, covered in forest, sounded only with the occasional chirp of a bird. Somewhere deep in the forest, the slow hoot of an early owl could be heard, announcing for all the coming of night. With the dimming light, few needed its warning, it was all too obvious that the day was coming to an end. As the sky above turned golden, there was yet one creature who paid the dimming light no mind. Trodding through the forest on four white legs, she had the quiet gate of a predator, but with the casual pace of one off the hunt. A bushy tail followed where her black nose lead, head bent close to the ground as she tracked a scent through the scattered leaves. Black ears stood alert as the large canid wandered amidst the trees, a wolf to the unobservant, but a fox to wiser. Bored of her games and the nameless faces, Kit had set off in search of her only friend. She knew about where he stayed, having followed him into Soto, but since losing track of him as she took to her usual routine as a social butterfly; it was near difficult for the fox to avoid a chance at some mischief and a glass of beer. But now she had taken back to his trail, relying on her nose to lead her in his direction, and trusting her senses to not lead her astray. Trouble had come the night before in form of a pouring rain, which had washed away the scents and made tracking all the more difficult. Yet she, the stubborn fox, had still persisted, getting thoroughly soaked in the storm that lasted from night through to the morning. The afternoon having barely dried her, her fur was still damp and matted with water, and her pristine snow-white legs were stained with mud. Despite her pride, Kit carried on, eager to return to the company of the one whom dared to stand her. Her trek lead her near to the city, but not into it. She would not have entered in her fox form anyway, not liking to alarm anyone with her true self's feral nature. For the moment, however, she was more comfortable travelling the woods on all four paws, and required the use of her keen nose. She was near, she could sense it. He could not have been far away. And yet, with that in mind, she stopped and perked her ears, listening as the garble of a nearby stream called to her. She strayed from her path, striding towards it, and peered golden eyes down a short incline at the water that flowed below. It was all too perfect- clean, clear water to wash the muck from her fur. Knowing that Liron was not far away, and so that she had time then to spare, she bounded down the slope and dropped into the water with a splash. It was unexpectedly deep for her fox form, but the current was nothing that she could not paddle through leisurely. She spent her first few minutes swimming through the water, letting the mud flow from her body as the water rushed on past. When her paddling no longer amused her, she took a dive beneath the surface, dislodging the dirt along her back. By the time she resurfaced, she was a woman, able to stand on the bottom with the water up to her waist. With her hands she rubbed away the remaining dirt that clung to her naked body, bending over to wash her arms and face. All that remained of her fox features were her ears and her tail, which waved lazily behind her as she bathed obliviously, evidently not caring who might happen past. |
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| Fin | Jul 6 2009, 10:09 PM Post #2 |
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Even mind numbing pain could not keep Fin safe inside a house for long. She hated being stuck in one place, let alone stuck in doors, and so it was when Liron's back was turned she had slipped out and started limping her way down the street. She dragged her injured leg,dressed in her old clothing: Low slung, tattered black pants and a black shirt that resembled a sleeveless tunic, because it went so low. She was still abnormally thin, and it showed in the way her tunic hung off her. Half way to the entrance of the city she switched forms, a fox as black as pitch, three tail's whipping behind her, a single coal gray stocking on one of her front legs. She dragged her back leg even in this form, but it was easier with her weight being held by three others. Gold eyes flashed as they drank in the surroundings, eying trees and searching vaguely for some hint of what she sought. She was sure she'd seen her father, heard his voice as he beckoned her forward, away from pain and death and towards safety. She had followed him quickly, surprised at her own strength. He had disappeared in this place before Madrid's entrance, after telling her things that tugged her heart strings. He was proud of her, he loved her always... It made her lonely even as she wandered beneath the canopy of trees. It hardly seemed fair, why is it others clung to their friend's and family? Why was it most fathers lived to see their daughters wed, and even start their family? She shook her head. That was a silly thought, who would marry her? Still, she felt bitter as she remembered the weddings she'd watched, with the father handing the bride over to the groom. She would walk the aisle alone, assuming she'd ever walk it. Families were things to treasure, havens and safe places when you needed food or shelter or sanctuary. Instead, she had found all that in a stranger. Shaking her head she limped towards where she remembered