Winds of Change
Asuka
01-29-2021, 12:38 AM
01-29-2021, 10:30 PM
Asuka Omori It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop The surprising encounter further south in the fjord filled her with a bit of hope, even if it was misplaced. It had made her want to continue moving, even if she was still overly cautious. Her trek was slow and quite arduous, and it wasn't long before she was back to old habits - staying hidden in brush and inside treelines, traveling mostly at night, scavenging was she could to eat. When she reached where two rivers merged, she thought she could stay and rest for a few days. It was a good source of both water and food, and the cover was good enough to make her feel safe. But she also had to deal with the comings and goings of many canines. She was able to stay hidden for the most part, but one figure stood out as she watched from her haven of brush. The silver fur caught her attention first, and the orange and pale yellow markings all but solidified Asuka's hunch. Before she knew it, she was up on her paws and had moved a few steps forward, but she froze before she could even begin to speak her friend's name. Instead, she simply stood there with her lips just barely parted, Akari's name stuck in her throat. Talk talk talk is all you do Thinking is too much work |
02-01-2021, 04:14 PM
03-02-2021, 08:36 PM
Asuka Omori It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop Akari was no fool, and quickly knew she was being watched. Soon, she would know by whom, and Asuka's throat tightened in the turmoil of emotions sloshing about her. To see her silver friend so close and unharmed filled her with such joy that tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She wanted nothing but to run to her side and embrace her, but her paws remained rooted to the ground in the shadows. Again, she tried to just whisper her friend's name but her lips remained silent, shimmering gaze stuck to the bright woman. Her chest quivered as she took in a breath, ears flattening when she heard Akari's voice. How she had missed her friend. She turned, attempting to spy Asuka within the brush, but Asuka had yet to move. Her lips pursed shut and she swallowed the lump in her throat, blinking back the stinging tears. Shame boiled in her chest and threatened to swell and overtake her joy; shame at what she was doing, who Asuka was now. Her claws flexed to dig into the dirt, steeling herself against the harsh, but true, emotion. Akari was right there calling to her, and Asuka must answer her. She took in a breath and forced a paw forward, then another, and soon she was halfway from the bush she had been hiding in. Dual-colored eyes soaked in her friend's features, tears welling up once more. "Akari," she whispered hoarsely, almost shivering in the raw emotions broiling within her. "You're alive." Their native tongue almost felt foreign to her, but she longed her hear Akari's voice once more. English Thinking Japanese |
03-03-2021, 12:57 AM
03-13-2021, 11:32 PM
Asuka Omori It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop Akari's voice felt like ice picks to the woman's chest. Shame welled up within her, and Asuka looked to the side, her ears flattening. Akari spoke again, and she closed her eyes, her tears spilling down her cheeks. The disappointment and confusion was red hot in her friend's voice, and Asuka had to hold back a sob. Shame, shame. She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed in her throat. She shouldn't have shown herself, she should have kept still, kept silent. After she composed herself as best she could, Asuka looked back to her silver friend, her expression still pained. "I am an imposter," she said softly, openly showing her weakness. "I am changed, no longer shinobi." The woman's chest hurt as her heart thumped in her chest, threatening to rip right through flesh and bone. However, she held Akari's gaze, her posture low and demure. "I understand... if you leave." Her tears had stopped flowing, shame gripping her tightly enough that she believed she was not worthy. She was nothing, a husk of a warrior that was better off crumpled in the thistle. Perhaps finding her clan was not the best idea; they would think the same as Akari, the same as Asuka thought of herself. Shame, unworthy. English Thinking Japanese |