Rage. That's all I've felt for a while now. All I am anymore is a rageful ogre, the one thing I didn't want to be. Now I truly am "Oni-Yamaoka" here in the fog.
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A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
The boy's ears pricked up before attempting to move aside "oh...I'm I'm sorry sir...I.. I didn't relize i was in you're way...." silas thinks before bowing out of respect
Kazan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the boy bowed. His rage all but seemed to disappear when he did so allowing the giant to be free if only for a moment. "Please child. Do not feel you have to bow to me," his voice was a thunderous sound but now carried lighthearted tones with it.
A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
The boy's ears pricked up before attempting to move aside "oh...I'm I'm sorry sir...I.. I didn't relize i was in you're way...." silas thinks before bowing out of respect
Kazan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the boy bowed. His rage all but seemed to disappear when he did so allowing the giant to be free if only for a moment. "Please child. Do not feel you have to bow to me," his voice was a thunderous sound but now carried lighthearted tones with it.
A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
The boy's ears pricked up before attempting to move aside "oh...I'm I'm sorry sir...I.. I didn't relize i was in you're way...." silas thinks before bowing out of respect
Kazan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the boy bowed. His rage all but seemed to disappear when he did so allowing the giant to be free if only for a moment. "Please child. Do not feel you have to bow to me," his voice was a thunderous sound but now carried lighthearted tones with it.
A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
The boy's ears pricked up before attempting to move aside "oh...I'm I'm sorry sir...I.. I didn't relize i was in you're way...." silas thinks before bowing out of respect
Kazan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the boy bowed. His rage all but seemed to disappear when he did so allowing the giant to be free if only for a moment. "Please child. Do not feel you have to bow to me," his voice was a thunderous sound but now carried lighthearted tones with it.
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A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
The boy's ears pricked up before attempting to move aside "oh...I'm I'm sorry sir...I.. I didn't relize i was in you're way...." silas thinks before bowing out of respect
Kazan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the boy bowed. His rage all but seemed to disappear when he did so allowing the giant to be free if only for a moment. "Please child. Do not feel you have to bow to me," his voice was a thunderous sound but now carried lighthearted tones with it.
A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
The boy's ears pricked up before attempting to move aside "oh...I'm I'm sorry sir...I.. I didn't relize i was in you're way...." silas thinks before bowing out of respect
Kazan couldn't help but let out a chuckle as the boy bowed. His rage all but seemed to disappear when he did so allowing the giant to be free if only for a moment. "Please child. Do not feel you have to bow to me," his voice was a thunderous sound but now carried lighthearted tones with it.
A large warrior crashed through the forest with heavy foot steps. Eyes hollow as his silver hair flowed behind him.
In his path was a white haired albino boy. Kazan stopped dead in his tracks. His hollowed eyes glared down at the young boy.
The kid blocked the path towards Kazan's home. He waited for the kid to say something or to move. Patience was not something Kazan had in large amounts. However, the boy reminded him of his son
There was silence on the wind. All except for the twinkling from a near by wind chime hanging from the porch of a dilapidated traditional home. The estate was large and reminded Kazan of his home. A home in which he had forsaken long ago for his mission of pride.
The large warrior rest on a rock near the house. Glaring at it from behind the ugly mask. That's when he spotted movement from the corner of his eye. A mist like substance that could be seen through. Although it was in the shape of something living. Something almost alive.
"Why have you come to this part of the realm?"
@curseoftheoni
The Yamaoka Estate is one of the many parts of the Realm that fascinated The Wraith any time he'd enter it. Despite the bloodied history behind the surface, the orange-to-blue hues intricately implemented on every inch of the map simply fascinated him.
Philip partly theorized the culture preserved within this pocket of the Nightmare may be the cause of his deeper intrigue. Or perhaps the wicked beauty of it all; beauty beyond the bloodshed.
Eyes darted from the Arbor to the stone statues dotting the grass as he stalked in thought. However, he'd been too caught up praising the architecture mentally, forgetting no one's ever truly alone in this Nightmare.
When he approaches the house he stops as he hears the thunderous voice's question. Philip turns, the long grass surrounding his legs shuffling beneath, leaving no doubt of his presence. The Wraith isn't surprised at The Oni before him; revealing himself with his bell merely seconds after his observation.