a stream cut through the trees. The soil was still wet beneath her dainty paws, and she left paw prints in it as she ambled towards it. Maybe leaving had not been such a good idea, as her leg was screaming in pain now. She did not immediately notice the woman (“woman”) bathing, lost in her own thoughts and pain. As she dipped her muzzle in the water and drank her ears twitched. The change was so instantaneous that there was no real transformation, it was if in the blink of an eye a wounded girl, her hair hacked short, replaced the graceful hybrid of a wolf and a spirit fox. Gold eyes flicked upwards when she heard a splash, a woman had arouse from the water, so beautiful Fin couldn't help but wonder enviously is she were a siren, those fabled, beautiful creatures who's song lured males along a testosterone paved path to their own demise. Vaguely, in a half thought, she wondered if Patrick had heard those myths. She hoped he wouldn't meet up with any of those murderous sea girls, at least, not until she got her ring back. She made a small, vulpine noise of pain as she shifted from her position on all fours by the water to put her wounded leg straight out in front of her. The wound on her shoulder, as well as from the arrows had all opened, and her black shirt was being bled through. “Sorry to disturb. Don't mind me.” she said, tugging the shirt off so it would not stick to her wounds. Her voice was quiet, full of soft secret-telling tones even in every day speech. She was bandaged heavily, still descent even in the absence of her garment. Bandages wrapped around both her shoulders, whereas one ended there and the other went clear down to her elbow. Then there were bandages wrapped all around her torso, from under her arms to an inch or so above her navel. Small cuts had bled through too, though none so bad as the red soaked shoulder and back. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jul 7 2009, 01:24 AM Post #3 |
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The vixen's black ears perked as they caught a voice behind her, a soft tone that was barely audible, but detectable by Kit's keen hearing. Straightening so that she stood up straight, she turned to face the other entity, tilting her head as her eyes came upon the other sitting upstream from where she bathed. One sniff at the air revealed the scent of blood, and curiousity at that drew her closer. She waded through the rushing water, walking against its flow, until she stood near to where the other girl sat, completely unashamed of her nude form. This one was quite the sad sight. Blood seeped from beneath covered wounds, which seemed to range all over her body, namely her torso at most. If that were not enough to call for pity, then the rest of her appearance sealed the deal. To Kit, whose looks were her pride, the hackjob cut of the girl's dark hair was shameful. Little need be said for the sorry state of her fur- what little could be seen of it, given the form. That last note also interested her, as the ears and tail seemed a clear sign that this girl was, in fact, of her own race. Kitsunes were few and far between in the realm of Elenlond, but each a treasure to the foreign fox. Unless they be a nogitsune or yako, she would welcome her kin with open arms. The troublesome rebels of her kind were a disgrace to all fox, or so she saw it. This fox looked like a bit of trouble, if not like she had been in it, but Kit was not one to so swiftly assume the worse of a being, much less a fox, thus she welcomed her with a smile and a wag of her tail. "My, you look like ya've seen the worser end of somethin' sharp. Why you in such disarray, lil' one? Hunters get the better of ya?" Kit bore upon herself a pleasant face, wary not to frighten the girl before she had caught her scent. Certainly, if she were brought up right, she would know the smell of her own race? Or perhaps not... she did smell different. Kit was positive that she detected fox blood on the girl, but its purity was diluted near in half by some other race. She could not place it with accuracy, but knew that it certainly was not pure kitsune. That realisation posed a question: was she a yako or a zenko like herself? It was possible that a good kitsune had found love and interbred, but seemed more than likely that a bad one had born a halfbreed such as this. Yako lacked the sense of pride that the zenko kitsune had, and thus were given to such behavior. It would explain what little care she showed herself, if there were no other explanation. "Tell me... y'wouldn't happen to be a yako, would you?" The sweet tone she had carried upon her approach was lost in a more casual voice, hiding the seething bite that was tempted to emerge with mention of the most despised of her race. Kit was not even certain whether she would challenge the girl if she turned out to be one, or if she would merely leave in disgust. Judging by the blood, a fight did not seem too fair. Perhaps, even with her reserved nature, she was judging too quickly. It was no more fair to accuse her based on blood than it was to fight her while she was leaking it. Forcing the smile to her face once more, she extended a hand in greeting, her tail waving behind her. "Sorry! First thing... name's Kit." ((>.> I don't like this post.)) |
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| Fin | Jul 15 2009, 05:09 PM Post #4 |
