PUT ALL YOUR FAULTS TO BED — PRIVATE W/ ISANA YASHIRO

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    [hr][b]AND I AM DONE WITH MY GRACELESS HEART

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    KUROH YATOGAMI IPSUM

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]SO TONIGHT I'M GOING TO CUT IT OUT AND THEN RESTART
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    "I'll be claiming your life here, and taking Ameno Miyabi once I'm done."


    Ameno... Miyabi. Kuroh had allowed for the thought to cross his mind before, but he never questioned Neko's identity. After all, she just seemed to be an ordinary strain; he hadn't the slightest idea that Nagare Hisui could've had information on Neko. Perhaps that meant JUNGLE knew even more about Neko than he and his King did...? Everything was frustrating him. Rising from his bed with gritted teeth, he grabbed his sword and quietly stepped outside. The arctic air was quick to sting at him, causing for him to shiver and shake out his fur. It was even colder at night; drastically colder. He could not say he was too fond of the wintertime, but he supposed it could be worse. Walking out into the fresh patch of snow, he seated himself in a forested area near their cabin before seating himself and taking out his Kotowari. The sight of the sword alone brought back memories. Memories of Ichigen Miwa. Memories of Yukari Mishakuji. Memories of Kuroh's past. He let out a sigh, his breath becoming visible as he stared down at his small reflection on the blade.


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    [color=transparent] #yatogamikuroh #blackdog #silverclan DIALOGUE IN #000000

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    [hr]YOU CAN RECLAIM YOUR CROWN

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    YASHIRO 'SHIRO' ISANA

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]YOU CAN BE KING AGAIN
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    "[b]Are you alright?" Was what Yashiro would say as he approached. Flicking his gaze around from Kuroh to Kotowari, the serval would give a tilt his head lightly. As if he was inquiring Kuroh's current state after the certain events. "Or are you just simply exhausted?" The smile would resurface upon his lips. It was all to cover how worried he felt. After all - the future was coming soon. And it was going to come with a big bang. Yashiro could just feel it.


    He was pushing and pushing the problem up the hill. Hoping for it to go down the slope of resolve. But it seemed to be too heavy for his own shoulders to weight. Even if the others decided to pitch in, they would either get smashed in the downfall or it would be worthless. Although, Shiro hoped for the best. Hoped that he could let the problem just be. Or hoped that their enemies wouldn't be too hard to fight. After all - it was like those stories. The stories where the heroes would prevail and the villains would collapse. And every story was like that right? There was no twist where the villain won and got what they wanted.


    [align=center]"It's okay if you aren't either one of the choices." Yashiro hoped. Yet again - he had hoped. Yashiro had hoped that this would reassure his Clansman and allow them not to fret too much on the current problem. Or maybe it would give him a light bit of comfort or encouragement? He didn't know. He just wanted to go back to the world where he knew he was truly Yashiro Isana and not another person with another name. Yashiro didn't want to live as the Silver King. No matter how exciting and peaceful it had seemed before. But it would be a gift with a price Shiro was willing to take.



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    [color=transparent]#yashiroisana #silverclan DIALOGUE IN WHITE