[Week 12, Day 3 -> Week 12, Day ?] Define 'Independence'
Who: Yoite and Raikou
Status: Closed
Style: Third person, past tense
Where: Mizusato. Yoite's shrine / Raikou's cave? Maybe?
When: Week 12, Day 3
Rating: PG- unless they get dirty mouths
Warnings: ....maybe angst? I mean...this IS yoite...but HOPING FOR CUTE
Hoisting a little cloth sack onto his back, full to bursting with pork baozi and coconut buns some of which were still warm and soft from the oven, Yoite began his ascent back up towards his shrine. Though it had only been two days since he had moved, he was already trying to set up some form of a life with some form of a routine. Anything to keep himself distracted from his own thoughts. He found if he could preoccupy himself with his baser needs, those of his stomach, and that which yearns for sleep, then he could get by as little more than a creature, ignoring that within himself that would be considered 'human.'
He didn't even realize that he had gone for more than a day without saying a single word.
Moving away from the small marketplace, Yoite fell into pace behind Bani-Allen, his little bunny who had already memorized the fastest way up the mountain. They had, since moving there, discovered a faster way to the basin than following the river. Although it didn't look it when standing at the foot of the mountain, if one followed along the wooded crest at the easternmost side of the ridge, where the bowing twisted cypress gave way to the green embrace of vibrant ginko trees with their fanned leaves, and followed until everything turned to dark towering pines, you could cut the travel time down by half.
This way was also much prettier, the pathless woods winding with a constant rain of leaves and blossoms as the sunlight turned to a hue of jade flooding in through the canopy to meet with the morning mist still breathing over the forest floor. And the deeper you went, the louder the sound of the creek rippled, and soon you could hear the rhythmic roar of a waterfall, though Yoite usually did his best to keep a certain distance away from the clearing that said waterfall actually occupied. Even such a small clearing felt too open. And he, like a deer fearing the hunter, would skirt behind the bushes at the outer rim of the gorge and go the long way round til the path once again hiked upwards towards the meadow.
And this day was no different. As he approached that growling entity of rushing water pouring down to meet with stone, he held his breath and stepped lightly across a log, almost jumping it so he didn't have to be in the opening longer than necessary. Then quick like a rabbit he scurried into the brush.
Status: Closed
Style: Third person, past tense
Where: Mizusato. Yoite's shrine / Raikou's cave? Maybe?
When: Week 12, Day 3
Rating: PG- unless they get dirty mouths
Warnings: ....maybe angst? I mean...this IS yoite...but HOPING FOR CUTE
Hoisting a little cloth sack onto his back, full to bursting with pork baozi and coconut buns some of which were still warm and soft from the oven, Yoite began his ascent back up towards his shrine. Though it had only been two days since he had moved, he was already trying to set up some form of a life with some form of a routine. Anything to keep himself distracted from his own thoughts. He found if he could preoccupy himself with his baser needs, those of his stomach, and that which yearns for sleep, then he could get by as little more than a creature, ignoring that within himself that would be considered 'human.'
He didn't even realize that he had gone for more than a day without saying a single word.
Moving away from the small marketplace, Yoite fell into pace behind Bani-Allen, his little bunny who had already memorized the fastest way up the mountain. They had, since moving there, discovered a faster way to the basin than following the river. Although it didn't look it when standing at the foot of the mountain, if one followed along the wooded crest at the easternmost side of the ridge, where the bowing twisted cypress gave way to the green embrace of vibrant ginko trees with their fanned leaves, and followed until everything turned to dark towering pines, you could cut the travel time down by half.
This way was also much prettier, the pathless woods winding with a constant rain of leaves and blossoms as the sunlight turned to a hue of jade flooding in through the canopy to meet with the morning mist still breathing over the forest floor. And the deeper you went, the louder the sound of the creek rippled, and soon you could hear the rhythmic roar of a waterfall, though Yoite usually did his best to keep a certain distance away from the clearing that said waterfall actually occupied. Even such a small clearing felt too open. And he, like a deer fearing the hunter, would skirt behind the bushes at the outer rim of the gorge and go the long way round til the path once again hiked upwards towards the meadow.
And this day was no different. As he approached that growling entity of rushing water pouring down to meet with stone, he held his breath and stepped lightly across a log, almost jumping it so he didn't have to be in the opening longer than necessary. Then quick like a rabbit he scurried into the brush.