Shadows of the Past

Yi TaeKyung · 07-05-2011, 05:08 PM

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Not sure where this thread will go—but it should be fun, ^w^ She’s in lupus form.
WC: 669

The black fae had slowly traveled from the deep woods of Ethereal Eclipse back north. She did not know why she did not travel further south, but something north had seemed to call to her. Once, almost two moons ago when she had first arrived on these strange lands, the white orbs had caught sight of something upon the twilight horizon—a city. Initially, she had chosen to ignore it, for the silhouette and not proven impressive to one who had hailed from a land that harbored the concrete skeletons of massive skyscrapers. But as her longing for her home and her increasing isolation from the culture here had grown, the image of the concrete forest called to her. She had long since been resolved to not regret her long journey, but the young female had felt unable to assimilate to this new culture—perhaps she even resisted it. It was, perhaps, an unhealthy habit. Yet, her diligent practice of Taekwondo had kept her heart and passion alight. The lunar orbs continued to flicker with that cold and empty flame.

And surely her father’s blood did indeed run within her veins. The dark dreams that filled her mind only grew in significance as she traveled in the shadows of the night. Those lunar orbs, so perfect for the darkness, was no match for daylight hours. Indeed, the single instance in which she had forced herself to continue her hunt for food had caused her vision’s vibrant colours to lessen—but the colour lingered still. He heart grew darker, the tenebrous soul consumed by the obsidian world in which she lived.

Halifax. The city was unimpressive to the Korean hybrid, but she did not take it for granted. The concrete forest provided her with that small solace. For a moment, she simply stood there, stationary in the darkness, naught but the shadows her coat so keenly hid within. Black auricles lifted above her head like the horns of netherworld specters, a shadow of her father’s blood. As the young woman had grown into adulthood, she had taken on many of his traits. And yet, somehow her mother’s neutrality continued to balance the impending darkness of the hybrid’s soul. A mirthless smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It was almost sad. A memory flickered to the surface, a memory that she quickly pushed back. The even had been the cause of her departure from her homeland, and the young Jindo-wolf was still unable to accept it. It was her one regret perhaps. One that allowed the shadows of the world to so easily enter her heart, that allowed her to even welcome the shadowy tendrils that fingered their way into her being.

The nighttime silence was broken by the merciless clawing of her talons upon the paved road—so different from the soft earth of the woods. She moved through the empty streets, alone still and without a trace of another. She almost preferred it now. TaeKyung did not know where she was going, or where she would stop. There was nothing that she was looking for, and yet she felt that she searched for something specific....

She turned into a building, engulfed now in near-complete darkness. Yet she was not blind there. Once, many seasons ago, another wolf with eyes like her own had met the black-eyed Korean here, and a vigilante coyote had killed him, setting fire to the place. She knew none of that history. She could only smell the ashes that still lingered here. She turned into a room, sensing a heavy darkness that she had not yet sensed within these lands. The obsidian fae paused—almost surprised by the heaviness that she had felt only within her homelands. The hybrid was within a room, the remnants of a bed and a fireplace visible for the ashes-- there was even a brand with a familiar character: 無. The hybrid lifted the cold metal in her strong jaws. She wanted this strange reminder of her homeland.

Barrett · 07-08-2011, 07:03 PM

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Business had been slow, but Barrett couldn't find it in him to go back to Crimson Dreams. Logic told him he would have heard about it already if his forbidden liaison had been discovered, but emotion (specifically paranoia) bade him to keep his head down, to lie low. Shock—or maybe denial—had allowed him to keep a straight face around the bear of a Lictor outright, but now that the reality of the situation had sunk in, he worried he'd lose his cool on the off chance he ran into Ghita's husband.

He'd have to keep to Halifax awhile longer while he collected himself. He frittered away the hours and days tending to his plants, practising guitar, and trying to smoke the troubles out of his mind, not unlike a hunter smoking a rabbit out of its hole. After he split ways with Pixie, he had only seen one other canine all week: a random hybrid, who—upon realising the boy's propensity for glowing things—lead him to a wealth of strange mushrooms growing in the forests near the old territory of freshly disbanded Phoenix Valley. The hybrid, a self-proclaimed botanist who went by the name of Drake, also introduced him to a number of flower and plant species meant to attract fireflies and butterflies.

