@VitaVitaAR Idk why it took me 5 days lol
AKA "Yashaba," "Yasha-sama"
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โฌ | Phys. 49 | โ | Benevolent Youkai (Nekomata)
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โธจ ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ซ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐?
โธจ ๐ถ๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ โ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐?โ
Before the reverent aesthetic crumbled to contemporaneity, the Western standard โ before the present state of Minazawa City โ the Shion-kyo District was a sanctuary reminiscent of Kyoto, and the geisha ruled it and maintained its gardens and shrines methodically on the outskirts of a secular cityscape.
Often hallowed grounds stayed so, but when strays got their paws on an open sprawl of lavender flowers wedged behind a tiny temple site, there was little to be done. They came in droves; there was something about the โGarden of Cats,โ as it came to be known. There were positives to having them around, at least: a touristic niche; and the maiko absolutely adored them. The Garden of Cats became a tradition in themselves. At night, they would gather on high points and search the sky for the moon. At dawn, the maiko would come to feed them, and at noon, visitors would come try to spot them and name the newest arrivals with vaguely-Japanese monikers: โMiro,โ โMusuko,โ โKeru.โ
She and the others were allowed to stay. All the same, she could not let herself be content with easiness, to take advantage of on-and-off hospitality, or perhaps to be personally unattended to โ she might not have been a stray after all, but a neglected house cat. She often leave the garden on meanderings, finding herself at incomprehensible and fascinating places. And trouble, attempting to enter shrines on more than one occasion. She would take especial interest to the geisha as one would turn over a mystery even without reaching a conclusion. She would trail them, and amongst the memories she could hold onto, she would never forget oneโs reaction to an โofferingโ so shocking, the woman broke character to kick the mouseโs broken body across the street.
All the same, the garden, among buildings standing upwards of two-hundred years, among the geisha themselves, was never enough to overwhelm Shion-kyo in its little bubble of history. When it rained, mist would rise off the cobblestone, and the district would run like a painting. It became a ghost town.
One person at a time. It wasnโt a slow process, but it was particular โ she was made to believe motivated. Because the preservation of a past life was something comprehended by forces far greater than tourists, and this pocket in a world that had progressed beyond believing in them was too tantalizing, she supposed. She supposed, too, the geisha knew to an extent. The signs of possession appeared in temples, and a few must have been capable of casting it out, because, again, the process wasnโt immediate.
There was a familiar face one day, and then by the next, she vanished from the streets, never returned to the garden with food in tow. If they struggled, ; the geisha were composed even in death. The siege was successful, and in a moon, Shion-kyo stood decayed and abandoned, a coincidental twist of fate for its old buildings. To the omaiyo and the mages who were too late, looking in, the district lived as an example of what inaction bred. And to anyone else, there was no evidence that youkai had done it.
Only the cats were spared. Only they remembered, as best they could.
โธจ ๐จ ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ, '๐ถ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐?'
โธจ ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐. ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐บ, ๐จ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐บ๐, ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐โ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ. ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ!
AKA "Yashaba," "Yasha-sama"
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โฌ | Phys. 49 | โ | Benevolent Youkai (Nekomata)
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โธจ ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ป๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ซ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐?
โธจ ๐ถ๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ โ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐?โ
Before the reverent aesthetic crumbled to contemporaneity, the Western standard โ before the present state of Minazawa City โ the Shion-kyo District was a sanctuary reminiscent of Kyoto, and the geisha ruled it and maintained its gardens and shrines methodically on the outskirts of a secular cityscape.
Often hallowed grounds stayed so, but when strays got their paws on an open sprawl of lavender flowers wedged behind a tiny temple site, there was little to be done. They came in droves; there was something about the โGarden of Cats,โ as it came to be known. There were positives to having them around, at least: a touristic niche; and the maiko absolutely adored them. The Garden of Cats became a tradition in themselves. At night, they would gather on high points and search the sky for the moon. At dawn, the maiko would come to feed them, and at noon, visitors would come try to spot them and name the newest arrivals with vaguely-Japanese monikers: โMiro,โ โMusuko,โ โKeru.โ
She and the others were allowed to stay. All the same, she could not let herself be content with easiness, to take advantage of on-and-off hospitality, or perhaps to be personally unattended to โ she might not have been a stray after all, but a neglected house cat. She often leave the garden on meanderings, finding herself at incomprehensible and fascinating places. And trouble, attempting to enter shrines on more than one occasion. She would take especial interest to the geisha as one would turn over a mystery even without reaching a conclusion. She would trail them, and amongst the memories she could hold onto, she would never forget oneโs reaction to an โofferingโ so shocking, the woman broke character to kick the mouseโs broken body across the street.
