1. Kiriko Hanshu

    Private The Impalpable Ash

    Amidst all the flow of sounds. Conversation. Kettle clattering against wooden table. The steady pour of tea into cups and the swirl of steam there that followed that drink which settled. There was the clear rattle shake chime of six brass rings that matched the soft song of the talisman bells...
  2. Kiriko Hanshu

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    Black. The flame burns black as that space betwixt the stars. The laps and ripples of shadow there in the wake of the moons. A purest purple, darker than any fist borne bruise could ever hope to dig down into flesh. Kiss bone. Bight down all the nerves and neurons, sharp with the sting of...
  3. Kiriko Hanshu

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    "Joke?" Kiriko scoffs. A devious little curl twisted up on her lip. "I need not jest, Yuan, we need only look at your penmanship!" the words formed all their own. Spilling free from her lips as easy as breath. Memories of her time with Yuan filling her mind like so much black ink thirsty to...
  4. Kiriko Hanshu

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    She tumbled toward the ink wrapped boatman. Body thumped against their mass. Felt like a cold smudge. Not quite cold water. Too thick. The sharp cry of the crow stung her ears. She gathered herself. Flinched back. Eyes saw the sharp beak, go for her. Hands raised. Fingers snatched at. Scraped...
  5. Kiriko Hanshu

    Paint by Adventures | A Seasonal Event Thread

    "You are sure you need nothing else, my priestess?" "No, Buru, it is quiet alright," Kiriko replies. Slipping embroidered slippers from her feet. Careful in placing them near to the raised wooden platform her bed mat rests upon. "I simply wish to be left to meditations, and rest," A bow from...
  6. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    Kiriko watched as the stranger, Nokoribi, walked away without another word. Her cup of tea still steaming upon the table. Buru closed his eyes, and but sipped from his own cup. "That one will bring us nothing but ill will," she said sharply to her guard whence the woman was gone. Buru put...
  7. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    Buru blew a breath across his cup. Taking in the young blade's tale. "Your father showed wisdom, then," the older swordsman allowed. Kindness and understanding there in his voice. Kiriko went on wearing her placid mask. Until the rolled up smoke was pulled out. Her eyebrow twitched, and her...
  8. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    A nod. Easy and calm. Given by the priestess. Buru, the swordsman across the table, nod the more eager. "Another round of tea, oft helps one learn the secrets of their company's hearts," Kiriko looked to the large swordsman. Her trusted bodyguard and attendant. "We will leave in the...
  9. Kiriko Hanshu

    Open Malignant

    "The air is stale," came the muffled sound of Kiriko's voice. A well wrapped cloth, covering her nose and mouth. "Foul," her bodyguard, Buru, said in agreement. His broad hand raised up to press down against he cloth about his own face. Kiriko looked over at Buru with a tilt of her conical...
  10. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    A moment of stillness descended upon the gathered three. The young Deva's words hung in the air, much like the steam that curled up from the pot of tea. "Then you will go with us," the priestess spoke with finality. Buru nod his approval, and the hints of a smile pulled across his wide and...
  11. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    A hard stare flit toward the woman who approached. Young and horned as she was. Kiriko's eyes found themselves falling upon the wooden sword that hung at her hip. "You carry a blade of the whispering wood," the young woman said plainly, as she felt the traces of old curses which hung about the...
  12. Kiriko Hanshu

    Kiriko Hanshu

    Tongues, countless dance, Bright and bold as they know the blossom petals fall from that same branch which feeds their reds and golds Set to shimmer Set to shake the shadows even prance pulled by winds that whip and whistle about the pyre. - Saizen, Priest of the Ash Clan
  13. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    "Right this way, miss, right this way," the squat frog of an inkeepr said. His eyes squint with practiced glee, and his wide winged mustache bounced with his measured bow-step-bow. He showed the pair to a secluded booth, not too far from the warmth of the cookfire that crackled gentle beneath...
  14. Kiriko Hanshu

    Dare Along the Kindled Path

    "return to the village" by Jason Scheier Dark was the sky, and cold were the winds that howled across the Red valley of Songi, kicking up the white snows that had blanketed the earth. Two straw-cloaked figures cut across a lantern-lit road, into the village of Sagwa. A wide brimmed hat made...
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