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mizton
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leviohsa
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Lost Echo
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It was with a smile she couldn’t suppress at Koki’s antic that Konishi turned to face the stage. Ignoring the servant speaking, she admired the setup. It was lovely. She wondered what color the orchids were, but they smelled tasty. Wait. No. They smelled good. Not that humans didn’t also eat orchids. Vanilla was a prime exam--she shut that thought down, focusing on Akane’s entrance. The girl was always so pale. Somehow she seemed more doll-like than ever. Graceful and perfect. For too long the sheep had been comparing herself to the rabbit, coming up short. Feeling bumbling and slow. In her insecurity she hadn’t looked deeper. It hadn’t even occurred to her until that night. When the cracks in the porcelain of her facade were too hard to ignore.
Even now, knowing the fellow zodiac had to be as upset about last night as she was, the pale girl looked perfect. Her lipstick was crisp, whereas Konishi just realized she’d forgotten to put any on. Her ears lay draped over her hair, poised for maximum cuteness. Perhaps as an idol, the act of public speaking wasn’t as torturous to confront as Konishi’s turn on that stage. She tried not to think about that night, 8 years ago. As a shy fifteen year old, she’d had trouble raising her voice to be audible, even with the mic that shrieked when she got too close. It was likely the first time in years some of the servants had even heard her voice. She’d read from notecards, like Akane was tonight. From what she remembered, the speech sounded about the same…
The zodiacs probably flinched in unison when Akane ended with longevity. Konishi felt herself shiver, even with the warmth of her dress. Raising a hand to her mouth, she started to chew on the fabric covering her thumb. She sucked at it, without her upper teeth, simply soaking the material as the rabbit fled. How long would she even live? She couldn’t help the thought. She’d already looked up a sheep’s lifetime. She had a decade to suffer trapped in the mindless yoke of her animal form.
She sought comfort in Saki, hoping to be strong again. She’d hid as a lamb many nights curled up against Koki’s bulk even then, but it was Murasaki who inspired her to be strong. She nodded, as the other woman spoke of the servants’ cruelty. Even having this gala tonight was evil. More so than usual. They were like puppets, all following the strings that their god held. Konishi didn’t feel strong enough to stand on her own, but what Rui Xi had even more than Saki was strength. Her dragon was a predator. There was nothing meek in her transformation.
Hearing that she’d already left, Konishi’s shoulders slumped. True in previous years the sheep would take the speech as her cue to freedom; she should have realized others did too. When Koki denied wanting to follow Akane, she wanted to herself, but after judging the rabbit so harshly, did she have a right to invade her privacy? No, Konishi followed Saki’s declaration of chasing the dragon. “Come on Koki,” she offered her hand--the one that was still dry. “Let’s see if we can catch her.”
mizton
leviohsa
Even now, knowing the fellow zodiac had to be as upset about last night as she was, the pale girl looked perfect. Her lipstick was crisp, whereas Konishi just realized she’d forgotten to put any on. Her ears lay draped over her hair, poised for maximum cuteness. Perhaps as an idol, the act of public speaking wasn’t as torturous to confront as Konishi’s turn on that stage. She tried not to think about that night, 8 years ago. As a shy fifteen year old, she’d had trouble raising her voice to be audible, even with the mic that shrieked when she got too close. It was likely the first time in years some of the servants had even heard her voice. She’d read from notecards, like Akane was tonight. From what she remembered, the speech sounded about the same…
The zodiacs probably flinched in unison when Akane ended with longevity. Konishi felt herself shiver, even with the warmth of her dress. Raising a hand to her mouth, she started to chew on the fabric covering her thumb. She sucked at it, without her upper teeth, simply soaking the material as the rabbit fled. How long would she even live? She couldn’t help the thought. She’d already looked up a sheep’s lifetime. She had a decade to suffer trapped in the mindless yoke of her animal form.
She sought comfort in Saki, hoping to be strong again. She’d hid as a lamb many nights curled up against Koki’s bulk even then, but it was Murasaki who inspired her to be strong. She nodded, as the other woman spoke of the servants’ cruelty. Even having this gala tonight was evil. More so than usual. They were like puppets, all following the strings that their god held. Konishi didn’t feel strong enough to stand on her own, but what Rui Xi had even more than Saki was strength. Her dragon was a predator. There was nothing meek in her transformation.