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“A few 'sharp somethings' actually.” Fin smiled weakly, showing her elongated canines to the lovely woman. The scent was unmistakable, a full blooded kitsune was approaching her, its black ears twitching. That vibrant hair dripping with the pristine waters she was standing waist deep in. Gold eyed watching this approaching girl warily before she looked down at her own leg. The black sack cloth was starting to stick with the blood. To the other part of the the girls observation Fin looked up, “Hunters? You mean bounty hunters? Nah.” She didn't like being bare in front of other people, but as it was she needed to get the cloth off the wound or she'd risk it sticking. She took her shirt and wrapped it around her hips, typing it in a tattered wrap. Slowly she eased her pants off then, showing the blood running in ruby rivers down her long smooth leg. The bandages were soaked and she frowned, obviously annoyed by this fact. She applied pressure, wincing all the while, growling on impulse at the feeling. Her ears had laid back, but at the next question she looked at the woman. She supposed she should feel quite covered, wrapped to the waist in blood soaked linen, dressed in black underwear and her makeshift wrap. She didn't know why, she'd never been fond of her body. Probably a hold over from elvish ideals she could never meet, despite her well toned and lithe body. “What da' hell is a Yako?” She'd arched an eyebrow and eased herself slowly into the water, giving up on stopping the bleeding and just letting the cool clean water wash the blood away. She didn't want to stand so she stayed sitting, sliding in deep enough that the water rose up to her waist and covered her legs completely. She thought the word sounded familiar but couldn't remember it, was it something she had, had yelled at her? Perhaps. Or maybe it was one of those thing her grandparents had called her father. They had always preferred to use unpleasant terms when speaking of him behind his back, even in the presence of his daughter. Then again, they had, had no reserve of telling her just what she was in their eyes too. Disapproving looks that went with impunity unless her mother burst out to angrily defend her vulpine daughter or her father would say something snide and cutting in his calm, charismatic voice. Still her alias held one of their favorite terms for her; “Deloth” being abhorrence. It did not matter, but what did was that she should seek out Patrick as soon as possible and demand her ring back. If he had lost it, well, he'd pay with more then a pound of flesh. Still, with the stream's gentle splash and the breeze whispering through the trees it was hard to think about terrible things. She looked back at Kit, reclining so just her shoulders and head were above water. “And I? I am the infamous Fin Deloth. A pleasure to meet you.” She smiled a little, a good natured smile. Her eyes however held all her bandit father's mischief, making the title quite easy to believe. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Jul 21 2009, 04:28 PM Post #5 |
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The vixen's lips pursed at the other's reply, fighting the frown attempting to dominate her face. Bounty hunters were something that a yako was to be concerned with. Evidently, this was no fellow good fox. Kit moved back as the girl slid into the water with her, letting the stream of blood wash away with the current. She was not certain what to do with this one now that her nature was revealed. Fighting did not seem right, nor really worth it. Leaving was a fine option, and no doubt that she was fast enough, given her condition. Reasoning held a logical selection, but pride was more indecisive. Pride was also dominant over passive reasoning. "A yako is a bad kitsune." She stated flatly, dropping back into the water so it was up to her shoulders, arms crossed before her as pride's dominance played for its win. Her tail began to flick in irritation, although hindered by the rushing stream. Both of her brows twitched, restrained from narrowing in a glare at the other fox. Kit's blood was starting to boil, so much disgust she held of the troublesome yako fox. She made a quick off-handed remark before averting her gaze, not looking fully away but clearly not directly at Fin. "Yakos worry about bounty hunters..." She ignored the smile, seething at being in the presence of a yako, but nodded briefly at the name. Whatever this one was infamous for, it could not be anything good. Just thinking of the possibilites led Kit to snap, diving into the water and letting the current carry her a good few feet away from Fin before she resurfaced, standing upright with her tail high above the water, and ears pointed back. "I hate troublesome yakos! It's 'cause of fox like you that we kitsune have a bad name!" Kit's rage was rising, her hair standing on end at its base as her muscles tensed. With her fur and hair weighed down by water, little changed, but the fire in Kit's eyes told that she was angry, as did the fangs she unknowingly bared. In the midst of her fury, her nails morphed into claws, digging into her palms as she bore her hands into fists. "I pity the kitsune that bred you, y'disgraceful pup. Must be awful 'shamed t'have a yako mutt like you for a daughter." She had started out strong, but her voice fell away to a venomous tone. Her fists unclenched as she spat out the last words, arms dropping to her sides as she stood, tall and proud, before the younger kitsune. She was a zenko. She was above a miserable little yako. |