All the same, the garden, among buildings standing upwards of two-hundred years, among the geisha themselves, was never enough to overwhelm Shion-kyo in its little bubble of history. When it rained, mist would rise off the cobblestone, and the district would run like a painting. It became a ghost town.
One person at a time. It wasnโt a slow process, but it was particular โ she was made to believe motivated. Because the preservation of a past life was something comprehended by forces far greater than tourists, and this pocket in a world that had progressed beyond believing in them was too tantalizing, she supposed. She supposed, too, the geisha knew to an extent. The signs of possession appeared in temples, and a few must have been capable of casting it out, because, again, the process wasnโt immediate.
There was a familiar face one day, and then by the next, she vanished from the streets, never returned to the garden with food in tow. If they struggled, ; the geisha were composed even in death. The siege was successful, and in a moon, Shion-kyo stood decayed and abandoned, a coincidental twist of fate for its old buildings. To the omaiyo and the mages who were too late, looking in, the district lived as an example of what inaction bred. And to anyone else, there was no evidence that youkai had done it.
Only the cats were spared. Only they remembered, as best they could.
โธจ ๐จ ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ, '๐ถ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐?'
โธจ ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐๐. ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐บ, ๐จ ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐บ๐, ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐โ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ. ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐พ!
 ___________________________________________________________________________ " Silly human, you're only imagining things. Fans don't move on their own, and cats cannot talk. Meow. " ___________________________________________________________________________ . . .
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Likes Freedom of will and expression. Pestering people. Competition - works better under pressure. Nature, open space. Dishing out criticism; the catharsis of tirades. Calligraphy. Wisteria flowers. Antique lamps. And the oil, too? Dislikes Pacifism and passiveness; bleeding-hearts. Anything or anyone she canโt cull, categorize, or comprehend. In that sense, messes. Forced socialization. Rain. Worms. Doing laundry. Ironically, being criticized. The philosophy to judge people by the sum of their parts โ sheโs immediately suspicious of other cats and other youkai. | . . . Adopting the โYashabaโ surname from one of many teachers, the youkai hoists the flower-and-willow tradition on her hind legs, from the traditionalism of her attire, to the shinayakasa of her gait. In quadruped form, she is nine and a half inches, nose to tail โ thereby she is only the height of a toddler in the manner she prefers to carry herself. Itโs the self-respect that manages to sell it; a sense of composure and constant awareness at when and where to reveal the extent of what she knows; and a velveteen, placid way of speaking that requisites for slurred โrโsโ and spat โsโsโ โ not so much an insensitive impression than a speech impediment. A personified parody, and a cranky cat lady in the most literal sense โ someone surely benevolent, but not inherently kind, nor honest, else she might have revealed herself in her self-imposed guardian role. Yashaba has a subtle personality, and much of her integrity is either hidden behind layers of decorum or compromised, much like a born predator animalโs would. The times she is truthfully, she is bluntly, acerbically so. To those who have met her, or will meet her, she can come across equally a reasoned sensei or a prickly pain in the tail โ Yasha-sama enjoys playing both sides. In the end, she is determined to make the world a better, safer place for humanity; every method she takes is a step in this direction. She is qualmless with being a turncoat considering the bounds made in her previous life, and the grounding of her spirit today: the light of the moon, a love for the arts, and the dignity of being more-or-less human. Yashaba exists for the unavenged lives of her masters. As long as malevolent youkai exist, so will she to snuff them out. |
โธจ ๐ฎ๐๐, ๐
๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐บ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฝ! ๐ฒ๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐๐
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๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐บ-๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐!
โธจ ๐ณ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ.
โธจ ๐ณ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ.
credit due to the original artist
