Post by Kireon on Jan 8, 2016 5:56:16 GMT -5
Fujimura Shrine, Nagano Prefecture, Japan
Dark, wet stone slowly disappeared beneath a thin layer of white flakes falling from an ash colored sky.
Silence of falling snow and a soft breeze stirred the startled green leaves on their heavy, rope-like branches and the lavender and white blossoms hanging in fragrant clusters.
The tree itself was an oddity; two ancient wisteria had used a third tree as a base and wound around it as years passed until the three seemed to become one. Its size and age, well over three hundred years old, were nothing in comparison to the simple fact that the wisteria itself was blooming out of season.
Had been for several months now and seemed in no hurry to cease.
The caretakers of the Shinto Shrine had taken shelter from the coming snowstorm, an ache in elderly bones and a biting chill on the wind the warning they needed to keep themselves and their loved ones safe indoors. All but one; a woman hidden in the heart of the great gnarled trunks entwined like lovers about a third tree.
A pale periwinkle and navy flannel blanket wrapped securely around her body like an oversized cloak, the young woman’s long white hair fell in soft waves around her body, lay in fluffy piles around the small oval shaped nest she’d made to hide herself. Evidence of battle upon her young face and bruise-like shadows beneath her eyes contrasted an otherwise sweet appearance. Warm and at ease for the first time since she’d returned from Seireitei and its series of troubling events and encounters, Sekai had taken the opportunity to rest with relish.
She would apologize for not greeting the Fujimura when she woke up, or so she told herself.
Crunch of steady footsteps against snow and the shimmering appearance of a Shinigami erected barrier-- Hollow prevention and the work of one Kohara Hi-to-- flared into warning before fading at the recognition of one of “its own”.
A house renovated from an old storage building stood several dozen yards away from the eye catching tree and off to the left, innocent enough in appearance, radiated a steady but weak pulse of lingering spiritual energy. Shinigami and human mingled tightly in fiery oranges with blues shot through and a dappled series of greens throughout the structure. Green was stronger, as if it had a longer presence and history within the structure, and also had the more potent feelings left behind to read.
Fear. Pain. Grief. Denial. Rage.
Regret was the strongest there, alongside a sorrow that weighed heavily on the heart and mind; something precious had been broken in that place, and neither individual had walked away unscathed.
His appearance woke the guardian.
Sensitive and nowhere near as deep asleep as his ward, Asgard’s eyes opened. Having merged with one of the komainu, Ah the open mouthed lion-beast, he kept his movements subtle and marked the stranger’s progress from entrance to where he would choose to pause. Reached out and urged her awake through his soul connection to her, penetrated layers of sleep and hazy dreams and rose before her in a land comprised of water, crystal, and endless sky.
Danger. He warned. Shifted into the rough hewn shape of a Shinigami and back again.
Vanished.
Sekai’s eyes opened, glowing a soft red as she tentatively honed her skills and focus to open herself to the possibilities of the world around her.
Bald man. Shinigami. White cloak-- Captain?
Fire. Death. Destruction. Unease. Truce. Backstab. Law. Black feathers. Resentment. Curiosity.
A blink and the glow of her eyes faded. That wasn’t very clear. she complained silently to the lazy snake.
He shrugged as if to say, “what can I say?” and said nothing at all.
She sighed, stared upward into a dark ceiling and mentally ran through a checklist of who might have shown up. Not Hi-to. He wouldn’t dare after the last time. Not the disquieting man from the Rukongai either or the lady from the brothel. Her mouth twisted into a frown as she finished the first plait and moved to the second. Fingers wove expertly through pristine white stands and pulled them together. Secured the ends with nothing more than a small bead of bark polished to a shine and let the twin ropes fall over her shoulders and chest.
Uncurled from her comfortable state and reached for the clean and pressed-- if a bit wrinkled-- haori that the former Captain Commander had given her with a sour pit twisting thorns into her stomach. Time to meet the messenger this time and see just how badly she’d screw this little game of theirs up.
A shudder from the tree, branches swaying in an invisible wind and a flurry of snow and pale flower petals showered down.
Slight in stature and solid in build, Sekai rose with the blanket still held in a strange cape about her shoulders, dark hakama paired with pale kimono her attire as she stepped out of the tree and into the chill of the wintery landscape. Scars upon her cheek, jagged and pink, seared down from her left side down past her throat and into the collar of her kimono.
”Due to inclement weather, the Shrine is presently closed.” her voice carried across the distance that separated her from the stranger. ”I will confess to holding a degree of skepticism for a Shinigami such as yourself requiring a blessing from human gods.”
Another step away from the shelter the tree provided. Shoulders straight and gaze unwavering, the woman was distinctly displeased with his presence, but not outwardly hostile.
”There are no Hollow here, no spirits left to be purified. Pardon my ill manners, but why have you come to a remote human village, Shinigami-san?”
Yet.
She was more wary, more guarded than the sad, quiet girl that had found this man’s Zanpakuto Spirit lost and injured so very long ago.