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| Fin | Aug 13 2009, 02:55 PM Post #6 |
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[Potentially M rated content: Violence and Lusting Males] “Hn. Now I think that'd all depend on ones definition of bad, neh?” Fin replied, busing herself with carefully unwinding white gauze to show angry gaping wounds that dared gush with her hot purple blood. Figuratively purple, of course, and even then only through the odd title that everyone seemed to now refer to her, as. The princess of thieves watched as the kitsune she had been speaking to drifted some ways away and then resurfaced. The body language was all angry, and Fin's own tail rose up in threat. When she realized this girl was just giving her a raft of shit about how she lived her life, she seemed to completely ignore her, sliding further into the water and letting the crystal clear flow clean her cuts and sooth her bruises. The next thing this angry red head said though sent Fin's hackles up, her hair getting oddly spiky as she stood. Ignoring the pain in her injured leg and the tug of the current her ears laid back and her eyes stared with all the ferocity of a wild animal. Seething her fangs hung over her lower lip, and finally she snapped, snarling as she spoke, “ My father, Kyouraku, is proud of me as his daughter, and he doesn't need your fucking pity you sorry excuse for a cheap whore! Your not-” It was never known just what it was that Kit was not, as just then Fin's ears perked and twitched. She turned her head suddenly, the sound of clinking armor and loud male voices chatting and bellowing with laughter made it almost certain there was a band of soldiers of city guards heading their way. She turned her golden eyes back to kit, and in a summary of all she felt she raised her black clawed middle finger to the woman who she unknowingly shared half her bloodline with. Her appearance changed, the kitsune with the bushy black tails and the wolfish appearance suddenly replacing her humanoid form as she took off along the shores and disappeared into the trees surrounding them. The guards lead their tired steeds over to the stream to drink, cracking crude “man's” jokes. The horses all had wounds on their sides for over-aggressive spur use, and the whole party stank of body odor and a very large amount of booze. The first man to spot kit whistled, “Hey thar purty gal, why don't ya let su show you a real good time?” and the rest joined in with similar things. A few, the more drunk of the troupe, started to remove their breeches clumsily and move towards the river. Fin was watching from the trees, perched on one awkward branch as still as she could be. She was looking down at all the men, making a face and resisting the urge to vomit as the few stripped down and blundered stupidly into the water towards the beautiful kitsune she had just been speaking with. A single man lagged behind, sitting on a tired old mule, just watching the ruckus with bored eyes. It wasn't that he didn't feel the effects of the alcohol, he just preferred a more masculine form when sharing his bed. Fin was having a moral debate- no matter how bad she'd been insulted, no one deserved the fate they'd inflicted on her. Watching all this was making her blood boil. A drop of this blood slid down her arm, a lazy trail down her wrist before it finally dripped down and fell on the young guards face. He looked up, but had no chance to make a noise as she dropped silently down and slit his throat with one of her prized daggers. The horses shied, upset, but the allure of a naked female body had distracted the rest of the drunken males. Fin was dressed still in just her tunic tied around her hips, and bandages around her chest. Still, she snapped at all of them, making heads turn. “That is no way to talk to a lady, boys.” “Look, there's another one! And she's almost as naked as the first!” The man closest to her started to waddle drunkenly over. He screamed at her quickness, the sharpness of the blade making the slash quite easy as she removed some of his more masculine parts and demanded loudly, “Why else wants some lovin'? Come on, try me!” The ensuing riotous fight resulted in the once clear river running pink with mens blood. The few who chose to run were allowed to escape, and Fin collapsed on the shore, elbows resting in the mud to prop up her body. She was silent a moment, before finally she looked over, “... You okay, Kit?” |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Aug 13 2009, 04:22 PM Post #7 |
