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A Guest of the Tsukino House WIP
Sweat dripped from his brow under the iron and leather of his helmet. He held his right side and felt his own blood seeping into the pads of his hand through the tough leather mail that clung to his torso. "Damn!" he hissed as he struggled to keep the reins of his horse in his free hand and maintain the balance of his failing body at the same time. "What a fine time to be in between friendly territories," the young wolf samurai thought before the constant sway of the horse's momentum rocked him to sleep.
..."so this is what it feels like to die"...
To his chagrin, the last images he remembered were of the surprise attack. The others traveling with him had been killed...they had been far too outnumbered for any of their talents or training to make a real difference. One of the higher ranked warriors had told him to flee. The message must be delivered back to their Master. And so he had left his brothers to bleed their honor out on the ground, the remembered strike of hooves beating in time with his now struggling heart.
"Tsukino-san!" called a feminine voice. He could faintly hear the shifting of grass between footsteps. "Samurai! He must be badly hurt!"
He heard the approach of another, though his heart was beating harder in his ears. "Go fetch three of the men, Jade. Have them bring him to the main house."
"Bu-but, Tsukino-san, we don't know if his sword is the enemy's or not..."
"Now, Jade." Featherlight footsteps padded swiftly away from him. All was silent, but he felt the second presence remaining. The last thing he felt was whispy hair brushing against his face as the unseen woman lifted off his helmet and cradled his head in the nook of her arm. Whoever she was, she smelled of cherry blossoms.
Days passed before consciousness returned to him. He was aware of the tinking of earthenware in the evenings and mornings, of light shining through the windows, and of whispered voices behind paper screens. When he dared to rise up off of the tatami mat, he winced and clutched at his bandaged side, the faintest stain of red still bleeding through to his paw. Alarm set in further when he realized his things were gone, replaced by a bowl of simple rice and a kettle of hot tea. Slowly, he tried to rise, but fell back.
"Please don't, Samurai!" commanded the hurried voice of a tanuki girl. "You'll tear your wound open again!"
"Where are my things?" he asked, his blue and green eyes wild and bewildered as he stared at the attractive young female. "Where am I?"
The tanuki shook her head, her eyebrows arched in genuine confusion. He was starting to get annoyed when a blue-grey wolf entered the room, laying her hand on the shoulder of the tanuki servant. "I will take it from here, Jade. Thank you."
Jade nodded, bowed slightly, and backed out of the room, leaving the samurai with the striking wolf girl. She was dressed in a simple cotton kimono of deep navy blue with a thinner white garment under it. Her obi was black with a white canvas tie fashioned around it. His gaze met her golden stare as she cleared her throat. "You have been asleep for three days, Young Warrior. You needn't worry about your things. They have been put away safely." Her eyes were confident but calm.
She walked over to him, offering her arm to help pull him up. "Forgive me if I don't take your word for it," he replied, amazed at how strong the slight creature was. She smirked and opened the sliding door further so that he could see into the adjacent room. His blue and teal armor was hung on a stand neatly, cleaned, and repaired, his things folded and stacked in a pile in front of it.
"You have my word that none of it was taken," she said, steadying him up against a wall before fetching a clean white rag and a bowl of steaming water. He nodded as she bent over, soaking the cloth and wringing it with her white tipped hands. She stopped just front of him and began undoing his kimono gently. His chest rose sharply as he felt the delicate black claws graze his charcoal pelt. She raised an eyebrow at him and spoke gently through a smile, "No need to be shy, who do you think has been changing your bandages before this?" She chuckled when she heard him gulp slightly and used a single claw to remove the old dressings from his well formed abdomen. She began dabbing the hot cloth gently on his right side where he had narrowly avoided being ran through a few days prior. As she worked around towards the side of his ribcage, he obediently raised his arm and tried to maintain a normal breathing rhythm. He stared at her striking face with its sharp and refined features, attempting to hide the blush under his black fur.
When she was done, she redressed his wounds, helped him fashion his kimono back properly, and turned to leave. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said quickly as he sat slowly back onto the mat, pulling the tray of food and tea towards himself, "I believe I owe Tsukino-San my thanks."
The wolf girl turned around and folded her hands as she bowed towards him. "I am Tsukino Okari, Samurai," she announced as she raised back up to meet his stare. "This is my house."
He nodded back at her, a little surprised that the lord of the house would have been dressing someone else's Samurai's wounds. "I'm assuming I'm in friendly territory then?" he had to hazard the chance.
Smiling, she continued. "No, you aren't, actually. You are in Kyoto. Probably two days' ride from anything resembling an ally to your Master." She saw his head drop in defeat. "However, many generations has this house been home to Samurai. You are safe here as long as you behave yourself and leave your mission at the door until you are well enough to hold your sword again."
He nodded and bowed as low as he could. Before she turned to leave, he caught the glint of her fangs as she walked out of the room. "And I warn you, Nameless Samurai, do not take me, the Lady of the house, lightly."
