we come together
Weaponsmaster
01-18-2022, 09:05 PM
Travel, travel, travel. Ever since their exchange of words with the towering Shogun, he and Roo had set off on the most tumultuous of journeys through the strange land. Usagi wished to say they could settle and be done with it, but when it rained it poured - literally, in this instance. The flop-eared koi scowled even deeper than usual as the heavy downpour soaked his pelt, making him look that much more like a rabbit soaked in a puddle. It was an amusing sight to anyone except him. It wasn’t so much the rain that bothered him, though. It was the prospect of him and his brother meeting their father, their real father, that had kelt him going all this way. Following suit after Kuroo, he recalled the sheer amount of land they’d crossed to get here. A massive piece, no doubt, as it had taken what felt like ages to finally reach their so-called destination. They’d passed through forests, deserts, more shoreline than he cared to see - but he’d by lying if he said he didn’t enjoy any of it. Truthfully, there was an unseen beauty to this place, all the new climates and textures and colors he and his sibling hadn’t seen much of compared to their mild-tempered homeland. Watchful over his brother, and ever protective, he followed suit after him, and Kuroo following him at times, as they made their way through endless strips of land. Avoiding packlands like the plague, he made sure not to cross the invisible lines that bordered territories they’d skimmed past, making utmost certain they hadn’t trespassed. It wasn’t an easy journey, but Usagi would never admit he was actually having the time of his life. He wasn’t sure if Kuroo noticed those times when something made his chartruse gaze warm and glimmer in a brief childlike wonder, or the slightest of smiles that dared tug his slouching lips. The adventure was just beginning, more struggles and woes to come, but also a wondrous amount of thrill and amazement. And with his most important part of his life, his brother, he felt they’d get through anything together. Still, this island they’d come on to was a slight damper in the adventure. Slightly. As his piebald brother ducked under a tree, the two of them having tracked the Shogun’s faitn scent trail, he followed suit, a sneeze erupting from his maw as he huffed. I believe we’re almost there, Bunny, His even-tempered brother assured him. The use of his nickname almost made him soften up in their current wet and cold state, and his scowl lightened into its typical netural sag as he looked over to him with acknowledgement. Before long, the koi had begun splashing about like a pup by the crumbling, strange structure of a garden, and Usagi sighed heavily in irritation as the earth splattered on his festures. No mind, the rain would wash it off, but it wouldn’t be Usagi if he wasn’t angry about everything. "Roo, quit it," He huffed in exasperation as the piebald koi danced and sloshed in the puddles of mud. Though to say it didn’t make him the least bit happy, his mind at ease that his brother was so happy would be a lie, too. Relief washed over him as he saw his brother engage in the playful splashing, and soon enough, a familiar gravelly howl rang out. Kuroo heading towards the source of the call, Usagi followed suit, no longer feeling the rain’s downpour on his body. As they approached the clearing, the flop-eared wolf dropped far enough behind the wolves to shake himself off briefly, then approaching Kuroo again to sit next to him. Copying his brother, he offered a polite nod towards Hattori as well, scooting close to his sibling. The sight of more koi wolves, those who likely shared some form of their heritage in one way or another, made him sweep his gaze over the crowd with a mixture of relief, pride, and curiosity. This would surely be an interesting endeavor, a life-changing one at that. |
wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—