Hearing that she’d already left, Konishi’s shoulders slumped. True in previous years the sheep would take the speech as her cue to freedom; she should have realized others did too. When Koki denied wanting to follow Akane, she wanted to herself, but after judging the rabbit so harshly, did she have a right to invade her privacy? No, Konishi followed Saki’s declaration of chasing the dragon. “Come on Koki,” she offered her hand--the one that was still dry. “Let’s see if we can catch her.”
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They were told, as the group of animals they were, details of the curse a day prior. Kazue did nothing, said nothing, like many of his fellow Zodiac members. If he had, the delight would have slipped onto the clean pallor of his face. For a day and a half, he wondered if God could sense the excited thrashing of his pulse. He equally wondered if Arashi could taste the pointed despair trembling within the room. Kazue's vision faltered as the curse took further effects -- he did not like it. He wanted to see them. All his senses indulged him with were the sad shuffling of feet and sharp, despondent voices melting together into one grotesque orchestra. For as well Kazue could see, he watched the God leave and the Rabbit follow him. His grey brow raised.
Maybe they're doing that. Kazue mused to himself. His eyes narrowed onto a servant, and he made a "drinking" motion. The servant knew which drink to fetch, despite their disapproval of his age. Kazue found it disrespectful to openly drink in front of the God. Maybe he was right. Kenta and Reiji were not warmly received when they did so. Kazue overheard it. He hung back, then, polite and smiley and serene as always. He stood conspicuously under that umbrella of approval. People who he did not remember nor would ever see again gushed at the youngest zodiac. The humans sensed it maybe -- his genuine bliss for the evening -- and the other animals perhaps misconstrued it as being like them, the more tactful ones. Putting on a show for guests. Kazue would work tirelessly to purify the reputation other animals sullied, if it pleased the God.
Nova settled near him. In previous years, she used to make the hair on his neck stand straight up. This year, the last year of manhood, was no different. She was a tiger through and through as much he was the rat, and he wanted so desperately sometimes to cool her molten resentment towards Arashi. He wanted her to repent every barbed word she spewed at them, about them. She used his name in vain, stomped on it, and Kazue let the beer mug tapping on the table distract him. He lifted it to his lips and savored the foamy bitterness, the tart fizz.
And you have to consider this Kazu, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder for us to be close like this knowing that Tigers and Mice will not be brothers-in-arms like we are right now.
Kazue set the mug down and wiped the foam from his top lip. Up close, he could see just fine. The lovely amber eyes, the ruby-striped hair, the tight, furrowed brows. She would be no less lovely in tiger form, he wanted to tell her -- but then he would be dinner that night.
"Oh, hm, true. I'll drink with you," he said with a calculatingly neutral face.
"Nova-nee, it will not stop me from requesting your delicious food. I simply can't live without it," he told her truthfully, the only confession from him that evening.
But he knew his sincerity was too casual, not disappointed enough. He paused, taking another sip of his beer once the foam shrunk, and setting it down again.
"It will be okay. Nothing in this world is ever guaranteed," he murmured another confession, one he did not mean. His soft eyes smiled at her, reassured her, and shined with unfettered earnest.
Shadow Alpha
They were told, as the group of animals they were, details of the curse a day prior. Kazue did nothing, said nothing, like many of his fellow Zodiac members. If he had, the delight would have slipped onto the clean pallor of his face. For a day and a half, he wondered if God could sense the excited thrashing of his pulse. He equally wondered if Arashi could taste the pointed despair trembling within the room. Kazue's vision faltered as the curse took further effects -- he did not like it. He wanted to see them. All his senses indulged him with were the sad shuffling of feet and sharp, despondent voices melting together into one grotesque orchestra. For as well Kazue could see, he watched the God leave and the Rabbit follow him. His grey brow raised.
Maybe they're doing that. Kazue mused to himself. His eyes narrowed onto a servant, and he made a "drinking" motion. The servant knew which drink to fetch, despite their disapproval of his age. Kazue found it disrespectful to openly drink in front of the God. Maybe he was right. Kenta and Reiji were not warmly received when they did so. Kazue overheard it. He hung back, then, polite and smiley and serene as always. He stood conspicuously under that umbrella of approval. People who he did not remember nor would ever see again gushed at the youngest zodiac. The humans sensed it maybe -- his genuine bliss for the evening -- and the other animals perhaps misconstrued it as being like them, the more tactful ones. Putting on a show for guests. Kazue would work tirelessly to purify the reputation other animals sullied, if it pleased the God.
