The Origin of Kin

[tadabug2000 4918]

The ports of Oyashima, circa SA 12, 1808.

Heat blistered against her skin, breaths coming frantic and short, cotton strained against her swollen belly. Sweat dotted her temples, feverish gaze sweeping across the port as the darkness of the night pressed in against her. Her gaze landed on the rocking ship, loud in her rushing ears as the moment came nigh. Guards exchanged posts, raucous laughter sounding as they exchanged strings of coin between greased palms, her coin; the last of it is clutched close.

As the newly-arrived guards settle into their shift, one makes an excuse, dipping away from his partner on duty. Putrid, heavy breath hits her and the last of her coin is gone, clanking away in the guards pockets as a bruising grip finds its way to her wrist. Stumbling forward, her head ducked forward, tightly wound curls bouncing with her movement as she’s brought to the docks, nearest the boat. Niceties are exchanged between Guards, a commonality to see those dragging another individual off.

Sweat soaked her neck, forehead scorching as her footsteps stumbled further upon the rickety ramp leading up towards the boat. Each movement lurched, stomach churning as bile rose, retching as acid burned her throat and she’s pulled in further amidst the all too loud waves smacking against the boat. 

Like sardine in a tin, she’s slid into a heavily confined space, a palm raising to shakily support her stomach and the other clutching at a rotting wood pillar, head lolling to rest against the scraping piece. Faces blurred before her, some old and some young, all with varying expressions: fear, apprehension, grief. Such a rare chance met with so many fleeing emotions, each creeping up on her as did her nausea.

The filtered light of the lamps above goes dark as the brig slams closed, leaving only pitch black and heavy breaths. With the loss of one sense, the others only heighten, bringing the heavy scent of salt water and sweat to her nose as she lurched forward as the preparations to leave port soon began.

Shouting sounds, indecipherable as blood rushes in her ears, footsteps pounding above as papers exchange. A cry is quieted, a worried fathers hand covering the near entirety of his daughter's face, almost suffocating in the darkness.

Yasu’s vision faded in and out, time passing though she couldn’t be sure how long. Hours, days. Was it morning? The questions left her as her head bobbed back forward, all contents of her stomach long lost in the coming time that passed, consciousness hardly kept.

A question barely reaches her, creeping away from grasping hands as light blared down into the pitch black brig for the first time in what felt like forever. Words are uttered, soon barked out as she couldn’t bring herself to quite catch them. Though, soon she’s hauled to her feet, unstable as she’s blindly pushed up the steps.

The salty air of the sea met her flushed cheeks, head tilting back as sweat-soaked hair rustled, numb legs continuing its movement forward. Cries of relief follow her and the crack of a ramp being lowered sounds, eyes fluttering as she takes in the bustle of the new city. Trees soar high, homes of brick and terracotta reaching out into the distance as she’d stumble her way down, the first thing she could grasp in a while was that she was free.

People, individuals crowd the docks, arms open as they welcome in families who fled. Her gaze swept over those there, each swipe causing dread to further sink into the depths of her stomach. She didn’t see him. Stumbling, searching, she spun desperately searching for a loved one. He should be here, he got away, didn’t he?

Nothing made sense anymore, vision twisting as she collapsed to the ground, head cracking back against the cobbled alleyway. Something wet her legs, dark hand lifting as her blurred gaze took it in, disembodied as she faintly noted the feeling of being empty, weightless. Head lolling, she’d lost consciousness.

On this day, one Goda Yasu, a refugee from the warring state of Oyashima died from prolonged sickness and childbirth. Her husband, Goda Botan had been thought to be separated from her in a previous escape attempt and within the Tai Ping district , body has never been recovered, sunk into the depths of the ocean at the ports of Oyashima.

 

Goda Yusa - 1765 to 1808 [SA 12.]

Goda Butan - 1764 to

1808 [SA 12.]

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This is a Christmas gift for @Hopesky123! Awhile back, my friend Blue_Due had made mention about how he really wanted a kid on his persona but wanted one naturally. Others of our friend group kept finding them at doors, among other things and I had decided to set up a 'finding' of a child for him. Happened to find some sign in what had been Talons at the time, during the time of when the Tai Ping district was there, before Yong Ping was a settlement or a nation and the reason for most personas showing up to the district had been because of fleeing the wartorn nations of Oyashima and Cathant. I set up the scene, he got the kid and Hope played the kid. More recently, when they found out I actually set it up, Hope has asked a ton about where their persona came from, what actually happened, etc. A little piece I threw together but I sure hope you like what I set up, Hope! This is not public, it's not known rply by anyone, just a little something so they can know. Much love, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

Thank you so much for this Tad. I love it! 

 

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Edit: as much as I love this story and the thought that went into it, its not what I want for Kin, To many plot holes. So with this said, this story is a folk tail <3

One day I'll post my own story of what took place

 

[Bethinwonderland 2213]

This is really good. Great job!