3/1/2025, 12:57 AM
Skill: Heartbroken [1/5]
It'd been days. Weeks? Koyuki didn't know. And by this point, she didn't care to find out.
Her body was gaunt, with contours of her ribs jutting from her sides. The woman stepped over the snow with quiet huffs. Her legs were burning. Screaming at her to stop. To repose. To curl up somewhere warm and never wake up.
Koyuki was starving. The notion of food made a pang of agony grip her stomach with icy fingers. Cerulean eyes squeezed shut and she let out a low, pained hiss. Her tail thrashed against her side in discontentment.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
She was to die with honor, as Kairyū had. As Daisuke had. Not trudging around a foreign land, left wondering how to leave. How she'd got there in the first place—everything was a blur. One second was the comfort of her home. Desolate, yet familiar. Yet now...
Koyuki's nose twitched against the air. Through the frigid air pierced a sweet scent that spoke of spring, of warmth—the scent of flowers. Floral, gentle, benign... nearly eliciting a smile on the somber woman's lips.
She descended the hill, toward the smell flowery smell, halting before a tunnel of blush pink. Koyuki squinted at the towering trees, bedecked with blooming blossoms, despite the season. The gusts of heimal winds did nothing to shed away the petals that sprouted from the branches. How?
She stepped through the tunnel, tail coiled at her limbs. Uncertain, yet thoroughly allured.
Her body was gaunt, with contours of her ribs jutting from her sides. The woman stepped over the snow with quiet huffs. Her legs were burning. Screaming at her to stop. To repose. To curl up somewhere warm and never wake up.
Koyuki was starving. The notion of food made a pang of agony grip her stomach with icy fingers. Cerulean eyes squeezed shut and she let out a low, pained hiss. Her tail thrashed against her side in discontentment.
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
She was to die with honor, as Kairyū had. As Daisuke had. Not trudging around a foreign land, left wondering how to leave. How she'd got there in the first place—everything was a blur. One second was the comfort of her home. Desolate, yet familiar. Yet now...
Koyuki's nose twitched against the air. Through the frigid air pierced a sweet scent that spoke of spring, of warmth—the scent of flowers. Floral, gentle, benign... nearly eliciting a smile on the somber woman's lips.
She descended the hill, toward the smell flowery smell, halting before a tunnel of blush pink. Koyuki squinted at the towering trees, bedecked with blooming blossoms, despite the season. The gusts of heimal winds did nothing to shed away the petals that sprouted from the branches. How?
She stepped through the tunnel, tail coiled at her limbs. Uncertain, yet thoroughly allured.