Barrett had spent several days smearing the mushroom caps on some fallen logs against the tree line to disperse their spores, as well as transplanting black-eyed susans, New England asters, coneflowers, verbenas, zinnias, and butterfly weeds found growing wild or left behind in human suburbia. The going rate for the botanist's time and identification skills had been steep, but the boy found the transaction to be worthwhile. It gave him something to do—even after the plants were situated, they needed extra water and attention—and it added more colour to his property, through both the flowers themselves and the visitors they attracted.

Drake departed as suddenly as he had come, and the youth found himself growing restless over the following days despite all the work to be done. As night fell, he stared solemnly at the faint flashes of his Dyakia and the intermittent glow of the fireflies; it was peaceful and quiet, but he felt the need to move. After securing his belongings in the garage and the key about his neck, he found himself assuming his four-legged form, which always felt more sure-footed in the dead of night. He roamed without aim or direction through the eerie streets, at least until a familiar scent reached up his nose to tickle his brain. Barrett began to track it unconsciously.

Only when he was very near the Jindo hybrid did he become aware of exactly who he was trailing, and by then she had disappeared into the building. He wavered uncertainly outside; even after all this time, he could still faintly scent the remnants of smoke and ash. The yearling did not trust the stability of these buildings. A high pitched whine rose in his throat and he stood at the threshold, barking once inquisitively and listening for some response.

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Yi TaeKyung · 07-13-2011, 12:51 PM

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Sorry about the wait~!
WC: 598

The cool metal was heavy between her teeth, the texture and weight almost uncomfortable. Fine adjustments were made by flexing her jaws in minimal increments until the metal was held more comfortably. She didn’t know what she wanted to do with it. She knew that she couldn’t carry it for long in the natural, four-legged form, for it would wear down the strength of her jaws and teeth. But she could carry it a short distance from the old, concrete structure before contemplating its use. She knew that it was a brand, and that if she liked she could mark herself. But it was strange that she had found such a thing in this Western land. She had not encountered any wolf of the Eastern lands, and the metal was not worn or rusted, suggesting that it was younger than the concrete jungle. It was a curiosity indeed. The white orbs made the awkward angles to focus upon the brand’s image. 무. Nothingness. At times, her soul would sing with a strange nothingness—and yet she could not resist it. It seemed natural, as if it were a part of her.... The Jindo hybrid thought that the path of her life must be following fate.

As the tenebrous female turned to leave, a whine reached her ears. The black auricles became erect, struck by the abrupt presence of another. A warning growl, dark and hostile, clawed the air in response. She must have been deep in thought, she decided, to have missed the entrance. As her body made the full turn, the stranger barked, and the white orbs found a familiar form. The growl subsided. Through the thick, dank scent of the ash-filled building, the Korean found his identity. The dark plume made a single, amiable sweep. The dark crania lowered as the jaws released their metallic treasure. The brand responded with a cold, cry of grating metal, a cry of protest—as if its cold form grew distressed in her absence. The sound struck the Korean’s ears, but she turned from it, raising her eyes to the familiar one. “Beh-rlee,” the alto greeting came, her song smooth and unruffled by her initial display of hostility. “Wah-i here?” Her head cocked to the side. The male was definitely not who she expected to find here. He was a pack wolf, after all. She had not expected to meet him again, although she had considered him and his pack. He had been the only wolf thus far to make a good impression upon the foreigner. And he had hunted with her.

The wild wolf and feral dog within the young female, however, emerged, wondering briefly if he were here to steal her new-found treasure. But the logical domestication of the luperci mind allowed her to understand beyond the simple rules and guidelines of the Wild’s game of survival. He was a friend—perhaps the only friend she had within these still-foreign lands. The martial artist moved past the relinquished brand, approaching the male. Her nose brushed against the fur of his jaw and neck as she moved by, circling him and scenting him in a friendly fashion—the canine greeting. She paused momentarily at the base of his tail before circling around again. The white orbs met the other’s pale gaze, and while a faint warmth moved at their surface, the within the depths of those eyes was an unnerving emptiness. “잘 지냈어?” And she caught herself, her head shaking as if to brush off her natural Korean. “Hah-oo ahrl yoo?” He should be able to better understand.