Nova settled near him. In previous years, she used to make the hair on his neck stand straight up. This year, the last year of manhood, was no different. She was a tiger through and through as much he was the rat, and he wanted so desperately sometimes to cool her molten resentment towards Arashi. He wanted her to repent every barbed word she spewed at them, about them. She used his name in vain, stomped on it, and Kazue let the beer mug tapping on the table distract him. He lifted it to his lips and savored the foamy bitterness, the tart fizz.
And you have to consider this Kazu, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder for us to be close like this knowing that Tigers and Mice will not be brothers-in-arms like we are right now.
Kazue set the mug down and wiped the foam from his top lip. Up close, he could see just fine. The lovely amber eyes, the ruby-striped hair, the tight, furrowed brows. She would be no less lovely in tiger form, he wanted to tell her -- but then he would be dinner that night.
"Oh, hm, true. I'll drink with you," he said with a calculatingly neutral face.
"Nova-nee, it will not stop me from requesting your delicious food. I simply can't live without it," he told her truthfully, the only confession from him that evening.
But he knew his sincerity was too casual, not disappointed enough. He paused, taking another sip of his beer once the foam shrunk, and setting it down again.
"It will be okay. Nothing in this world is ever guaranteed," he murmured another confession, one he did not mean. His soft eyes smiled at her, reassured her, and shined with unfettered earnest.
Maybe they're doing that. Kazue mused to himself. His eyes narrowed onto a servant, and he made a "drinking" motion. The servant knew which drink to fetch, despite their disapproval of his age. Kazue found it disrespectful to openly drink in front of the God. Maybe he was right. Kenta and Reiji were not warmly received when they did so. Kazue overheard it. He hung back, then, polite and smiley and serene as always. He stood conspicuously under that umbrella of approval. People who he did not remember nor would ever see again gushed at the youngest zodiac. The humans sensed it maybe -- his genuine bliss for the evening -- and the other animals perhaps misconstrued it as being like them, the more tactful ones. Putting on a show for guests. Kazue would work tirelessly to purify the reputation other animals sullied, if it pleased the God.
Nova settled near him. In previous years, she used to make the hair on his neck stand straight up. This year, the last year of manhood, was no different. She was a tiger through and through as much he was the rat, and he wanted so desperately sometimes to cool her molten resentment towards Arashi. He wanted her to repent every barbed word she spewed at them, about them. She used his name in vain, stomped on it, and Kazue let the beer mug tapping on the table distract him. He lifted it to his lips and savored the foamy bitterness, the tart fizz.
And you have to consider this Kazu, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder for us to be close like this knowing that Tigers and Mice will not be brothers-in-arms like we are right now.
Kazue set the mug down and wiped the foam from his top lip. Up close, he could see just fine. The lovely amber eyes, the ruby-striped hair, the tight, furrowed brows. She would be no less lovely in tiger form, he wanted to tell her -- but then he would be dinner that night.
"Oh, hm, true. I'll drink with you," he said with a calculatingly neutral face.
"Nova-nee, it will not stop me from requesting your delicious food. I simply can't live without it," he told her truthfully, the only confession from him that evening.
But he knew his sincerity was too casual, not disappointed enough. He paused, taking another sip of his beer once the foam shrunk, and setting it down again.
"It will be okay. Nothing in this world is ever guaranteed," he murmured another confession, one he did not mean. His soft eyes smiled at her, reassured her, and shined with unfettered earnest.
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Lost Echo
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Finding Rui Xi was a failure. She had to still be there: no one was able to flee before they were dismissed, but it was only after the guests had left that the young sheep spotted the older woman. By then it was too late. The hosts had to gather together for Arashi’s final speech. Absentmindedly chewing on the edge of her sleeve (causing no damage as her upper teeth had been absorbed), she looked up at the stage, once more monochrome. She wondered how he’d gloat. After all, he and the servants rarely treated them like humans, even in their biped forms. It must be a dream for him.
His scent still touched some part of her, dousing her anger, and leaving her feeling small inside. She stood silent, wrapping her arms around herself, waiting for his announcement. Then it came. Without the anger, all Konishi was left with was the burning urge to cry, except her eyes weren’t right. The ovine weren’t made to cry. Instead, it got tangled up in her throat, making her lips tremble. Would they ever be let out again? What would they tell her kids? Sure, they were on break for the New Year, but…
He finished with a carrot, hanging out in front of their faces. One that had been clung to by so many of them. Konishi didn’t have any hope left for that. If other generations hadn’t fixed it, then how could they? Why would he even want to fix it? It was just a lure, but Konishi worried about those who had put their lives to finding an answer. What would they do if he pretended to help? Why would he?
