BUNNAYA

*** Through breeze and the thunderous rain of the oyashi lands, an old figure lurked around. Each step sounding like a puddle splash it was clear that they we're headed towards the Monastery. Standing below a Torii gate was none other than Nezukai Nozomi. Beginning her ascent, her getas clanked against the stairs which lead to the Pagoda, eventually reaching the Shrine where she placed her footwear aside and dove within. Leaving a light chuckle. A lone tear ran down her eye. "Ha.. So this is how it ends?" A smile followed in her visage as she kneeled to the ground infront of one of the shrines. "Bakaasan..." A moment of silence followed as the old lady pondered. "You are and always will be my okaasan. Wherever you're headed I wish you the best. Deep in my heart, I know you meant no harm and only good." Succeeded by these words, Nozomi stood back up, bowing twice then clapping twice. Going through the exit, her sandals returned to her feets. She walked out but paused glancing up to the moon as tears bursted down her cold cheeks. "Saraba, Yano-sama." ***

This is a serious concern I have been having for a while as well now. I really REALLY love shamanism but... we're kind of locked behind using either the same Old blah emotes every times from a document or the emote will take three business days to be made for something unique. Its just really disappointing. For us Koyo Kuni shrine maidens talking in Kakuriyo Tsunagari (Japanese) would be the best thing we could have.

In a silent walk, Nozomi made her way to the Pagoda, each steps heavier than the previous one. Paper in hand, the lady deposited a note on the ground beside the memorial of the one she previously knew as her Mitsue. With a silent tear and a smile, the ex-miko bowed twice and clapped twice in a quiet prayer to the Kami. "We'll meet again, Shibuya. . ."

Somewhere in Koyokuni, a priestess whispers can be heard... “Every flame must someday flicker and die, leaving only the warmth of its memory in the darkness that follows.” "Sayonara, Yu-sama, may you return as a Kami."

"You're apologised Shibuya-sama..." spoke Nozomi with a smile upon her face as an old memory emerged in her head.

"When waking a tiger, use a long stick" -Quote from the Little Pink book.

MC Name: BUNNAYA Discord: bunnaya Image: Description of Image: A kitsune and her foxes Dimensions: 2 wide 1 high

MC Name: BUNNAYA Discord: bunnaya Image: Description of Image: A kitsune accompanied with a few foxes Dimensions: 2 wide 1 high

MC Name: BUNNAYA Discord: bunnaya Image: Description of Image: Shrine monastery gang Dimensions: 2 wide 1 high

As the miko awoke in the flower capital, her stomach protested with low, bitter growls. She stepped beyond the monastery walls, the sweet, sweet taste of Honma Taco still lingering in her thoughts. But reality struck like lightning. She dropped to her knees in disbelief. Tears welled in her eyes, trailing down her cheeks as she took in the cruel, empty space where the Grub-Bucket once stood. Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "Is this truly fate..?"

Suddenly, the miko saw a bright flash—perhaps a memory of a past vision, an alternate timeline. In an instant, her face was met with a splash of the hot boiling oil used during the making of the Kami Katsu. The shrine maiden's screams of agony soon echoed through the Flower Capital...

Nozomi mourns over the loss of two dear oyashi who gave their soul to the Kami Katsu. "Was it worth it..? " Is all she'd keep asking herself in tears.

Nozomi rises slowly from the ground channeling all her anger through her fists. "These gaijins made our Shugo cry... ASHIGARU! WE MUST SAVE MIKU" - "SUSUME!!"

Nozomi jumps in excitement at the invitation hoping for the best for her dear friends.