I'm gonna start a village...
...on the mainland.
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[Independent Neya Muito from Itsuwaribito]
Furisode (振袖) is a style of kimono distinguishable by its long sleeves, which range in length from 85 centimeters for a kofurisode (小振袖) to 114 centimeters for an ōfurisode (大振袖).
Furisode are the most formal style of kimono worn by unmarried women in Japan.
Many parents buy the Furisode for their daughters to celebrate this significant point in a young woman’s life. Furisode is a formal kimono for single women, it is brightly colored and made of very fine quality silk. In the very modest Japanese society wearing a Furisode is a very obvious statement. It is a very loud and clear advertisement that the single woman is available for marriage. (x)
“I look strong.” Sinbad made a face at that, as if a little irritated. Though he wasn’t quite sure why he was acting like this; perhaps it was just because he remembered his past again. He never was that strong—in term of strength, perhaps a sailor like himself would win, but skills? Sinbad had to learn that through the years. “As my father used to say, I was just very good at choosing my fate.”
“But don’t worry, I have enough magoi to protect us from anything else you can’t handle.”
“Is there something wrong with that?” She was confused as to why he made such a face at what she assumed could be considered a compliment. Not that it wasn’t the truth however, in his older age he really did look strong hell she unfortunately had the pleasure to see the man’s naked abs and torso enough times to not think he was strong.
So why was he making a face as though it were a bag thing? Neya stares at Sinbad thoughtfully for a moment before blinking confusedly at his words. Choosing your fate? She didn’t know what that meant so she said nothing about it.
“Magoi… Oh right, your uhm magic stuff. I always hear it being mentioned but I’ve never seen you use it.”
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“Treat my wound..?” He repeated and glanced down at his shoulder. That’s right… Kiyoshi’s butler had stabbed him. It was a terrible wound— The sword had gone completely through his shoulder and created a pretty good sized hole. He had remembered fleeing the mansion injured before this moment, but it was slowly coming back to him now.
“I suppose that’s alright…” Sho huffed and sat up slowly. He didn’t want to tell her that there was really no need to worry about it getting infected for his body - even in this state - would make it impossible to become infected. He was far more concerned about bleeding out. “I’m going— To bleed out…” He continued to huff, looking up at the woman who was offering to help treat him.
If Misao was here, he wouldn’t need all this. But of course she wasn’t and even if she was she probably wouldn’t give him her blood willingly. In this state Sho was currently in, he was too weak to forcibly take it from her. Damn that vampire for doing this to him…
Just as he was about to say something along the lines of a thank you, an intense wave of pain shot down his body. Sho clutched his shoulder and began to shout, flopping back down onto his back. He had forgotten all about the poison…
Bleed out? Neya blinked for a moment, bleeding out was a bad thing, if she was remembering correctly. All the more reason to hurry and fix him up. Her hands blindly groped around behind her for the roll of bandages that she had pulled out earlier, once grabbing them she held them up for him to see. “Don’t worry sir, I won’t let that happen.”
Setting the bandages back down, Neya grabbed another strip of cloth and dropped it in the bowl of water, while that began to soak she’d have to remove of his top in order to get to his shoulder. Just as she leaned forwards to peel the clothing off his skin, he screamed and it startled her. Mouth dropping open as she slapped her hands on her cheeks the teen let out a nervous squeak.
EEEEK! WHY IS HE SCREAMING!? I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING YET!
Hearing him release another shout again snapped the girl out of her stupor and her attention when back on the male. “W-What’s happening mister?” Hands hovering over where he clutched his shoulder, Neya at a loss on what she should do there was no Yakuma around to tell her what went wrong but she was positive she had nothing to do with it. So why was he screaming? What was happening to his shoulder…
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♛: my “FOREVER” pairing
♔: my “sometimes” pairing (if i’m in the mood)
旦: my “friends-with-benefits” pairing
☆: my “adele” pairing (“WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL”)
☁: my “angst” pairing
✖: my “hate sex” pairing
۞: my “working on it” pairing
ℨ: my favorite threesome
☄: my “crack” pairing
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Haizaki looked up and sniffled, actual tears falling out at some point. Looking at the girl, he hoped that she was right. “Really? You really mean it?” Calming himself down, Haizaki rubbed at his face and stood up, wasting no time in getting started. “Well then, let’s go. I wanna get home, so let’s hurry up and get me outta here. Thanks for helpin’… uh…?” Haizaki paused as he realized he didn’t know the girl’s name yet.
She had glanced away briefly while he was crying, unsure of what really to say, but once he finally calmed down she nodded and smiled.
“Y-Yes! I really mean it. I’ll help you out as much as I can. Oh, right! You can call me Neya.”
Well, if a Sandslash is comfortable enough with its trainer, then the quils won’t hurt, when you hug them
oooooooooh *w* well this proves I have no idea about sandslashes ;; but thank you for telling me! > w <
No problem :) I obsess over Pokemon too much to not know these things.The same thing goes for most Pokemon that have physical attributes that could harm a human. Like Ponyta, Jolteon, the Nidoran’s both male and female. Carvanha, etc.
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Grunting, Sho looked to the strange woman. She didn’t smell like Kyo nor did she smell like any of the daitengu… So perhaps she was speaking the truth… But he wouldn’t trust her. Not yet anyway.
“Ha—” He huffed. “Wh-Who are you? And where am I..?”
Finally he stopped moving and sat back down, now trembling not only due to the pain, slight fever, and affects of the poison, but because he worked up he was. Still not entirely convinced that Kyo wasn’t behind this in someway.
Once the man has settled down, Neya releases a sigh and stands up, walking back over to the bowl of water and picking it up, then sets it beside the male while she moves into a kneeling position to his right. “I’m Neya,” she replies pulling out a few tattered strips of cloth and a roll of bandages from the pocket of her skirt, “and we are currently in Tamba province, just near Hokorai Village.”
His trembling worries her and her hand automatically reaches out to lightly touch his forehead, she pulls her hand back with a small frown. He was warm, slight fever perhaps? Setting the bandages aside for now she dunks one of the cloth strips into the water and wrings it out then presses it gently to his forehead, hopefully the cool water would lower his temperature.
She clears her throat after a moment before speaking, crimson eyes moving to meet his. ”If you would allow it sir, I would still like to treat your wound. If we don’t do something about your shoulder, it might get infected.”