As the others dispersed, Konishi stared after them, that feeling growing. The one that made your body ache, like the emotions inside couldn’t be contained. It was rare for her to be touched-starved anymore. From hair ruffles to squeezes of their shoulder, she always touched her students. But this ache didn’t feel like it’d just go away with sleep. And the idea of being trapped in her room, of having to see what the servants considered essential, scared her. Or maybe she just wanted a hug. There was nothing wrong with that. She was still allowed to want things.For now.
She decided to look for Kenta. The taller man gave excellent hugs, wrapping all the way around her. It made her feel safe; like she rarely was as a child. Silently she prowled the compound, her eyes returning to their normal amber with a goal. Even her upper teeth grew back in, as the stress of the gala faded. But her horns remained nestled in her hair, as always in the compound.
The first corner she checked was empty. But in the second heralded a voice: Chiaki.
She could see just past the bright-haired girl, to see Kenta’s dark figure. But she let her focus settle on the feathers growing out of the back of her head. “Oh Chia,” her voice announced her arrival. “You can’t blame yourself.” Reaching up she grasped her frilled shoulder, taking a moment to appreciate how cute she looked. “You never know, maybe with everyone working together, we’ll figure something out.” She lied, a soft smile on her face. She didn’t believe it, but there was no need to distress the rooster further. “I don’t think that’s happened before,” that much was true. If Arashi actually let them.
She glanced back at Kenta, trying to catch his eyes. She was worried about the man. His h-feet must have been hurting him after the fete. Never mind that she thought she saw Arashi near him at some point in the night: no one felt better after talking to him. All their god ever did was make them feel small.
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mousecreant
His scent still touched some part of her, dousing her anger, and leaving her feeling small inside. She stood silent, wrapping her arms around herself, waiting for his announcement. Then it came. Without the anger, all Konishi was left with was the burning urge to cry, except her eyes weren’t right. The ovine weren’t made to cry. Instead, it got tangled up in her throat, making her lips tremble. Would they ever be let out again? What would they tell her kids? Sure, they were on break for the New Year, but…
He finished with a carrot, hanging out in front of their faces. One that had been clung to by so many of them. Konishi didn’t have any hope left for that. If other generations hadn’t fixed it, then how could they? Why would he even want to fix it? It was just a lure, but Konishi worried about those who had put their lives to finding an answer. What would they do if he pretended to help? Why would he?
As the others dispersed, Konishi stared after them, that feeling growing. The one that made your body ache, like the emotions inside couldn’t be contained. It was rare for her to be touched-starved anymore. From hair ruffles to squeezes of their shoulder, she always touched her students. But this ache didn’t feel like it’d just go away with sleep. And the idea of being trapped in her room, of having to see what the servants considered essential, scared her. Or maybe she just wanted a hug. There was nothing wrong with that. She was still allowed to want things.
She decided to look for Kenta. The taller man gave excellent hugs, wrapping all the way around her. It made her feel safe; like she rarely was as a child. Silently she prowled the compound, her eyes returning to their normal amber with a goal. Even her upper teeth grew back in, as the stress of the gala faded. But her horns remained nestled in her hair, as always in the compound.
The first corner she checked was empty. But in the second heralded a voice: Chiaki.
She could see just past the bright-haired girl, to see Kenta’s dark figure. But she let her focus settle on the feathers growing out of the back of her head. “Oh Chia,” her voice announced her arrival. “You can’t blame yourself.” Reaching up she grasped her frilled shoulder, taking a moment to appreciate how cute she looked. “You never know, maybe with everyone working together, we’ll figure something out.” She lied, a soft smile on her face. She didn’t believe it, but there was no need to distress the rooster further. “I don’t think that’s happened before,” that much was true. If Arashi actually let them.
She glanced back at Kenta, trying to catch his eyes. She was worried about the man. His h-feet must have been hurting him after the fete. Never mind that she thought she saw Arashi near him at some point in the night: no one felt better after talking to him. All their god ever did was make them feel small.
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leviohsa
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mizton
𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥
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