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Kyouraku. Had it been any other name, she'd have scoffed at it. Any other name, and she would not have even remotely cared. But this one, this one name, she could not ignore. It struck a familiar chord, an all-too-familiar chime, causing her to drop her stance of pride and stare at the fellow fox-girl with a look of disbelief. Her keen fox ears could not have deceived her... had it really been said? - "Mama? Could you tell me about Daddy?" She watched blankly as the other fox perked at some nearing sound, the obnoxious ruckous of metal-clad drunks, and then left her last words to Kit in a single gesture. As much as she would have been inclined to sneer, perhaps even growl in contempt, she was far too dumbstruck to respond. Countless thoughts raced her mind in that moment, all revolving around the one name. "Kyou..." - "Of course dear... but why the sudden curiousity?" The other kitsune turned form and left, dashing off into the trees as the band of guards drew close. Her nose twitched at the smell of them, acknowledging their stench, but she did not turn to look their way, not even as a whistle blew to get her attention. She was lost in a cloud, a realisation forming rapidly, and yet all too slow for the moment just dragged on. Her mind raced, as did her heart, while her tail held deathly still. - "You said you had named me after Daddy. Am I like him?" Only half aware of the drawl that had followed the whistle, she finally turned to view the man that had spoken, casting him with an empty, spaced-out stare. The fact that they were men, seeing her in complete nude, bothered her little. She was a free spirit, and a fox- better yet, a kitsune- thus to be unclothed was her natural right. The fact that they now were also stripping themselves, and drawing yet closer, also failed to greatly disturb her. Nothing was of any greater importance than the thought running through her mind. - "Yes, very much like him. You're just as handsome as I remember him... and just as much mischief too." The men were in the water now, stripped to the skin and coming towards her. She could see in their eyes what they were after, but could not register the fact enough to will her body to move. Everything was just happening too fast... a hand reached out to touch her, alighting on her breast. At last, she drew back a step, eyes wide as though afraid, but she was not afraid. She could have cut him through in an instant. "Aw, don't be afraid hunny, we'll take care o' you real good..." Her ears twitched at the drunken mumble, taking another step away as her eyes began to gradually narrow. One brief thought broke the chaos of her mind in that instant, acknowledging but not speaking the words she meant to emit. 'I'm not afraid...' - "Mama, what was Daddy's name?" She turned to look as the first man fell, the half-kitsune returned to the scene and standing over the bleeding body. The young one's words drew the attention of those approaching her, leading some to wander her way, still bare as the day they had first seen light. In no time, the one nearest the half-breed was no longer a man, and the rest set either to fight or make a quick exit. Save for the one nearest herself, whom had gotten close again, a hand snaking around behind towards her rear. His fingers hand not touched skin before she had forced him a new dominant hand, a quick flick of her own fingers taking her wakizashi from her fox realm, and driving it back into the wandering limb. She wrenched it around once, and then tugged it away, taking a few steps forward as he grabbed for the gashing palm with a painful howl. Angry eyes shot to Kit, but not before glimpsing the crimson stain of red in the water's flow, and the bodies of his fallen comrades from whom it spilled. Even in his drunken state of mind, he needed no guidance to know when he was done. Like the rest of the party, he took off naked into the brush. "Kyouraku." Kit repeated, after all had around them had fallen to silence once more. Her gaze turned to Fin, at whom she frowned; not an angry or any other sort of bothered frown, but one of apprehension. The sword was sent away with another flick of her hand, dropped away into her separate reality. Casting an idle glance at the flow of blood drifting around her waist, Kit waded nearer to Fin, stopping once she stood only a couple feet away. Her eyes settled onto the other's features, staring most prominently into the fox-girl's eyes- golden eyes, that she had long seen since before meeting Fin, in her own reflection. "Oiezura Kyouraku... was my father's name." |
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| Fin | Aug 18 2009, 08:28 PM Post #8 |
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“Yea, Kyouraku.” Fin relied with a sigh, still reclining in the mud and watching as the current dragged a few of the thinner guards downstream. Her tail twitched and swished lazily, and all her wounds twinged. She was sporting a new bloody lip and a bruise from a lucky punch to her side but besides that she had gone without further injury during the brawl. All she had to worry about were the many she had started with, still bleeding. It lingered in the putrid soup of water and dirt was was currently resting in, unable to bring herself to care about cleanliness when she was tired and in pain. Still, what Kit said next urged Fin to sit up sharply and and stare at the nearing kitsune female. 