Chishio
[ Battleheart ] [ Paragon ] [ Lucain ]
[ 13 || 62 ]
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The old farmhouse still stood on its own amidst the Sekudui Farmlands. Aside from several small barns, and a large one nearest to the house, there were no other houses near it. The entire house held of a nearly lost, simpler time, when family was important, and they sustained themselves. Within one of the large, open pastures that lined the dirt road leading to the house were a herd of Tuskows. On the opposite pasture, a herd of Cavallion grazed on the tall, summer grasses. The sounds of Taosigs, Yingshees, and Rooskens came together like a chorus, singing of all the animals on the farm. There was a small garden, filled with various lush, green plants, nearing the time of harvest. It was obvious that, despite its run-down, forgotten look, this farm was still alive.
Inside, it felt dead.
Watching the outside from the darkness of her room, the young woman stared at the mid-morning air longingly. Chishio felt as though she had been locked away in a jail cell. A cell, in fact, that she had put herself in, all due to her plan. She was aware that this was all necessary, and had already told herself that she was going to do it, no matter what, but it still took its toll on her. Chishio had never spent longer than a couple of days inside, usually when she fell sick. Even then, though, she would steal away for a few minutes to just breath the fresh air and allow the sun to energize her. During this time, however, Chishio couldn’t risk being seen during the day. If she were to be seen, her entire plan would fall apart. Chishio sighed. It was going to be another long day.
The one good thing was that she wasn’t going to be alone.
Lifting her eyes to follow the road, Chishio stopped her gaze on the young man making his way up the long dirt road. She already knew that it was Masurao, as he was unmistakable to her, and she smiled softly. He was carrying a sack over his back, and Chishio knew that it had to be the supplies that he had gone into town to get. For the past week, since their escape from the swamp, Masurao and Chishio had been discussing their plan, trying to work out all the kinks and problems. A plan had formed, and it appeared to be solid. Now, a week from the day that Tandokuno claimed Chishio to be dead, it was time to put things in further motion. With determination glinting in her eyes, Chishio turned and began to make her way downstairs, wanting to meet Masurao as he came in.
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Masurao
[ Paragon ] [ Lucain ]
[ 13 || 62 ]
[ Battleheart ] [ Paragon ] [ Lucain ]
[ 13 || 62 ]
______________________
The old farmhouse still stood on its own amidst the Sekudui Farmlands. Aside from several small barns, and a large one nearest to the house, there were no other houses near it. The entire house held of a nearly lost, simpler time, when family was important, and they sustained themselves. Within one of the large, open pastures that lined the dirt road leading to the house were a herd of Tuskows. On the opposite pasture, a herd of Cavallion grazed on the tall, summer grasses. The sounds of Taosigs, Yingshees, and Rooskens came together like a chorus, singing of all the animals on the farm. There was a small garden, filled with various lush, green plants, nearing the time of harvest. It was obvious that, despite its run-down, forgotten look, this farm was still alive.
Inside, it felt dead.
Watching the outside from the darkness of her room, the young woman stared at the mid-morning air longingly. Chishio felt as though she had been locked away in a jail cell. A cell, in fact, that she had put herself in, all due to her plan. She was aware that this was all necessary, and had already told herself that she was going to do it, no matter what, but it still took its toll on her. Chishio had never spent longer than a couple of days inside, usually when she fell sick. Even then, though, she would steal away for a few minutes to just breath the fresh air and allow the sun to energize her. During this time, however, Chishio couldn’t risk being seen during the day. If she were to be seen, her entire plan would fall apart. Chishio sighed. It was going to be another long day.
The one good thing was that she wasn’t going to be alone.
Lifting her eyes to follow the road, Chishio stopped her gaze on the young man making his way up the long dirt road. She already knew that it was Masurao, as he was unmistakable to her, and she smiled softly. He was carrying a sack over his back, and Chishio knew that it had to be the supplies that he had gone into town to get. For the past week, since their escape from the swamp, Masurao and Chishio had been discussing their plan, trying to work out all the kinks and problems. A plan had formed, and it appeared to be solid. Now, a week from the day that Tandokuno claimed Chishio to be dead, it was time to put things in further motion. With determination glinting in her eyes, Chishio turned and began to make her way downstairs, wanting to meet Masurao as he came in.
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Masurao
[ Paragon ] [ Lucain ]
[ 13 || 62 ]