Barrett · 07-16-2011, 11:24 PM

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A growl sounded from inside. Barrett retreated several steps from the entryway and his ears fell back on instinct, but he took no offence to her automatic response, recognising it to be simply that. It wasn't unexpected coming from a creature confined in a pitch black building, what with him blocking the exit and all. As she materialised from the darkness, however, recognition dawned on her features. His ears pricked up, his tail wagged twice, and his eyes followed the sound of the heavy metal instrument as it clattered to the ground.

He recognised its purpose immediately, if not the foreign character. The family mark on his haunch itched as he remembered his own branding; no fur grew there to this day, although the Roman numerals weren't very prominent, being raised dark flesh against a backdrop of rich chocolate fur. The cargo pants he oft donned in his bipedal form concealed it completely. Her voice, in any case, drew his attention away from the brand just as quickly as it had come to it. “Just out for a stroll,” he explained, having no better answer. The truth was a long story not worth getting into.

She drew closer and his ears wavered from their erect position once more. He returned the gentle bump with an amicable nuzzle of his own, and his eyes lit up in amusement when he realised what she was doing. It spoke to a deeply rooted instinct—his tail lifted unthinkingly so she could get a better whiff, all while he sniffed at her as she moved past—but he couldn't recall a single time he'd been greeted in such a fashion.

He observed that TaeKyung was more feral than average, which he found intriguing. Barrett, too, heeded instinct more than most, even as he embraced the use of human tools and buildings. He couldn't ignore displays of dominance and submission as many modern luperci might; he was less restrained with his emotions. He could pass a lie with a straight face, yes, but he was hardly stoic. Perhaps it was this connection that solidified their kinship, (verbal) communication barriers be damned.

His ears pivoted yet again as the sounds of her native tongue lofted through the still night-time air. It was interesting to hear her talk this way—the sounds were so much smoother and more natural than her awkward, strained English. “Eh, I'm hanging in there,” he said with a shrug. The exercise and her company helped keep any heavy thoughts at bay, but recent events still left him weary, which was evident through his tone. “How about you? I hope you haven't settled for this run-down mess,” he mused, a roundabout way of observing she hadn't settled in a pack yet.

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Yi TaeKyung · 07-18-2011, 11:34 PM

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Sorry for the rambling >~< Just trying to get some characterization in....
WC: 700

Her nose had brushed against the raised branding on his left flank. The obsidian female regarded it with a mild interest, the white orbs flashing with the function of the metallic treasure she had deposited before the male. She had almost continued on without noticing that mark for the thick fur, but her sensitive muzzle had found the depression in the fur and the raised scar-tissue. If she chose to mark herself with the brand that she had found, it would remain upon her being just as the brand remained upon the male. Had she been within her own homeland, the female would have immediately disregarded such suggestion, for such marks were marks of ultimate degradation. But she was no longer there. Here, in these lands, the wolves were strangers covered in marks of all kinds. She would identify herself with her own—here, she was a minority, an outcast, just as a member of a syndicate would be. Then she asked herself—was she like those who objected to society? Indeed, this society was not the same as her own. Even now she resisted assimilation. She did not want to lose her identity, and yet she was no longer a part of her homeland, of her pack, of her family.... TaeKyung had become a simple lone wolf, a hybrid whose only purpose in life was to fight, to become stronger, to be the best. A street fighter.

But with this male she chose not to challenge—not yet. The sound of his familiar voice drew her from her thoughts as she circled to face him once again. The lunar orbs were dull in the near-complete darkness, and yet they still found the light to glint with that ephemeral quality that did not reflect the darkness of her blood and soul. Only that he had drawn her from her thoughts was apparent as the Korean’s narrow eyes grew clear. She had understood ‘Just out,’ but the words ‘stroll’ was unfamiliar to her, and it was more difficult for her to reproduce. The Jindo hybrid was satisfied with the nuzzle he had returned to her, and her pugnacious nature was stilled. But the foreigner thought that it was almost a dismissive comment and chose not to question his diction. The black female simply nodded as the darkness of the room seemed to gather about her, the tendrils of shadow clinging to her fur with cold, powerful grips. Their soundless susurrus whispered with the voices of ghosts, the same ghosts that haunted her dreams and called forth the darkness from her soul.

