Time To Kill

Kuroki · 07-29-2021, 08:26 AM

Kuroki had a fondness for Obsidian Beach. It wasn't yet within Ashen's territory so the chances of running into his Father were slim, but it was close enough that the lay of the land still felt familiar. His yearning for something else still roiled beneath his skin, but the relief that his brother Take was out and about again had gotten him all pensive, that and the pre-teeny hormones that flowed through his veins. It felt as though he clashed with his sire every day now, he'd shoot snippy little comments his way in an attempt to get something, anything from him, and he'd only get a cold stare of disapproval in return. He loved his family but there was just something about Hattori that rubbed him the wrong way, all of his expectations were like dull blades, cutting and slicing away. Nothing like the soft black grains that covered white of his paws.

Kuroki did not like Hattori, they were just too different, their personalities clashed like roaring thunder and yet despite it all. Despite how often he went out of his way to spite the Shogun he still wanted something from him. Recognition, approval? Something that made him feel like he was fulfilling his duties as the firstborn son and heir. None of this was what Kuroki wanted, or even needed, but what else was he supposed to do? Roll over and be someone he just wasn't? Nope. That wasn't the life Kuroki wanted to live, no siree. Or in other words: screw you dad.

He pushed further down the beach to the water's edge and was quick to spot a familiar blue form lingering in the waves. Her name did not spring to mind, but Kuroki knew her, or at least as much as he knew anyone outside Ashen. They'd sparred at the festival and that's all Kuroki needed to acknowledge as he approached her from behind, moving quiet, his footsteps covered by the lull of the waves.

"Yo." He greeted with a casual flick of his tail, manners tossed to the southerly winds.

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