He'd been wandering from Realm to Realm in the hopes of discovering anything to scavenge. Philip wasn't particularly looking for anything specific; just items to tinker with and stash away from the Entity's ever-watching gaze.
Gestures began, explaining with his hands that he'd been prodding around for items and nothing more. His calloused hands produced some tattered cloth and scrap metal he had stashed away in his smaller waist pouch.
Philip held the items out to Kazan to examine for himself; he wasn't exactly searching for anything of more value. Tinkering kept Philip's mind distracted, but without more scraps he couldn't do much to keep that trend alive.
A bell sounded revealing The Wraith. Kazan turned his attention to the man. He had only worked with him a few times in trials when two killers were allowed. He never reached out to the others after trials either.
Kazan examined the gestures. Of course he remembered now. This man didn't speak, much like many of creatures the creatures in the fog. He took into interpretation the gestures combined with the pocket of crude items that he was scavenging.
As The Wraith continued to explain himself, Kazan couldn't hear the ever ringing presence of The Entity in his head. He felt at peace for once, the rage he so often felt laying low within him.
The giant warrior stood up from where he had perched himself, "Follow wraith. I may have items for your cause."
What others would consider ironically rare, Philip cherished for a moment of shared tranquil.
To the unknowingly, there stood a clangorous brute and a sullen mute seemingly communicating. To Philip however, Kazan was company; a welcomed acquaintance.
Despite the lack of working 'proper' verbal speech, The Wraith was quite communicative with those around he found close. Those being usually The Trapper and The Hillbilly almost exclusively when it came to deeper topics.
Kazan wasn't entirely new to Philip however.
Although, they still needed more shared time so he could learn their camaraderie. He's seen the mighty roar of his killer, but there was more to Kazan he had yet to discover closely.
Debate wasn't even an idea on Philip's mind; he was eager to enthrall on this phenomenal opportunity with Kazan. Admittedly, he was also itching to clear his unsatisfied mind.
Without hesitation, he returned his slew of scraps back into its designated pouch. Lanky legs followed behind as The Wraith proceeded with The Oni towards the promised haul.
The large warrior trudged forward with heavy foot steps. It had been a while since he had shared his realm with anyone other than his distant granddaughter, Rin, who had nothing to do with him.
The large estate was large and had seen many generations since Kazan. Things from his past and Rin's present showed up in both the family residence and the sanctum.
He led the way to the large temple as it was a while to get there from his home. "Tell me wraith, what do you craft with these items?"
Kazan felt the wind pick up slightly carrying leaves dead plants. How he missed the cherry blossoms that he remembered being around the estate. The Entity forgot to drag that detail with her when she stole the area for herself.
He stopped at the border between the sanctum of wrath and the family residence. He knew that Rin tended to hang out its outskirts. A soft whisper escaped "forgive me Rin" then he proceeded watching the wraith follow behind
"Just beyond the small statues is a smaller temple. We will go there"
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There was silence on the wind. All except for the twinkling from a near by wind chime hanging from the porch of a dilapidated traditional home. The estate was large and reminded Kazan of his home. A home in which he had forsaken long ago for his mission of pride.
The large warrior rest on a rock near the house. Glaring at it from behind the ugly mask. That's when he spotted movement from the corner of his eye. A mist like substance that could be seen through. Although it was in the shape of something living. Something almost alive.
"Why have you come to this part of the realm?"
@curseoftheoni
The Yamaoka Estate is one of the many parts of the Realm that fascinated The Wraith any time he'd enter it. Despite the bloodied history behind the surface, the orange-to-blue hues intricately implemented on every inch of the map simply fascinated him.
Philip partly theorized the culture preserved within this pocket of the Nightmare may be the cause of his deeper intrigue. Or perhaps the wicked beauty of it all; beauty beyond the bloodshed.
Eyes darted from the Arbor to the stone statues dotting the grass as he stalked in thought. However, he'd been too caught up praising the architecture mentally, forgetting no one's ever truly alone in this Nightmare.