The black auricles pierced the dark ceiling as his voice sounded once more in the silence. Had his tone been neutral, the obsidian hybrid would had understood his words to be the usual positive response to her question, but it was not so. The chocolate familiar held his emotions openly to her upon his voice. Was it a weakness? Already that week she had killed a sparring opponent for showing weakness where, in other battles, she had spared the life of the strong, hoping one day that she would encounter them, stronger, once more and kill them. The white orbs lit up with the passion of her martial art. But Barret was no sparring partner, she reminded herself. He was her only friend. “Noh oh-keh-i ssah-oon-deu,” the alto song countered awkwardly. Before she could continue in an amiable manner, he spoke again. (Again, she remarked at the time it took to understand and translate a foreign language.) The Korean hybrid paused, tilting her head as she struggled to understand. Then she giggled softly. “Noh, noh!” the amused voice replied. “Noh hohm~!” The last word was drawn out in mock reproof. “Juh-seu-teu whok-king,” she justified, a similar response that she had given.

The lone female sat back upon sinewy haunches, the metallic brand forgotten now. “Wah-i noh goo-deu?” TaeKyung referred to Barrett’s mood, which had seemed less than content. Perhaps she was prying, but the lone female wanted to know. It was not often that she chose to speak with other wolves. “괜찮아,” she murmured, choosing not to translate. She hoped her soft, gentle tone was enough to lure him in.

Barrett · 07-19-2011, 07:07 PM

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Barrett grinned despite himself. Not many wolves seemed to understand his humour—that deadpan sarcasm, that subtle cynicism—and it was always refreshing to find someone who appreciated his lame jokes. It was unexpected from the steely foreigner, but no less welcome. What could he say? He liked making a girl laugh. It raised his spirits and fostered a stronger sense of kinship. Still, he wasn't sure he could delve into the specifics of his troubles. How could he explain to her that he'd been an accessory to adultery? It would be wrong to call him a sexist wolf, but he doubted a female would empathise with his case.

And yet, if she was trying to make a connection, he wouldn't turn her away. “I did something I shouldn't have,” he replied at length, deliberately vague. Even now he sounded unconvinced—the distinction between right and wrong was so arbitrary. The severity of any given sin was relative. If he knew she killed for sport, he'd find that much more objectionable than his recent transgressions. At the time he was ignorant of the Eques' betrothal, and as far as he was concerned, the woman had come onto him. What was he going to do—say no? Barrett was as hot blooded and hormonal as the next male adolescent.

Even the jindo hybrid's light, platonic touches earlier were enough to elicit some sort of arousal in the primitive, animalistic side of his brain. But apart from an automatic change in pheromones and an unconscious flexing of his muscles (simply to show off the goods—there was no tension here), he did not act on these instincts. TK didn't seem like the type to appreciate such advances, and thinking with the wrong head had gotten him into enough trouble lately. Besides, they were friends. “I don't think I'll get in trouble for it, though,” he added. “I have my own place in this city, so I'm just laying low here for a bit.” Strangely, he was both reckless and cautious all at once.

“You're not stayin' anywhere in particular then, eh?” he wondered aloud. Barrett was a sucker for a familiar face, especially in these lands where individuals drifted in and out like the tide. Maybe if he knew where to look for her in the future, he wouldn't have to leave their encounters up to fate or coincidence.

Pppt. Your writing is too pretty to be considered rambling <3 And... Did it come yet? T_T

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Yi TaeKyung · 07-29-2011, 04:15 PM

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Thanks for being patient! ^w^;; <333
WC: 615

The black fae offered only a curt nod to the black male’s response. She said nothing for what seemed like a great deal of time. Instead, the white orbs flickered over the dark male’s body, noting the structure of bone and muscle of his natural shape. He was lean, although that was not to say that he was weak. To the contrary it seemed as if that lanky body had strength of any healthy wolf. She couldn’t tell by merely looking whether he disciplined his muscles at all—although she suspected that he did not train as she did. Her life revolved about Taekwondo, about the spirit of fighting. Her souls should have been pure and clean, and yet it remained tainted, doomed, it seemed, to delve deeper into the obsidian furls of a dreamless dream.

But what had Barrett done? She wondered if he had killed someone. No, she decided. A pack would not tolerate such a thing. And yet, here he was, away from the packlands. Alone. Curiosity grew within the female, but her cultured personality, however imperceptible, kept her voice in silence. And the silence seemed to ensue as the black female remained silent. At length, Barrett himself broke the silence one more. The first part she understood, but the second she had difficulty with. He had a place...in this city? He lived here too...? That was strange to the Korean hybrid, but she did not comment save for a brief, imperceptible tilt of her dark crania. It was to the main topic that she replied. “Yoo doo suhm-ssing, buh-teu yoo....” the alto began as she trailed off in thought. What was the word she sought? She could not say it in English. “후회…유감.” Of course he wouldn’t understand. She sighed, pausing and regrouping her thoughts in order to translate to her best ability. “Yoo wahn-teu naht doo?” She hoped it would get her question across.

