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The Rotting Harvest (Sci-Fi Horror Action)

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Poem of the Bladed Nightingale [Skull & Mistress Dizzy]

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The rainfall added a somber depth to Jin’s confession. It was as if the entire world cried along with her, and Ishawari was caught within the eye of its storm. It hurt to know that she carried such a heavy burden, that her warm smiles were haunted by a tragedy that visits on stormy nights like this.

He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warm sorrow of her face against the crook of his neck, and gently said in her ear: “Had I the power of the gods, I’d smite the Thunder Maidens themselves for ever hurting you.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, all Ishawari could do was hold her tight, hoping it was enough to keep her from getting swept up by the storms of sorrow. In her vulnerability, he felt exposed by the grim brushstrokes painted on his own canvas, allowing for a moment of clarity on the path they currently tread, as the words from Jin’s father echo in his mind.

‘When people are in need, you don’t look away’

Ishawari gently released from her, allowing enough space between them so he could look into her eyes and say:

“Perhaps it’s destiny, that we, who mourn for our parents, guard the boy who mourns for his.” Ishawari smiled. “I can’t speak on the pain that clutches at your heart, or pretend to know the sorrow of a child who was loved by their parents. Lightning casts itself onto you as a haunting reminder of loss, but in time, I hope the fear of its arrival becomes a jolting embrace, one that kisses your forehead before you drift to sleep. Just know that you are not alone, Jin. You will always have my shoulder to cry on.”

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@Gigan No worries buddy. Thanks for responding. I hope everything is well with you!

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Bumpsies

still looking for players :)

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This will probably take awhile to gain more interest, but for those that have shown interest and are planning on applying, let me know.

I’m not ghosting out on this, even if it ends up being 2-3 people or even a 1 x 1 lol!

Poem of the Bladed Nightingale [Skull & Mistress Dizzy]

The rest of the evening was calm and relatively uneventful. The constable stopped by to get a statement from Ishawari. He gave the officer meager details; just enough info to confirm the villager’s testimonies. The man looked visibly frustrated while taking note of it all, as if annoyed for having to do his own job. Ishawari didn’t care for him, not one bit. The man was assigned to Hanowa from a big city in the east, and village gossip suggests it was punishment for a misdeed. Judging by his attitude, Ishawari wasn’t surprised. He just hoped the officer was competent enough to transfer those bandits to the port city authorities in a timely manner.

The constable, however, wasn’t completely useless. He did in fact confirm what Jin mentioned with regard to increased port security. Ishawari tried to press the constable about any news regarding the assassination attempt on the prince, but the man didn’t know, or seem to care.

“I’m sure the prince is nice and safe,” The constable yawned. “Better locked in that castle, then out here in the... wild. Such an overreaction! Why increase security out here anyways? The trouble is at the Emperor’s own doorstep for crying out loud!”

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Today’s events weighed heavily on Ishawari’s mind, so much so that sleep wasn’t a viable option; the rain and thunder would make sure of it. And judging from by the sounds coming from the other room, he wasn’t the only one. As usual, Prince Hotaru was fast asleep. Ishawari looked to the corner where Jin was clearly distraught. He approached her when he felt it was appropriate and said:

“The prince’s snoring keeping you up too, huh?” He joked, hoping to ease her mind.

He glanced at Hotaru, then gestured with his index finger out into the living space and said:

“Care for some tea? I’ve some at the dinner table.”

Ishawari isn’t one to pry, but if Jin was willing to open herself up to him, he made it a point to be graceful about it.