She was also significantly stronger-- and that of itself was likely the problem.
--
WC: 1018
GP: 20
Dark, wet stone slowly disappeared beneath a thin layer of white flakes falling from an ash colored sky.
Silence of falling snow and a soft breeze stirred the startled green leaves on their heavy, rope-like branches and the lavender and white blossoms hanging in fragrant clusters.
The tree itself was an oddity; two ancient wisteria had used a third tree as a base and wound around it as years passed until the three seemed to become one. Its size and age, well over three hundred years old, were nothing in comparison to the simple fact that the wisteria itself was blooming out of season.
Had been for several months now and seemed in no hurry to cease.
The caretakers of the Shinto Shrine had taken shelter from the coming snowstorm, an ache in elderly bones and a biting chill on the wind the warning they needed to keep themselves and their loved ones safe indoors. All but one; a woman hidden in the heart of the great gnarled trunks entwined like lovers about a third tree.
A pale periwinkle and navy flannel blanket wrapped securely around her body like an oversized cloak, the young woman’s long white hair fell in soft waves around her body, lay in fluffy piles around the small oval shaped nest she’d made to hide herself. Evidence of battle upon her young face and bruise-like shadows beneath her eyes contrasted an otherwise sweet appearance. Warm and at ease for the first time since she’d returned from Seireitei and its series of troubling events and encounters, Sekai had taken the opportunity to rest with relish.
She would apologize for not greeting the Fujimura when she woke up, or so she told herself.
Crunch of steady footsteps against snow and the shimmering appearance of a Shinigami erected barrier-- Hollow prevention and the work of one Kohara Hi-to-- flared into warning before fading at the recognition of one of “its own”.
A house renovated from an old storage building stood several dozen yards away from the eye catching tree and off to the left, innocent enough in appearance, radiated a steady but weak pulse of lingering spiritual energy. Shinigami and human mingled tightly in fiery oranges with blues shot through and a dappled series of greens throughout the structure. Green was stronger, as if it had a longer presence and history within the structure, and also had the more potent feelings left behind to read.
Fear. Pain. Grief. Denial. Rage.
Regret was the strongest there, alongside a sorrow that weighed heavily on the heart and mind; something precious had been broken in that place, and neither individual had walked away unscathed.
His appearance woke the guardian.
Sensitive and nowhere near as deep asleep as his ward, Asgard’s eyes opened. Having merged with one of the komainu, Ah the open mouthed lion-beast, he kept his movements subtle and marked the stranger’s progress from entrance to where he would choose to pause. Reached out and urged her awake through his soul connection to her, penetrated layers of sleep and hazy dreams and rose before her in a land comprised of water, crystal, and endless sky.
Danger. He warned. Shifted into the rough hewn shape of a Shinigami and back again.
Vanished.
Sekai’s eyes opened, glowing a soft red as she tentatively honed her skills and focus to open herself to the possibilities of the world around her.
Bald man. Shinigami. White cloak-- Captain?
Fire. Death. Destruction. Unease. Truce. Backstab. Law. Black feathers. Resentment. Curiosity.
A blink and the glow of her eyes faded. That wasn’t very clear. she complained silently to the lazy snake.
He shrugged as if to say, “what can I say?” and said nothing at all.
She sighed, stared upward into a dark ceiling and mentally ran through a checklist of who might have shown up. Not Hi-to. He wouldn’t dare after the last time. Not the disquieting man from the Rukongai either or the lady from the brothel. Her mouth twisted into a frown as she finished the first plait and moved to the second. Fingers wove expertly through pristine white stands and pulled them together. Secured the ends with nothing more than a small bead of bark polished to a shine and let the twin ropes fall over her shoulders and chest.
Uncurled from her comfortable state and reached for the clean and pressed-- if a bit wrinkled-- haori that the former Captain Commander had given her with a sour pit twisting thorns into her stomach. Time to meet the messenger this time and see just how badly she’d screw this little game of theirs up.
A shudder from the tree, branches swaying in an invisible wind and a flurry of snow and pale flower petals showered down.
Slight in stature and solid in build, Sekai rose with the blanket still held in a strange cape about her shoulders, dark hakama paired with pale kimono her attire as she stepped out of the tree and into the chill of the wintery landscape. Scars upon her cheek, jagged and pink, seared down from her left side down past her throat and into the collar of her kimono.
”Due to inclement weather, the Shrine is presently closed.” her voice carried across the distance that separated her from the stranger. ”I will confess to holding a degree of skepticism for a Shinigami such as yourself requiring a blessing from human gods.”
Another step away from the shelter the tree provided. Shoulders straight and gaze unwavering, the woman was distinctly displeased with his presence, but not outwardly hostile.
”There are no Hollow here, no spirits left to be purified. Pardon my ill manners, but why have you come to a remote human village, Shinigami-san?”
Yet.
She was more wary, more guarded than the sad, quiet girl that had found this man’s Zanpakuto Spirit lost and injured so very long ago.
She was also significantly stronger-- and that of itself was likely the problem.
--
WC: 1018
GP: 20