The Jindo hybrid shook her head. “Noh li-beu lah-ekk dat,” the alto voice seemed to admonish. “Noh goo-deu” The black fae tried her best to live her own life without regret. Thus far, although she missed the lands of her birth, she did not regret being in this place, as culturally difficult as it was. Even though her soul delved into darkness uncontrollably, almost as if the hand of a ghost drew her soul down to the darkness of deep-earth, the woman did not regret. As long as she could fight, she did not regret.

The black ears lifted at his question, as if the suggestion was a surprise—and yet the white orbs seemed impassive. “Noh, noh!” The Jindo-wolf countered. “TaeKyung not li-beu he-ulr. Li-beu noh-welr.” The strange mirthless smile faintly touched the foreigner’s lips. She had not yet found a pack, nor had she settled upon a home. She simply wandered—a true lone wolf—still searching for something that she had not yet found. This place, the city, it reminded her of Korea but it was not the same. Korea’s concrete jungles were vast and tall, somehow more alive than this dead place. Suddenly, fluidly, the black fae rose from her sinewy haunches and moved beyond the male, her black tail raised as if displaying dominance. A sidelong glance was spared for the male as she chose to leave, relinquishing, or now, the brand that she had found. “Leht-seu goh!”

She led the male back into the streets. She did not know where they would go, but the clean air was better than the dusty building. Her black claws scraped the pavement mercilessly as if searching for a weak point. “Yoo li-beu he-ulr,” she stated, remembering what he had said. “Shoh me.”

Barrett · 08-03-2011, 08:37 PM

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He took some time to process her intended message, but then—“Oh, no... I wanted it at the time,” he said. “It would be simpler if the situation was so clear cut. Let's just say it was totally worth it if I don't get caught, but if I do, things might get dicey.” His words came slow and deliberate, as he finally seemed to register her comprehension improved with careful annunciation and more moderately paced speech. Still, that urban, punkish slang persisted. Thank the Stars for context clues!

And then she rose abruptly and he trailed after her with a shrug. He wasn't particularly keen on the dilapidated building anyway; its charred beams supported the roof for now, but he wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing collapsed in on itself at any given moment. They padded back into the deserted streets. The teen paused to shake briskly, a futile exercise meant to expel the strange scent of Flame and Ash from his coat and nasal passageways; but it persevered, even as they stepped out into the fresh air. The key rattled on its chain about his neck like dog tags on a collar, and then the eerie noiselessness of the dead city resumed.

His charcoal ears lifted at her prompting; the teen nodded and took the lead, guiding them in the direction of his suburban hacienda. He wasn't sure if she would recognise or appreciate the dubious nature of his establishment, but she held no authority over him, so he could not truly be pressed to care. And this way, they would have a means to find one another in the future. Even if the toasted male bounced all over the place in Crimson Dreams and the neutral lands in between, his residence in Halifax stayed constant. His claim to this land was abundantly clear; his scent marks grew in frequency and potency as they drew closer.

“This is it,” he announced, turning down the driveway to his garage. “Got some couches and stuff inside... but hey, check out this, first!” he said, moving past the maintained structure into the back yard. He crossed an imaginary, meaningless line onto the adjacent property. This too was his, although once upon a time, the parcels were owned by two separate households. Such distinctions were lost on the wolf—for all intents and purposes, Anselm had merged it into one the day he erected the greenhouse behind the second building.

As they neared the grow house, soft, iridescent green lights flashed from within. The boy used his muzzle to push through the plastic flaps and led her inside. Here, the source of the lights became more obvious—snails. His tail swung as he pointed out a freshly laid clutch of eggs to her with his snout; they glowed continuously, unlike the adults which only ignited and fizzled out on occasion. “Pretty cool, huh?” he murmured, tail swinging steadily like a metronome.

