Post by Bayushi Haruka on Apr 18, 2012 3:15:38 GMT -5
Kyuden Bayushi, the court and estate was as polished and untouched as ever. With the war constantly sounding off in distant clan lands it was a beautiful sight for the two withered souls that had returned to the keep in recent weeks.
The warm grip of summer had forced the blossoms to shed their petals in trade for the glistening leaves and unripe fruit that nestled in the branches. Haruka stood on the top terrace of the Kyuden with a small handful in her arms wrapped carefully like a precious gift. But then there was nothing more important in this world to the former Shiotome, the slumbering infant in her arms the one thing that had not been lost in so much pain and suffering.
A child, a world she thought she had lost, all still there waiting for her as she stood alone. Her long held gaze only drifting back inside to the quarters she shared with her beloved husband. His wound had been grievous but not fatal. Such a result from the surprisingly agile strike from the former Isawa's minion had rendered him more helpless than ever in his life.
Haruka knew not to what end this might lead, only that he would live. The tranquility of the scene was broken by the soft stirring of the young son. Her motherly instincts were strong even if her true necessity had been passed on to a wet nurse in her rather unfortunate disappearance, as she softly rocked and spoke to him as though he were a startled foal. Just as well, some of the Utaku herd she had been allowed to keep were also raising their young just the same, with a few of the long legged critters just starting to nibble at the lush summer grass between long naps under the warmth of the sun.
Haruka soon settled the babe, he had already grown quite a bit since she first laid eyes on him. But with his strength also was still that delicate fragile nature that made her all the more wary and guarded. She could only wonder now that she was relieved of her secret duties what sort of future the world might hold for him. The war felt endless, brutal, and relentless in the wake of their world. While she stood alone here dozens, hundreds perished every night as the two sides would not cease for even a moment.
Normally she would take pride in such things, the old self having craved its purpose in battle as she served her clan with fury. But now it was a new set of eyes that watched the war continue, and they held more fear and sorrow for the torment that continued to lay waste to the lands of the great clans and the hearts that bore the banners of their Emperor. There was no denying in her heart that she still felt for Toturi's cause since his action in her birth clan, but again her new heart that seemed to be carved and hardened and all the more wizened from the pain she had endured knew that such loyalty would have to be released.
Such a point crossed in her mind as she swore to her husband and sent word to the Emperor Hantei himself of her change of heart. No such shattering displays like that of her husband, but instead a quiet and somewhat bitter defeat as she turned her loyalty to align with that of her husband, that of her clan.
For this moment she remained wondering again what would come of the violence. Smaller tragedies had caused months of restoration and resources, but this war felt all consuming as the dark hand of the shadowlands lingered hungrily waiting, just waiting. Her memory shot back to Yun for but a fleeting moment as she snapped her gaze upwards to attention. She shook it, her long and unbound hair swaying with the wind, her appearance now unhindered by the mask she once wore. Such a thing was lost when she became a captive in the shadowlands.
A beautiful day, quiet and serene lay before her as her whole world was in her grasp once again. Bayushi Haruka had returned home and taken on the mantle at last she had agreed to in marrying her champion.
((It's been a lot of inactivity from my end. A big part of this was an agreed feeling me and Senshi that our characters had reached a sort of end. We didn't want to see them die or suffer a fate of further pain and in this we hoped to retire them to NPC-dom.
But it also still holds true that I wished to explore a part of the character I had wanted to, rather than staying within the confines of the character's mindset. From this point on Haruka is exploring a path that I did not initially intend, but because of my role playing experiences, have gradually wanted to explore.
Probably sounds crazy to most of you, but this is the end of Haruka as the character she once was. The cannon ending if there could be ever considered one, and my further writing from this point on is purely for my pleasure and curiosity. Thank you and enjoy.
Oh and, I have no idea what characters might like to show up and interact with her at this point if you are so interested. Please let me know via PM and we can easily work something out. This is not a closed RP .))
The warm grip of summer had forced the blossoms to shed their petals in trade for the glistening leaves and unripe fruit that nestled in the branches. Haruka stood on the top terrace of the Kyuden with a small handful in her arms wrapped carefully like a precious gift. But then there was nothing more important in this world to the former Shiotome, the slumbering infant in her arms the one thing that had not been lost in so much pain and suffering.
A child, a world she thought she had lost, all still there waiting for her as she stood alone. Her long held gaze only drifting back inside to the quarters she shared with her beloved husband. His wound had been grievous but not fatal. Such a result from the surprisingly agile strike from the former Isawa's minion had rendered him more helpless than ever in his life.
Haruka knew not to what end this might lead, only that he would live. The tranquility of the scene was broken by the soft stirring of the young son. Her motherly instincts were strong even if her true necessity had been passed on to a wet nurse in her rather unfortunate disappearance, as she softly rocked and spoke to him as though he were a startled foal. Just as well, some of the Utaku herd she had been allowed to keep were also raising their young just the same, with a few of the long legged critters just starting to nibble at the lush summer grass between long naps under the warmth of the sun.
Haruka soon settled the babe, he had already grown quite a bit since she first laid eyes on him. But with his strength also was still that delicate fragile nature that made her all the more wary and guarded. She could only wonder now that she was relieved of her secret duties what sort of future the world might hold for him. The war felt endless, brutal, and relentless in the wake of their world. While she stood alone here dozens, hundreds perished every night as the two sides would not cease for even a moment.
Normally she would take pride in such things, the old self having craved its purpose in battle as she served her clan with fury. But now it was a new set of eyes that watched the war continue, and they held more fear and sorrow for the torment that continued to lay waste to the lands of the great clans and the hearts that bore the banners of their Emperor. There was no denying in her heart that she still felt for Toturi's cause since his action in her birth clan, but again her new heart that seemed to be carved and hardened and all the more wizened from the pain she had endured knew that such loyalty would have to be released.
Such a point crossed in her mind as she swore to her husband and sent word to the Emperor Hantei himself of her change of heart. No such shattering displays like that of her husband, but instead a quiet and somewhat bitter defeat as she turned her loyalty to align with that of her husband, that of her clan.
For this moment she remained wondering again what would come of the violence. Smaller tragedies had caused months of restoration and resources, but this war felt all consuming as the dark hand of the shadowlands lingered hungrily waiting, just waiting. Her memory shot back to Yun for but a fleeting moment as she snapped her gaze upwards to attention. She shook it, her long and unbound hair swaying with the wind, her appearance now unhindered by the mask she once wore. Such a thing was lost when she became a captive in the shadowlands.
A beautiful day, quiet and serene lay before her as her whole world was in her grasp once again. Bayushi Haruka had returned home and taken on the mantle at last she had agreed to in marrying her champion.
((It's been a lot of inactivity from my end. A big part of this was an agreed feeling me and Senshi that our characters had reached a sort of end. We didn't want to see them die or suffer a fate of further pain and in this we hoped to retire them to NPC-dom.
But it also still holds true that I wished to explore a part of the character I had wanted to, rather than staying within the confines of the character's mindset. From this point on Haruka is exploring a path that I did not initially intend, but because of my role playing experiences, have gradually wanted to explore.
Probably sounds crazy to most of you, but this is the end of Haruka as the character she once was. The cannon ending if there could be ever considered one, and my further writing from this point on is purely for my pleasure and curiosity. Thank you and enjoy.
Oh and, I have no idea what characters might like to show up and interact with her at this point if you are so interested. Please let me know via PM and we can easily work something out. This is not a closed RP .))