Eyes Unclouded by Hate

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I’ve gotten hacked more than once. So I am moving Ashitaka to my multimuse blog.

I have a multi muse blog @garnetwrites

Continued from ask @ashitxka

Her lips are pressed into a fine line when she spies him, not from annoyance at his inquiry for medicinal herbs but rather that he had waited so long to call for her to fetch them. If he had reached out sooner, he wouldn’t have looked so…pale; weakened. It was careless to continue suffering because he was under the impression it would ‘trouble’ her. 

He catches her off guard with how softly he speaks, and there is that same odd fluttering in her chest that always manages to make her a little flustered. “It isn’t trouble” Her voice is surprisingly soft, a tone that is reserved for him and him alone. Ashitaka is the only human she is so tender with, and most like would ever be. He had proved himself to her, stood out among all others. 

“I’m fine” She watches as he stumbles back, and hastily reaches out before she realizes it is on purpose instead of an accident. He was being cautious, understandable. “If you need more….I’ll get it for you. You shouldn’t be working so hard if you’re sick. It won’t do anyone any good if you’re dead” A little harsher than she intended, but it got her point across. “…Sit down. I’ll brew you some of those leaves now”  

---- ➳   Observant was of his eyes, the instincts of a fighter forced him to react faster than a normal person to her movement and just as she moved to reach out toward him, his warm fingers gently grasped hers and with a soft squeeze, he paused her from touching him. He tried to be as kind natured in his endeavor to stop her from getting too close, so he allowed his touch to linger among hers for a few moments longer as he said with a gracious smile, “Careful, I don’t want to get you sick.” Slowly, he lowered their hands before letting go.  

A soft chuckle hummed from his lips as he went to sit down and patiently wait for the tea to be finished.  He noticed how careful she was with her words but sometimes the San he first met slips out and it made him feel happy. He did not know if it was the nostalgia or the realization that she was trying to tame her wild tongue just for him but either way, he was touched by the idea of it alone.  As she left his view to gather the leaves, Ashitaka focused on the tiny fire she had started prior to his arrival.

 Exhausted blue irises narrowed its gaze into the fire as if there was a story flickering within the flames. His thoughts began to overcome his surroundings and Eboshi’s warning started ringing in his ears. “The Emperor was told about you Ashitaka. It was thought your kind had been exterminated from the old king’s orders. Keep in mind what this could mean for you.” The sound of a twig snapping forced the prince from his cogitations, forcing his eyes away from the campfire and in that very second, San returned. 

“…Do you need a hand?”

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🐺For what purpose she was reborn, she may never understand. However, what is done is done. She was here, standing in what was left of her beloved forest. The need for vengeance sapped from her heart, perhaps attributed that she did deliver her promise.  At the very least, crushed the arm of that woman’s arm. Regardless of whether it was that action or being reborn, Moro no longer felt the need to blindly focus upon the humans any longer. Unless, of course, they decide to incur more damage to the remnants of her home. Keen senses picked up on others, a very primal and wolfish smile stretched across her impressive jaws. “I know you are there. Come on out.”

---- ➳  It had been half a year since the death and rebirth of the forest. Ashitaka ventured into it a little whenever he had free time and realized that it was not the same as before. From the ground up, the Forest God rebuilt the brush of greens completely anew. Although this revelation warmed his heart, it became difficult to find his way back simply moving on muscle memory alone – and it would make it even harder for him to find San if he wished to search. Every other week, he attempted to map out the new woodlands, making it a point to turn back when he felt he has gone deeper than before.

 Taking a break from rebuilding “iron town” as they were now expanding on a new horizon not too far from here, Ashitaka found himself at the entrance of the woods, smelling moss, pine and wildflowers immediately after merely a couple of steps in. Azure irises focused on his surroundings with an intense stare but his shoulders were not pinched high with any kind of tension – it has been quite some time since he felt the need to be on guard. Pausing in his tracks, the prince tried to focus on the distant sound which caught his attention and realized there was running water nearby. He had not found river so he knew this was now unmarked territory in his little mental map. He ran in its direction, carefree and tame. 

Just as he was making his way through the trees, a menacing growl forced his to freeze in place. Keen was of his focus, gingerly he turned his back against the tall maple tree and took small peeks from beyond its cover. Before his now widen eyes could register the sight before him, a familiar, stout voice called him out of hiding, forcing a chill to travel down his spine. With his head held high, shoulders proud and without fear, he exposed himself to the towering wolf before him. He thought his eyes were deceiving him and he stood there, suspicious of her presence.

“…Moro?” Solemn and kind was of his voice upon calling out her name.

➳ “Sorry to trouble you.” His voice soft and tender as it always was whenever he spoke to her – but there was a hint of guilt lingering along his words as he knew forcing her out this far was a bit of a burden. Calloused digits reached out and cupped the pouch with great care. Azure irises lifted its gaze and rested gently on San, a smile naturally falling upon his features before he said, “…Thank you, San.” 

 Although the fits of coughing had ended, his chest remained sore from its abuse and the bones in his body ached at every subtle movement.  Despite him yearning to be close to her, the prince stumbled a safe distance away as to not infect her with whatever he had. Although, he assumed it was just the new settings around him that forced this illness upon him. 

"What about you? Feeling well?” 

                     ➳ With eyes unclouded by hate.