Likewise x_x Also, guess what showed up today? The letter I sent you bounced back... I double checked the address and I had it exactly as written, so I have no idea. But at least you got paypal set up, and at least I don't have to wonder what happened to it Big Grin

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Yi TaeKyung · 08-12-2011, 04:56 PM

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I’m so sorry about the wait! *fail* OnO
WC: 501

Black lips moved imperceptibly with a mirthless smile. TaeKyung was satisfied that Barry had agreed to her request. The lone female was determined to retain this one friendship that she found quite tolerable. Regardless of her need to be on her own, she knew that it was a healthy thing for the mind to speak with others in a friendly manner. The others she could suffer to fight and kill. And if she died, there would be no burden upon another. Moreover, she had never been in the house of a foreigner.... It was strange, but she knew only the ways in which the Koreans lived. It was time to learn how these Westerners functioned. And so she followed, her body calm and without the urge to wage war. Black claws clicked upon the pavement, announcing their present to the ignorant city.

Soon, she could see the bright lights, lights that were amplified by her photo-sensitive eyes. TaeKyung was immediately interested, wondering what was beyond the plastic. She thought that they might be fireflies, for she had encountered such creatures while resting—they were a relaxing sight on such occasion. Her curiosity would be satisfied, it seemed, as it was this glowing place that they should see first instead of his abode. Her step quickened she followed behind in mild curiosity. But as she followed him through the plastic flaps, using her body to shrug the plastic from her body, she found that the creatures producing light were not fireflies at all. “아! 달팽이다!” TaeKyung turned to Barry. “Hah-oo coll Ing-geu-lee-shee?” She had not expected to find snails glowing. The black plume wagged once thoughtfully. “Hah-oo lah-it?” It was definitely a curiosity.

Barry pointed something out, and the white orbs moved to find the point of intrest. The Korean hybrid beheld the glowing clutch of eggs, finding them to be quite strange. The green light glinted off her white, iridescent orbs, and yet the green light was not reflected in those eyes. The martial artist’s head tilted slightly, curiosity glinting in her eyes. A slight, imperceptible nod was given in response, followed shortly by a soft, “Koohl.” The Korean did indeed find this to be ‘cool,’ but she was unable to find the significance of the un-hatched creatures to her male friend. “Iss goot sing?” The alto voice, normally unreadable, held the hint of the curiosity that was provoked within her. “Meh-di-suhn?” The white orbs turned to meet his pale gaze. She thought perhaps that he was raising the snails for medicinal purposes. The warrior was not familiar with the combinations of the traditional medicines used in her homeland and in neighboring China, but she knew some—none, however, that included snails, but she couldn’t be sure. Perhaps eating the snails was a remedy to some illness. And if the snails were medicinal, perhaps the other plants here were as well. “Waht geu-roh-oo he-uhl?” Her own black muzzle was used to indicate to the growing flora upon which the snails moved.

Barrett · 08-18-2011, 07:19 PM

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Even the habitually stoic TaeKyung was not immune to the intrigue of his mystical pets. It wasn't a personal victory by any stretch of the imagination—only Nature could take credit for their fascinating glow—but it warmed him to see her (relatively) excited, curiosity piqued. “Snails,” he responded. “Specifically Dyakia Striata. They're from Singapore,” he added carefully, searching her countenance for any signs of recognition in the pale green light. He had referenced a map since they first met, and although the two nations were still vastly separated, they were much closer than most other places that held any significance to him. “And I'm not sure how. It's probably like a firefly,” he concluded softly.

Were they a good thing? He chuckled softly to himself, not because of the inquiry itself, but simply for how absurd his mollusc-infested garden must seem to anyone else. He had to be the first farmer in the history of time to encourage the primitive pests, but so far they had only done minimal damage to his bountiful crop. He provided them other fruits and vegetables they seemed to like more, so they had no reason to feast excessively on the marijuana or poppies. He still saw a few leaves nibbled on here and there, though. “No purpose; just aesthetics—they look neat,” he clarified.

As for the plants? A tentative nod. “Those are medicinal, I suppose.” They could be. “Opium poppies and weed; good for pain and tension,” he explained. “Or for just making the snails look even cooler,” he added with a mischievous smirk. “This patch of other stuff in the back actually belongs to a friend of mine; these 're used in aromatherapy, making incense.” He shrugged, knowing little of what Alae did with her plants or what they were called. He'd discovered the seeds on his doorstep one afternoon and planted a handful to see how they did—they were growing well, and he had plans to raise a second greenhouse to accommodate the rest of the seeds sometime soon.

Slow zero is slow. Dx

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