Chishio & Shiranai
[ 10 || 46 ] [ 4 || 15 ]
He said life's so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I'm towin' the line
And no one even cares to ask me why I feel this way
Chishio watched the man as he moved swiftly and quietly to one of the dusty windows by the door, peering outside. He had yet to turn to her, but it gave all the more time for Chishio to try to figure things out. The feeling of uncertainty floated about her, eyes narrowing as they looked the man over, glancing outside the window to try to find the Battleheart that had led her here. She glanced back to him, and then to the empty world outside. No one was there, but him. This man.
In too short of a moment, the man then stood up from his stooped position. He was tall - taller than Masurao, the only male she'd truly come so accustomed to. Then, the man turned, his sharp emerald eyes catching Chishio's icy blue, solid gaze. Chishio studied him as he stood there in silence, almost as if here were letting her study him. The man was fairly solid in build, but lean - almost too lean, as if he hadn't eaten any sort of junk food ever in his life. His clothes were tattered and torn, clearly worn through many things. But, his face caught her attention completely. Framed by messy, ebony-black hair, tipped with bright green strands, his features were younger than she'd expected, but at the same time, mature. Chishio couldn't place it, but she figured it was his facial hair that threw her off. As she raised her eyes to his, the man's emerald eyes lowered from her gaze. He seemed to be hesitant, awkward, and unsure. Chishio felt she was standing in the presence of a young, insecure teenager by the way he was acting. It felt strange.
When she could tell he wasn't going to say anything, Chishio decided to take the Battleheart by the horns. “You didn't tell us you were a shifter,” Chishio stated, figuring that this man was the same Battleheart whom had helped her. The young man glanced at her for but a moment before looking away again. He hesitated, acting as though he wanted to say something but nothing would come. Chishio lowered her eyes from him, feeling slightly awkward herself. It seemed he was having trouble. “I... saw no need to.” His voice quickly brought her eyes back to him. The man lowered his eyes again, turning away from her and returning to the window, peering out cautiously. Still looking out, he said quietly, “We should stay here and stay low for a while... They could still be looking.” Chishio shook her head, determination welling in her eyes, stepping forward as she protested, “I can't. I have to go find Masurao.”
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A shrill whinny pierced the quiet swamp, echoing with the universal sound of pain. “I'm sorry, Chisoku. I'm not meaning to hurt you.” Chisoku lay sitting up on the soft earth, head tucked so tightly that his chin rested against his chest. Behind him, Masurao was on his knees, medical supplies in his hand as he finished cleaning off Chisoku's bite wound. “It's... It's okay. It must be done.” Masurao could feel Chisoku's pain, though it was much fainter to him than it was to Chisoku. Masurao hated it. Especially having to clean such a sensitive wound of his companion. With a sigh, Masurao gently patted the Cavallion and said, “Well, we're done now. It shouldn't get infected. It'll be sore for a couple of days, but it should be alright soon.” Chisoku snorted softly, his body slowly relaxing from the tense state he'd been in. Masurao glanced at the wound, it glistening with the ointments he'd put on it. Seeing it caused the heated feeling of anger to rise again, but more-so, a feeling of a guilt. With a deep sigh, Masurao packed away his medical kit, muttering quietly to himself, “I should have stopped her.” Chisoku's ears pricked to his words, and the stud glanced back at his companion. “You did stop her, Masurao.” Sighing once more, Masurao replied, “I meant before she got you.” The young man stood up, slinging his pack over his shoulder, clearly berating himself for what had happened. Chisoku tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. He was becoming annoyed with this. With an irritated snort, the stud rose to his feet, tossing his black mane as he turned to Masurao. Masurao was busy looking out over the swamp as the stud approached him. “It wasn't your fault,” the stud said sharply. Masurao glanced to the Cavallion but said nothing, shrugging his shoulders as he looked back over the swamp. Chisoku rolled his eyes, nudging Masurao playfully in the shoulder. “Besides, I'm just fine. See?” The stud nickered playfully and reared, pawing the air to show his strength and soundness, flashing his teeth in what could be considered a grin. Masurao looked up to his companion as the stud came down on all fours, a small smile starting to show on Masurao's face. “Ah! There we are! That's the Masurao I know!” Masurao chuckled, shaking his head as he patted his friend's neck. “Thanks, Chisoku.” The stud brayed softly, nudging Masurao in a way to say, "No problem," and then tossed his head once more in the direction they had come from. “C'mon! Let's go find Chi!” Rearing back to his hind legs, Chisoku stood like that for a moment, waiting for Masurao. Masurao really hated to ride Chisoku with his wound, but Chisoku seemed adamant about it as the stud tossed his head, pawing the air with his hooves. With a chuckle, Masurao ran for his friend, replying, “Right behind you!” He leaped onto Chisoku's back, and the stud forced himself completely up on his hind legs, adding playfully, “Literally. Haha!” With a wild nicker, the stud took to a run through the swamp, clearly not slowed down by the happenings of the day.
Masurao & Chisoku
[ 10 || 46 ] [ 5 || 22 ]
They blazed a trail I dared to run
They built this world and I have come
I need another, like a brother
For a cryin’ shoulder
This could be the last time, you will
Stand by my side
I can feel my soul it’s bleeding, will you fly
With me this evening