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..."so this is what it feels like to die"...
To his chagrin, the last images he remembered were of the surprise attack. The others traveling with him had been killed...they had been far too outnumbered for any of their talents or training to make a real difference. One of the higher ranked warriors had told him to flee. The message must be delivered back to their Master. And so he had left his brothers to bleed their honor out on the ground, the remembered strike of hooves beating in time with his now struggling heart.
"Tsukino-san!" called a feminine voice. He could faintly hear the shifting of grass between footsteps. "Samurai! He must be badly hurt!"
He heard the approach of another, though his heart was beating harder in his ears. "Go fetch three of the men, Jade. Have them bring him to the main house."
"Bu-but, Tsukino-san, we don't know if his sword is the enemy's or not..."
"Now, Jade." Featherlight footsteps padded swiftly away from him. All was silent, but he felt the second presence remaining. The last thing he felt was whispy hair brushing against his face as the unseen woman lifted off his helmet and cradled his head in the nook of her arm. Whoever she was, she smelled of cherry blossoms.
Days passed before consciousness returned to him. He was aware of the tinking of earthenware in the evenings and mornings, of light shining through the windows, and of whispered voices behind paper screens. When he dared to rise up off of the tatami mat, he winced and clutched at his bandaged side, the faintest stain of red still bleeding through to his paw. Alarm set in further when he realized his things were gone, replaced by a bowl of simple rice and a kettle of hot tea. Slowly, he tried to rise, but fell back.
"Please don't, Samurai!" commanded the hurried voice of a tanuki girl. "You'll tear your wound open again!"
"Where are my things?" he asked, his blue and green eyes wild and bewildered as he stared at the attractive young female. "Where am I?"
The tanuki shook her head, her eyebrows arched in genuine confusion. He was starting to get annoyed when a blue-grey wolf entered the room, laying her hand on the shoulder of the tanuki servant. "I will take it from here, Jade. Thank you."
Jade nodded, bowed slightly, and backed out of the room, leaving the samurai with the striking wolf girl. She was dressed in a simple cotton kimono of deep navy blue with a thinner white garment under it. Her obi was black with a white canvas tie fashioned around it. His gaze met her golden stare as she cleared her throat. "You have been asleep for three days, Young Warrior. You needn't worry about your things. They have been put away safely." Her eyes were confident but calm.
She walked over to him, offering her arm to help pull him up. "Forgive me if I don't take your word for it," he replied, amazed at how strong the slight creature was. She smirked and opened the sliding door further so that he could see into the adjacent room. His blue and teal armor was hung on a stand neatly, cleaned, and repaired, his things folded and stacked in a pile in front of it.
"You have my word that none of it was taken," she said, steadying him up against a wall before fetching a clean white rag and a bowl of steaming water. He nodded as she bent over, soaking the cloth and wringing it with her white tipped hands. She stopped just front of him and began undoing his kimono gently. His chest rose sharply as he felt the delicate black claws graze his charcoal pelt. She raised an eyebrow at him and spoke gently through a smile, "No need to be shy, who do you think has been changing your bandages before this?" She chuckled when she heard him gulp slightly and used a single claw to remove the old dressings from his well formed abdomen. She began dabbing the hot cloth gently on his right side where he had narrowly avoided being ran through a few days prior. As she worked around towards the side of his ribcage, he obediently raised his arm and tried to maintain a normal breathing rhythm. He stared at her striking face with its sharp and refined features, attempting to hide the blush under his black fur.
When she was done, she redressed his wounds, helped him fashion his kimono back properly, and turned to leave. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said quickly as he sat slowly back onto the mat, pulling the tray of food and tea towards himself, "I believe I owe Tsukino-San my thanks."
The wolf girl turned around and folded her hands as she bowed towards him. "I am Tsukino Okari, Samurai," she announced as she raised back up to meet his stare. "This is my house."
He nodded back at her, a little surprised that the lord of the house would have been dressing someone else's Samurai's wounds. "I'm assuming I'm in friendly territory then?" he had to hazard the chance.
Smiling, she continued. "No, you aren't, actually. You are in Kyoto. Probably two days' ride from anything resembling an ally to your Master." She saw his head drop in defeat. "However, many generations has this house been home to Samurai. You are safe here as long as you behave yourself and leave your mission at the door until you are well enough to hold your sword again."
He nodded and bowed as low as he could. Before she turned to leave, he caught the glint of her fangs as she walked out of the room. "And I warn you, Nameless Samurai, do not take me, the Lady of the house, lightly."
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of his character and my wolf/akita mix, Okari. Will be completed one day.<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
Size 628 x 893px
File Size 59.9 kB
Thanks for your input, I truly appreciate it. However, he's carrying more than just his equipment...and really, his personal equipment is probably the least of his concerns right now. Plus, as he's waking up out of sleep brought about by blood loss, I figure that keeping his speech pretty simple is a good idea.
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