run me like a racehorse
06-02-2021, 07:32 AM
WC: 374
A shiver racked its way down Kuroki's spine as he pressed north, following in his Sire's footsteps as they tracked some freshly stomped footprints. For as long as the young Prince could remember, Hattori had been preoccupied by the creatures of the north, almost obsessive as he kept a watchful eye over Ashen's borders. Kuroki got it, mostly, since his Father was the Shogun and all but now they were leaving he saw no good reason to trail after them. Why not let them go back to wherever they came from? Why did it matter? Those questions rolled around in Kuroki's mind, only to pause when he shot his sister a side glance. The weather was clear but icy cold, he could see her well enough, but the wind made him squeeze his eyes into a squint as he eyed her up and down. She'd shot up like a bamboo sprout and was about the same height as him now, just as capable as any warrior koi, just a little clumsy on her paws is all. Still she was eager to do whatever Hattori asked and Kuroki thought it was all beneath her, like she deserved better. But it was hard to say as much when he'd heeded his Father's call too, when he was slogging through the snow and ice, trailing after a creature that didn't belong.
Kuroki let out yet another sigh.
And that's when he saw it, in the distance, just on the ridge above. The looming figure of a deer taller than any that was native to Boreas. Kuroki stiffened at the sight of it, then took a step forward to get a better look. It was tall as hell, you could stack several Hattori's op top of one another and still that wouldn't be enough. Three wolves, no matter how skilled, wouldn't stand a chance at bringing it down. And yet Kuroki felt his muscles tense all the same. Just because he wanted to, just because he could.
Kicking off into a sprint, he dashed ahead. The creature reared it's head and was quick to realise what was afoot, it twisted on its hooves and disappeared beneath the ridge as it made to run away. The chase was on.
A shiver racked its way down Kuroki's spine as he pressed north, following in his Sire's footsteps as they tracked some freshly stomped footprints. For as long as the young Prince could remember, Hattori had been preoccupied by the creatures of the north, almost obsessive as he kept a watchful eye over Ashen's borders. Kuroki got it, mostly, since his Father was the Shogun and all but now they were leaving he saw no good reason to trail after them. Why not let them go back to wherever they came from? Why did it matter? Those questions rolled around in Kuroki's mind, only to pause when he shot his sister a side glance. The weather was clear but icy cold, he could see her well enough, but the wind made him squeeze his eyes into a squint as he eyed her up and down. She'd shot up like a bamboo sprout and was about the same height as him now, just as capable as any warrior koi, just a little clumsy on her paws is all. Still she was eager to do whatever Hattori asked and Kuroki thought it was all beneath her, like she deserved better. But it was hard to say as much when he'd heeded his Father's call too, when he was slogging through the snow and ice, trailing after a creature that didn't belong.
Kuroki let out yet another sigh.
And that's when he saw it, in the distance, just on the ridge above. The looming figure of a deer taller than any that was native to Boreas. Kuroki stiffened at the sight of it, then took a step forward to get a better look. It was tall as hell, you could stack several Hattori's op top of one another and still that wouldn't be enough. Three wolves, no matter how skilled, wouldn't stand a chance at bringing it down. And yet Kuroki felt his muscles tense all the same. Just because he wanted to, just because he could.
Kicking off into a sprint, he dashed ahead. The creature reared it's head and was quick to realise what was afoot, it twisted on its hooves and disappeared beneath the ridge as it made to run away. The chase was on.