'Bullshit!” It wasn't an angry outcry, but one of utter disbelief. Still, the familiar gold in the beautiful woman's eyes sparked recognition, and as if Kyouraku himself had whispered in her ear, there was no doubt in her mind it was true. Even as a woman she held unmistakable likenesses to the infamous bandit. Things normal people would not see, but now that Fin was aware there was a definite, familiar likeness in their forms. She frowned, the said, “...Well...How did any sister of mine end up such a do-gooder? I mean, I suppose we must've had different mothers, since I'm half elf...I'm three hundred, how old are you?” She hoped zealously she was older, and that this kitsune was the spawn of some raunchy love affair, but she knew the truth. Her father would never sleep with another woman so long as her mother had lived, and she had out lived him by at least a little while. Actually a long while, to mortals, but years were not such a long time to her race, or to the fine race of the elves. She looked away from Kit, looking at the road, “Well girl, I wouldn't get hopeful or anything. Father died a long time ago, and so did the erst of the family from my side, so all thats left is me.” Her eyes flashed, “And I'm a 'shameful yako pup that shouldn't a been born' or something like that.” She did a surprisingly accurate imitation of her newly found brothers accent. Part of her mind wandered though. Is this why her father had led her, if he had even lead her, back to Madrid? Had he known there was some final remnant of family waiting there to be found? Perhaps. She looked at Kit and suddenly winced and grabbed her wounded arm in pain as the wound twinged with particular cruelty. |
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| Kristian Vulpae | Aug 18 2009, 09:39 PM Post #9 |
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She waited, watching Fin, waiting as her words sunk into the half-fox's mind. When the realisation hit, it came with a vulgar cry, but rather than comment on it, she maintained a patient tongue. Unlike Kit, whom had taken all of a fight to accept the undeniable fact, Fin was much quicker in it, and without the blankened stare. Her first words afterward brought a softened smile to her face, but Kit waited still for Fin to finish, keeping the secret to herself. The smile fell at the mention of her father's death, but no tears threatened to fall. She had never known Oiezura Kyouraku, save for the tales her mother would tell her of the adventures he had dragged her through. He was an admirable character, but not one to have ever been a part of her life. A phantom, whom had been as good as dead before Fin had even confirmed it. As much as her mother had admired Kyouraku, he was only a story to his sons; a glorified fable that helped them sleep at night. Nothing more. When Fin finished, Kit opened her mouth once more to speak, but was fast closing it at her pained cry. Instinctively, she drew closer, extending a gentle hand to the injured limb. Reaching the other hand back into the water, she waved away the dirt and blood, and took up a handful of clean water to pour on the wound. Unsatisfied, and knowing that her newfound sister was in pain, she moved back a step, putting her hands first together and then pulling them apart, a piece of clean cloth held between her fingertips. Stirring the blood and dirt away once more, she dipped it into the water and then held it out, in a ball, to Fin's shoulder, taking away her hand to slip the wet piece of cloth under it. Her first words since the revelation were casual, and calm, as though nothing had happened between them. "You're pretty good at speakin' like a farmhand, huh?" She moved away, dipping her hands back into the water to wash away the blood, and strode further out until she was midway across the stream. A good distance away from the flow of blood, she proceeded to wash herself again, talking softly all the while. "S'how I had t'learn Common... apprenticed at a farm as a dumb 'n deaf girl... might as well a'been, not knowin' a word them boys were utterin' around me. Can understand people now, but I'm still lousy at speakin' it, not that I mind it much." Bending over, she splashed her face with water, more to wash away the rest of the shock than to wash away any dirt from it. She still could not believe that she had run into none other than her half-sister... it was improbable, beyond all odds, and yet there she sat. Perhaps she was a bit of trouble, but yako or nogitsune, she was Kit's half-sibling. "I s'pose... I shouldn't much be s'prised. Mother did always say Father had a knack for trouble. Lays t'reason that a daughter of his would rightly be." It wasn't so easy to remain calm as Kit made it seem. Washing was the only thing keeping her from going hysteric, either by screaming and freaking out in disbelief or hugging Fin until her bones would break. In either case, it seemed the best option was to remain calm, until she could figure the situation out. Maintaining her distraction, she responded to Fin's questions, her tail swaying against the current. "I'm eight-hundred an' ninety-nine. Almost 'bout six-hundred years yer senior, right? I guess that's plenty a'time for Father t'give up on Mother. Makes sense too that we'd be so different, bein' that I never knew Father at all. Just stories... oh!" She turned about, looking over her shoulder back at Fin. A wicked grin broke across her face just then, as the secret she was keeping swept back into her mind. Fin had called her her sister, but she should know she was only half right. "I'm your brother actually. Y'can call me your sister if y'want, Kai and Kin did, but just thought y'should know the truth of it." |
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