When he approaches the house he stops as he hears the thunderous voice's question. Philip turns, the long grass surrounding his legs shuffling beneath, leaving no doubt of his presence. The Wraith isn't surprised at The Oni before him; revealing himself with his bell merely seconds after his observation.
He'd been wandering from Realm to Realm in the hopes of discovering anything to scavenge. Philip wasn't particularly looking for anything specific; just items to tinker with and stash away from the Entity's ever-watching gaze.
Gestures began, explaining with his hands that he'd been prodding around for items and nothing more. His calloused hands produced some tattered cloth and scrap metal he had stashed away in his smaller waist pouch.
Philip held the items out to Kazan to examine for himself; he wasn't exactly searching for anything of more value. Tinkering kept Philip's mind distracted, but without more scraps he couldn't do much to keep that trend alive.
A bell sounded revealing The Wraith. Kazan turned his attention to the man. He had only worked with him a few times in trials when two killers were allowed. He never reached out to the others after trials either.
Kazan examined the gestures. Of course he remembered now. This man didn't speak, much like many of creatures the creatures in the fog. He took into interpretation the gestures combined with the pocket of crude items that he was scavenging.
As The Wraith continued to explain himself, Kazan couldn't hear the ever ringing presence of The Entity in his head. He felt at peace for once, the rage he so often felt laying low within him.
The giant warrior stood up from where he had perched himself, "Follow wraith. I may have items for your cause."
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((So I did a thing and wrote a piece for our big rage monster. Here ya go!))
Tw: mentions of physical abuse by Rin's father
The vast expanse of gloomy forest of the realm. The ever so slight breeze that caught its leaves carrying a voice, Her voice. It was a contrast to the glistening night sky filled with different hues. To finish the work of art were the stars that dotted every inch. It was Kazan's favorite thing back home. Now it was a life line, a place he longed for.
Death had refused him. Now he is something worse than he was in life. Transformed into the very creature his very life’s path led him to, something he hated. He was The Oni, Oni-Yamaoka. He definitely deserved what he got in his afterlife. His righteous journey to purify the samurai failed. It became a source of rage that carried well beyond the grave.
Kazan Yamaoka was nothing short of a monster. The mask of a devil so often fused to his face reflected his rage. He failed his family, his son, his wife. He more often saw reflected the devil than the family man he wanted to be. The crumbling facade of the Yamakoa estate was evidence enough to prove that he was nothing more than what he saw.
The curse never ended with him either. The reflection he saw carried a heavy burden as it picked up another similar face, his distant granddaughter, Rin Yamakoa. Her reflection appeared next to his. Just as broken and rageful as his own. There was only one difference between her and himself. He was what he made himself, a demon, a monster. She was made into this through pain and suffering that someone else had inflicted upon her. It was his fault she was made to be like this. He caused the curse to fall upon the Yamakoa name.
This weight sat on Kazan’s heart heavily. It created even more rage within himself. The hatred tore deep chasms where love should have been. He had a choice in life to choose to love, to choose to be something else. Yet he still failed in death to choose love. Rage was one of the only emotions that felt right within his stone cold body. He was rage incarnate set to seek out the weak and destroy it. He was to snuff out all hope and replace it with both fear and pain. That was his purpose. He was not here in this realm to make friends. He simply was a play thing to the entity, a muse to her sinful games. Nothing more, nothing less.
Yet in all her cruelty, the entity gave Kazan something to care about, his distant granddaughter. He loved her even when she could not stand her. He wanted to take the pain away from her, remove the trauma that was forced upon her. He wanted his distant grandson, Rin’s father, to pay for the pain and tears that he inflicted upon her.
In life, Kazan was not the type of man that should have ever been blessed with a son. Knowing that he would have failed as a father, causing him more pain than his life should have held for something so precious. He may not have been able to protect Rin in life but he would see to it that no one would cause her harm here, not anymore.
He longed to reach out to her to remove the glass that serrated her skin. To heal the wounds that held memories of pain. He longed to be a better person in this so-called afterlife, even if it was only for her. Only if it were to fill her chasm of pain and not his.
For the first time in a while he felt what it was like to be alive. Not in the sense of a heart beat or the sense of a pulse. No, in the sense of a greater purpose, protection.
